Wham, Bam, Thank You, Commander

Title: Wham, Bam, Thank You, Commander, 3/8
Author: Ginny Powell
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Trip/OFC
Feedback: Of course! wmginnypowell@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Anything you recognize is owned by Paramount. The rest is
just a product of my fevered imagination. If you know a way I can
profit from this, tell me – I’m gettin’ nothin’.

Summary: Trip is a stud. ‘Nuff said.


Chapter 3 - His

Upon Trip’s exclamation, Veronica had looked up,
immediately assessed the situation, and done the one thing
she could do – she hid. As she rolled toward the nearest
bush, she grabbed at her clothes, Trip close behind her.

They dressed quickly, hardly looking at each other, their
anxiety pushing away the insupportable lust they’d both
been feeling. Trip finished first, having barely undressed
in the first place.

“I’ll stall ‘em,” he promised, ducking out from under the
bush. He had managed to flatten his hair into some sort of
order and take a deep breath before the shuttle landed a
few dozen feet away. Seconds later, a door flipped open
and three ensigns carrying some heavy equipment stepped
out.

“Right here,” Trip pointed to the surface vein. The miners
went right over and began to set up their gear. Trip
sauntered over to them.

“You okay?” one of the miners asked, Ensign Mark Wright if
Trip remembered correctly.

“Uh, yeah,” Trip answered less than forcefully, wondering
if he’d forgotten to zip or something.

“The other away teams have been having weird symptoms,” the
ensign explained. “Doctor Phlox wants you and Hunter to
head right back up so he can check you out.” He poked a
thumb toward the shuttle, then looked quizzical. “Where is
she, anyway?”

“Um, she’s…” Trip began, but was saved by the actual
appearance of the woman in question, still smoothing her
hair as she emerged from the brush.

“No more veins in the area, Commander,” Veronica declared,
all business, pretending to check a readout on the scanner
she was holding. “Oh, hey Mark.”

“Hey, Veronica. Looks like you found a good ‘un.” He
gazed appreciatively at the sparkling crystals.

“Yeah, and you treat ‘em nice, Wright. Those crystals are
like the Commander’s babies.” And she slapped Trip’s back
companionably, setting off a cloud of pollen. As she did
so, she looked into his face for the first time. He wore a
very strange expression, but this was not the time to ask
him about it.

“Well, we’d better head up, then,” Trip declared suddenly,
and turned toward the shuttle. Veronica just had time to
wave goodbye to Ensign Wright before hurrying after the
Commander. When she reached the shuttle, he was already in
the pilot’s chair. She pulled the door closed before
taking the co-pilot seat.

“Why are we leaving? Shouldn’t we be helping with the
mining?”

“Doc wants to check us out,” Trip answered without looking
up from setting the launch parameters. “Some of the other
teams ran into trouble.”

“Oh. Thanks for telling me.” She realized she sounded a
bit petulant, but she couldn’t help it. She didn’t like
how Trip seemed to have put up a wall between them. She
wanted to ask him about it, but was afraid it would come
out wrong and make things worse, so she was silent as they
took off and headed out of the atmosphere. As they reached
orbit and Trip set course for the Enterprise on the other
side of the planet, she was trying to form the right
question to ask. Trip beat her to it.

“So, you and Ensign Wright are close?”

“No, Mark and I are just friends. We were cadets
together.” Then she realized whas gos going on and laughed
as she turned her chair towards Trip. “Is that what this
is about? You’re jealous?” He finally looked up at that,
and wore such a sheepish expression that she laughed even
harder. She slapped her knees, sending little puffs of
pollen into the air. “Honey,” she went on as she waved the
puffs away, “you got nothin’ to worry about after
l
little interlude dirtside. In fact, if I recall correctly,
we weren’t quite finished…”

Seductively, Veronica slid out of her chair and onto her
knees beside Trip’s seat. He turned toward her, lust once
more racing through his veins, pounding in his ears.
Without breaking eye contact, she reached up and unzipped
his coveralls slowly. When she got to the bottom, she
reached in under the waistband of his blue undies, finding
his organ at attention. Leaning forward, she let just the
tip of her tongue circle the head, tasting herself and
salty-sweet precum. When she had spread enough liquid
around, she made a circle with her lips and took Trip’s
cock into her mouth. It slid in easily, bottoming out at
the back of her throat just as her nose reached the hairs
of Trip’s crotch. Then she pulled back, applying gentle
suction along the shaft, only to take it all in again.

Again and again she sucked, taking it slow and easy, using
Trip’s appreciative noises as her cue. She was just
starting to pick up the pace, bringing one hand up to pump
the shaft and the other to cup his balls, when she realized
how hard his sac was. She barely managed to cover the head
with her lips before he was erupting, spurt after warm
spurt cascading over her tongue, dribbling out the corners
of her mouth. She was wiping her chin with her sleeve as
she sank back into her chair to gaze across at her lover.

“Ooh, boy,” Trip was saying, shaking his head in an attempt
to keep his eyes open. “Will you be my co-pilot all the
time?”

Veronica chuckled. “If you can arrange it, I’m there.”

“Enterprise to Shuttlepod Two,” came the unmistakable voice
of Sub-Commander T’Pol. Trip rolled his eyes at Veronica,
but his voice betrayed nothing as he pressed a button to
answer.

“Shuttlepod Two here.”

“You are cleared to dock in Bay 3.”

“Understood,” Trip replied, looking up to see the
Enterprise rapidly approaching, one set of docking bay
doors wide open. With a sigh, he reached down to tuck
himself back into his uniform.