Challenge Ficlet #1 - konstantine03
Replay
by Suz
For konstantine03's fic challenge. Requirements:
Fandom: Enterprise
Threesome: Trip/T'Pol/Archer
Line: "This is so messed up."
Everyone owned by UPN/Paramount, yadda yadda. Rated PG-13 for some sexual content. Definitely set sometime after 'Harbinger'.
Thanks to my smoochie, as always. Feedback would rock! :)
*
He learns about it one afternoon mid-shift, when Malcolm appears in engineering claiming that he needs to know something about *that* console right over *there*. The one in the furthest, darkest corner of engineering.
Malcolm, who wouldn't know subtle if it bit him on the ass. Malcolm, who has rules for *everything* but gossips like Mrs Balinksi from next door.
Before next door wasn't there anymore.
Malcolm, who knows that everything has its place and that it's not *his* place to confront the Captain...tells Trip instead.
About the security cameras.
About what they've been recording lately.
He doesn't feel sick.
He wonders if he should.
Trip murmurs it to her in the mess hall, ironically finding it the safest place to do so. She frowns lightly, her brow drawing delicately together. Everything she does is that way.
Well, almost everything.
And she asks him something that makes him blink; a movement that increases rapidly when she finishes with "After all, is he not your best friend?"
It feels like a dare.
He was never any good at resisting those.
*
She always did know how to get to him. Picking at his weaknesses, suggesting that he *wasn't* capable of something...that was the one sure fire way to make sure he *did* do something.
Even knowing that about himself isn't enough to make him stop, which is why he went to see him, all "Shucks Cap'n, you mind explaining why you've been watching me and T'Pol screw for the last few weeks?"
So to speak.
Which might also explain why the Captain's watching again, not via the cameras but *here*, standing with his back to the window as Trip licks his way along the arch of T'Pol's neck.
Not for the first time Trip thinks that she's not particularly good at being Vulcan but who cares about stereotypes anyway, especially when being a *baaaaaaaad* Vulcan means she can bite him on the shoulder and make his whole body tense.
Screw stereotypes. She wasn't an emotionless Vulcan, he wasn't the typical Southern guy, and the man who's just started running a hand over his back most definitely isn't the restrained Captain Starfleet wants him to be.
Trip pulls away, breathing heavily, and turns to look at his best friend. The truth of it suddenly hits him. "This is so messed up."
But that's okay. Hands in his hair pulling his head down, another working its way to his ass...out here, where there's no next door at all...that's just the way it should be.
~FINIS
by Suz
For konstantine03's fic challenge. Requirements:
Fandom: Enterprise
Threesome: Trip/T'Pol/Archer
Line: "This is so messed up."
Everyone owned by UPN/Paramount, yadda yadda. Rated PG-13 for some sexual content. Definitely set sometime after 'Harbinger'.
Thanks to my smoochie, as always. Feedback would rock! :)
*
He learns about it one afternoon mid-shift, when Malcolm appears in engineering claiming that he needs to know something about *that* console right over *there*. The one in the furthest, darkest corner of engineering.
Malcolm, who wouldn't know subtle if it bit him on the ass. Malcolm, who has rules for *everything* but gossips like Mrs Balinksi from next door.
Before next door wasn't there anymore.
Malcolm, who knows that everything has its place and that it's not *his* place to confront the Captain...tells Trip instead.
About the security cameras.
About what they've been recording lately.
He doesn't feel sick.
He wonders if he should.
Trip murmurs it to her in the mess hall, ironically finding it the safest place to do so. She frowns lightly, her brow drawing delicately together. Everything she does is that way.
Well, almost everything.
And she asks him something that makes him blink; a movement that increases rapidly when she finishes with "After all, is he not your best friend?"
It feels like a dare.
He was never any good at resisting those.
*
She always did know how to get to him. Picking at his weaknesses, suggesting that he *wasn't* capable of something...that was the one sure fire way to make sure he *did* do something.
Even knowing that about himself isn't enough to make him stop, which is why he went to see him, all "Shucks Cap'n, you mind explaining why you've been watching me and T'Pol screw for the last few weeks?"
So to speak.
Which might also explain why the Captain's watching again, not via the cameras but *here*, standing with his back to the window as Trip licks his way along the arch of T'Pol's neck.
Not for the first time Trip thinks that she's not particularly good at being Vulcan but who cares about stereotypes anyway, especially when being a *baaaaaaaad* Vulcan means she can bite him on the shoulder and make his whole body tense.
Screw stereotypes. She wasn't an emotionless Vulcan, he wasn't the typical Southern guy, and the man who's just started running a hand over his back most definitely isn't the restrained Captain Starfleet wants him to be.
Trip pulls away, breathing heavily, and turns to look at his best friend. The truth of it suddenly hits him. "This is so messed up."
But that's okay. Hands in his hair pulling his head down, another working its way to his ass...out here, where there's no next door at all...that's just the way it should be.
~FINIS