Have patience, my friends, let me indulge a bit in my innocent little vice, I mean allow me once again to tell you something of the chapter that you - I hope - are about to read before you do it. So, just to tickle a tad your curiosity, and to emphasize in some way some elements of the chapter that I consider substantial.
And what's significant here?
Oh, a lot of stuff, my friends!
For one thing, there's a brand-new T'Pol, or, better, a T'Pol who is always our most beloved and Vulcan T'Pol and who, however, is - INEVITABLY, considering all that is happened - a totally new T'Pol, a T'Pol who has understood ...
Oh no no. Here I stop, my beloved friends, because, otherwise, what fun would it be, on your part? I'm right or not?
However, two last, very small things:
1) Please, remember what I said about the Bond. There is much more about it than what was said on the screen.
2) In the TV show that we all know, at some point, the televiewers could see a certain scene, a dream, a beautiful dream dreamed by T'Pol, which, unfortunately, at a certain moment, turned into a nightmare. Well, by reading this chapter of this truthful reconstruction (or is it fanfiction? Oh bahl, who knows!), you can realize that the dream of T'Pol had a precise raison d'etre. Of course. Dreams always have an origin into reality, often they are simply a transfiguration of reality
What dream? Which scene? Oh well, my friends. I'm more than sure that you will understand immediately.
Now, no more chatting! Now we must see how the first night of love of our two beloved lovers has ended. So...
And what's significant here?
Oh, a lot of stuff, my friends!
For one thing, there's a brand-new T'Pol, or, better, a T'Pol who is always our most beloved and Vulcan T'Pol and who, however, is - INEVITABLY, considering all that is happened - a totally new T'Pol, a T'Pol who has understood ...
Oh no no. Here I stop, my beloved friends, because, otherwise, what fun would it be, on your part? I'm right or not?
However, two last, very small things:
1) Please, remember what I said about the Bond. There is much more about it than what was said on the screen.
2) In the TV show that we all know, at some point, the televiewers could see a certain scene, a dream, a beautiful dream dreamed by T'Pol, which, unfortunately, at a certain moment, turned into a nightmare. Well, by reading this chapter of this truthful reconstruction (or is it fanfiction? Oh bahl, who knows!), you can realize that the dream of T'Pol had a precise raison d'etre. Of course. Dreams always have an origin into reality, often they are simply a transfiguration of reality
What dream? Which scene? Oh well, my friends. I'm more than sure that you will understand immediately.
Now, no more chatting! Now we must see how the first night of love of our two beloved lovers has ended. So...
Here you go!
Ah... ahem...
Please remember ( did I say already this, by chance?): that's fanfiction.
Sure. Exactly. Just so.
Would you like to believe?
Chapter Five
The first night ends
The first night ends
“DAMN IT!”
The curse arises from him, and I can hear it plainly, albeit it’s choked, in his vain attempt to bottle up it – the same way I am, with better luck, restraining in the depth of my soul the Vulcan equivalent, which nonetheless explodes in my mind:
(*Bath'pa! *)
We stare at each other for a brief instant, in his look an unbelieving and bewildered expression, mirror of my own expression.
He looks down at me.
I look up at him.
Then we realize.
He springs up quickly to his feet, disentangling himself from my body and from me, and he stays – nude and uncertain – in front of me.
I try to regain my control, unable to suppress a deep and frustrated breath from which seeps out clearly all my acute disappointment.
That he hears and perceives perfectly.
And that I see mirrored in his blue eyes.
I leap up, like he did, barging purposely against him, searching and relishing again our contact, still in the agitation of the moment.
(*No! I have no limits, this night! *)
One last reciprocal and confused glance, then finally we understand – together – that the time has arrived... to wake up... and to react.
Quickly! Swiftly! Hurry!
Time presses, and we must be clean and… deodorized… and dressed in a flash, ready to run to our posts.
Without engendering hunches, more than those which already exist.
Impulsively, I take his head between my hands and draw it towards mine, and – raising myself up on the tips of my toes – I lay a quick kiss on his mouth, basking in the blissful surprise I can see in his amazed eyes, his arms moving aimlessly in the air to either side of me.
(*No! No limits, this night! *)
Then I take the helm.
I’m the First Officer, after all!
I know perfectly what I have to do, and what I want to do, although I would never have thought that one day I would have done… this… with somebody.
But he is not SOMEBODY! He’s my … T’hai’la! My K’diwa!
I grab his hand and I drag him toward the door of my bathroom in a rush.
I open the door and I dive into the bathroom, taking him in tow.
I stop in the front of the door of my shower.
I open its door, too, precipitately, and I dash into the shower, with him still in tow.
I place myself so I am in front of him, looking up at him – who now understands and is smiling with surprise and gladness – and I hug him tightly, while my hand moves to turn on the tap.
The water’s cold jet runs over us, making us quiver.
With chill… and with delicious intimacy.
A few seconds will be enough.
A few seconds to be cleaned.
A few seconds of shared bliss.
I turn off the water, reluctantly, and – after a quick glance at his handsome, dripping face – I detach myself from him, rapidly and grudgingly.
I grasp a great towel and enshroud both of us with it, and we begin to dry each other.
(*No! Never I could have thought that one day I would have done that with anyone! With him! And never! have I felt such a marvellous sensation of togetherness with anyone! *)
By now we are acting in unison.
(*He and I make a hell of a team. *)
Incredulous, I open wide my eyes, at the thought… at the thought that has just occurred to me! And at the thought of the way I have expressed myself, inside me, speaking in the mode that is his habit!
I don’t dare to search for a logical explanation. I don’t dare to search for any explanation!
But it’s true!
He and I make a hell of a team!
We throw out the towel, and we tidy our hair in great haste, not caring if it’s wet. It’s late, and it’s absolutely logical that both of us were having a shower in the moment the captain’s voice resounded from OC.
And then, my Vulcan hair will fall naturally into place, safeguarding my usual unflappability, whereas – and again I… smile… to myself – no one will find it weird, if the hair of… my Trip… might look slightly… messy.
And while these thoughts run through my mind, I see him open wide his eyes, as earlier I did, like he… like he…
My katra trembles, because that explanation I didn’t dare to search for is suddenly obvious.
(*This is one of his colloquialisms! *)
Enough, now!
Hand in hand, we leave the bathroom, and split up.
I reach my closet and I take out a catsuit.
I turn toward him, and I start to put it on, without donning any underwear, for lack of time, and luxuriating in doing this in front of him and in seeing his smile and his eyes which shine, observing my body that twists so as to slide into the catsuit, lurking at last inside it.
(*Indeed this night I’m learning a lot about love. And about myself! *)
Now we are ready – he, too, dressed with his pants and his t-shirt.
I don’t know if he will try to reach his room, to take a uniform, or if he will go to his post dressed like this. But I don’t think this is really important. After all, it’s totally logical – once more – that he was dressed in this way when the Captain’s call came, and everyone knows his frequent absent-mindedness, in everything except for his job.
A habit that I found always irritating and... attractive.
That I like. And love.
Like his blasted enthusiasm. And his language, and his accent, and the way he is moving, and watching, and smiling, and… cussing…
And the way he tortures the inner side of his cheek with his tongue, when he feels ill at ease.
The warm awareness of this undeniable truth glides into and out my heart, and once again I smile to myself in this…magic night. I smile to myself the third time, three times… – I feel an unspeakable heat inside me – just as three times… in this magic night… my T’hai’la… brought me… to paradise!
(*Don't lose sight of your aim! *)
I shake myself, and I try to start again to think with the logic which has been my only path.
(*Until now! *)
Two very important things:
First: Make sure too much time hasn’t passed since the tactical alert.
I glance at the clock. Ninety seconds. A record. Estimating forty-five seconds yet to reach our posts, it will total one hundred thirty-five seconds. Perfectly acceptable, plausible and adequate.
Second: It is equally mandatory that no one could notice him while exiting my room, so late and just after the tactical alert. And with his hair… in a jumble and wet! It would be… very embarrassing.
I look rapidly at my T’hai’la.
He is smiling mischievously, quite conscious of the train of my thoughts. And he is amused!
(*Damn Human! *)
No longer do I feel amazement at my thoughts, and I do not even try to find a logical explanation, because I… I know very well the cause, which has nothing to do with logic.
And I feel… glad. And scared.
I raise my eyebrow at him, and he immediately becomes serious. My T’hai’la is not a fool, and he knows when it is necessary to get serious. He knows when he has to command, and when he has to obey.
I admire my K’diwa.
(*I love him! *)
He nods at me purposely, ready to act, following my moves.
I turn toward the door of my room and I reach it in double-quick time, sensing him behind me.
I push the button and the door opens, while my T’hai’la lurks, cringing against the wall.
I come out from my room stepping out in the corridor, pretending nonchalance and miming my usual behaviour, in case I meet someone.
Noises of rushing steps resound everywhere, but the corridor is empty.
Stronger than me, a deep breath of relief heaves my chest, and – without turning around – I beckon him with my hand to exit quickly.
I perceive him slipping out from my room, behind me, to run along the corridor toward his quarters.
But, the moment I feel he is darting, I…
I cannot resist.
I cannot resist in this magic night!
I turn toward him in a flash and grasp his arm.
He stops abruptly, and turns his head at me, looking at me with puzzled eyes.
I stare at him.
Against any logic, I hold him up, squeezing tightly his arm.
I stare, intensely, into his marvellous blue eyes.
How much…
(*How much I would want to kiss you, my K’diwa! *)
How much…
(*How much I would want to do this! Before the events overwhelm the both of us!*)
And…
…Trembling visibly for what I’m about to do, in the middle of a tactical alert, in the open air, running the risk that someone could see…
…Making real the forbidden thoughts I had, on another magic night… (°)
…I throw my mouth against his and I lay a soft kiss on his lips.
Then I lower my head for one fast moment, quivering within, before I let go of his arm, fixing my look again into his.
I drink his bewildered and blissful gaze, while mine... speaks volumes.
Finally he rouses himself.
He tightens his mouth, and, with a last, loving glance, he turns and dives in the corridor.
My look follows him until he disappears from my view.
The curse arises from him, and I can hear it plainly, albeit it’s choked, in his vain attempt to bottle up it – the same way I am, with better luck, restraining in the depth of my soul the Vulcan equivalent, which nonetheless explodes in my mind:
(*Bath'pa! *)
We stare at each other for a brief instant, in his look an unbelieving and bewildered expression, mirror of my own expression.
He looks down at me.
I look up at him.
Then we realize.
He springs up quickly to his feet, disentangling himself from my body and from me, and he stays – nude and uncertain – in front of me.
I try to regain my control, unable to suppress a deep and frustrated breath from which seeps out clearly all my acute disappointment.
That he hears and perceives perfectly.
And that I see mirrored in his blue eyes.
I leap up, like he did, barging purposely against him, searching and relishing again our contact, still in the agitation of the moment.
(*No! I have no limits, this night! *)
One last reciprocal and confused glance, then finally we understand – together – that the time has arrived... to wake up... and to react.
Quickly! Swiftly! Hurry!
Time presses, and we must be clean and… deodorized… and dressed in a flash, ready to run to our posts.
Without engendering hunches, more than those which already exist.
Impulsively, I take his head between my hands and draw it towards mine, and – raising myself up on the tips of my toes – I lay a quick kiss on his mouth, basking in the blissful surprise I can see in his amazed eyes, his arms moving aimlessly in the air to either side of me.
(*No! No limits, this night! *)
Then I take the helm.
I’m the First Officer, after all!
I know perfectly what I have to do, and what I want to do, although I would never have thought that one day I would have done… this… with somebody.
But he is not SOMEBODY! He’s my … T’hai’la! My K’diwa!
I grab his hand and I drag him toward the door of my bathroom in a rush.
I open the door and I dive into the bathroom, taking him in tow.
I stop in the front of the door of my shower.
I open its door, too, precipitately, and I dash into the shower, with him still in tow.
I place myself so I am in front of him, looking up at him – who now understands and is smiling with surprise and gladness – and I hug him tightly, while my hand moves to turn on the tap.
The water’s cold jet runs over us, making us quiver.
With chill… and with delicious intimacy.
A few seconds will be enough.
A few seconds to be cleaned.
A few seconds of shared bliss.
I turn off the water, reluctantly, and – after a quick glance at his handsome, dripping face – I detach myself from him, rapidly and grudgingly.
I grasp a great towel and enshroud both of us with it, and we begin to dry each other.
(*No! Never I could have thought that one day I would have done that with anyone! With him! And never! have I felt such a marvellous sensation of togetherness with anyone! *)
By now we are acting in unison.
(*He and I make a hell of a team. *)
Incredulous, I open wide my eyes, at the thought… at the thought that has just occurred to me! And at the thought of the way I have expressed myself, inside me, speaking in the mode that is his habit!
I don’t dare to search for a logical explanation. I don’t dare to search for any explanation!
But it’s true!
He and I make a hell of a team!
We throw out the towel, and we tidy our hair in great haste, not caring if it’s wet. It’s late, and it’s absolutely logical that both of us were having a shower in the moment the captain’s voice resounded from OC.
And then, my Vulcan hair will fall naturally into place, safeguarding my usual unflappability, whereas – and again I… smile… to myself – no one will find it weird, if the hair of… my Trip… might look slightly… messy.
And while these thoughts run through my mind, I see him open wide his eyes, as earlier I did, like he… like he…
My katra trembles, because that explanation I didn’t dare to search for is suddenly obvious.
(*This is one of his colloquialisms! *)
Enough, now!
Hand in hand, we leave the bathroom, and split up.
I reach my closet and I take out a catsuit.
I turn toward him, and I start to put it on, without donning any underwear, for lack of time, and luxuriating in doing this in front of him and in seeing his smile and his eyes which shine, observing my body that twists so as to slide into the catsuit, lurking at last inside it.
(*Indeed this night I’m learning a lot about love. And about myself! *)
Now we are ready – he, too, dressed with his pants and his t-shirt.
I don’t know if he will try to reach his room, to take a uniform, or if he will go to his post dressed like this. But I don’t think this is really important. After all, it’s totally logical – once more – that he was dressed in this way when the Captain’s call came, and everyone knows his frequent absent-mindedness, in everything except for his job.
A habit that I found always irritating and... attractive.
That I like. And love.
Like his blasted enthusiasm. And his language, and his accent, and the way he is moving, and watching, and smiling, and… cussing…
And the way he tortures the inner side of his cheek with his tongue, when he feels ill at ease.
The warm awareness of this undeniable truth glides into and out my heart, and once again I smile to myself in this…magic night. I smile to myself the third time, three times… – I feel an unspeakable heat inside me – just as three times… in this magic night… my T’hai’la… brought me… to paradise!
(*Don't lose sight of your aim! *)
I shake myself, and I try to start again to think with the logic which has been my only path.
(*Until now! *)
Two very important things:
First: Make sure too much time hasn’t passed since the tactical alert.
I glance at the clock. Ninety seconds. A record. Estimating forty-five seconds yet to reach our posts, it will total one hundred thirty-five seconds. Perfectly acceptable, plausible and adequate.
Second: It is equally mandatory that no one could notice him while exiting my room, so late and just after the tactical alert. And with his hair… in a jumble and wet! It would be… very embarrassing.
I look rapidly at my T’hai’la.
He is smiling mischievously, quite conscious of the train of my thoughts. And he is amused!
(*Damn Human! *)
No longer do I feel amazement at my thoughts, and I do not even try to find a logical explanation, because I… I know very well the cause, which has nothing to do with logic.
And I feel… glad. And scared.
I raise my eyebrow at him, and he immediately becomes serious. My T’hai’la is not a fool, and he knows when it is necessary to get serious. He knows when he has to command, and when he has to obey.
I admire my K’diwa.
(*I love him! *)
He nods at me purposely, ready to act, following my moves.
I turn toward the door of my room and I reach it in double-quick time, sensing him behind me.
I push the button and the door opens, while my T’hai’la lurks, cringing against the wall.
I come out from my room stepping out in the corridor, pretending nonchalance and miming my usual behaviour, in case I meet someone.
Noises of rushing steps resound everywhere, but the corridor is empty.
Stronger than me, a deep breath of relief heaves my chest, and – without turning around – I beckon him with my hand to exit quickly.
I perceive him slipping out from my room, behind me, to run along the corridor toward his quarters.
But, the moment I feel he is darting, I…
I cannot resist.
I cannot resist in this magic night!
I turn toward him in a flash and grasp his arm.
He stops abruptly, and turns his head at me, looking at me with puzzled eyes.
I stare at him.
Against any logic, I hold him up, squeezing tightly his arm.
I stare, intensely, into his marvellous blue eyes.
How much…
(*How much I would want to kiss you, my K’diwa! *)
How much…
(*How much I would want to do this! Before the events overwhelm the both of us!*)
And…
…Trembling visibly for what I’m about to do, in the middle of a tactical alert, in the open air, running the risk that someone could see…
…Making real the forbidden thoughts I had, on another magic night… (°)
…I throw my mouth against his and I lay a soft kiss on his lips.
Then I lower my head for one fast moment, quivering within, before I let go of his arm, fixing my look again into his.
I drink his bewildered and blissful gaze, while mine... speaks volumes.
Finally he rouses himself.
He tightens his mouth, and, with a last, loving glance, he turns and dives in the corridor.
My look follows him until he disappears from my view.
“DAMN IT!”
I can’t help breaking out with a curse.
Immediately I repent and am worried.
I don't want to displease her. Not tonight. Not even in the rabid disappointment which pervades me.
I look down at her, and I see her look up at me. And I don’t see in her eyes the smallest trace of reproach.
Instead, there’s an unbelieving and bewildered expression, mirror of my own expression.
We stare at each other for a brief instant.
Then we realize.
I spring up quickly on my feet, disentangling myself from her body and from her, and I stay in front of her, still lying on her bed – nude and… uncertain. As I am.
And while I’m trying to regain my control, I can perfectly hear and perceive a deep and frustrated breath coming from her, a breath full of acute chagrin, the same chagrin that I know is in my eyes.
And in this magic night, where wonders seem never to cease… she leaps up, like I did, and she barges purposely against me, searching and relishing again our contact, also in the agitation of the moment.
We cast each other one last reciprocal and confused glance, then finally we understand –together – that the time has arrived... to wake up... and to react.
Quickly! Swiftly! Hurry!
But…what must we do?
What must I do?
We are here, in her room, both naked, both… heavy with the scent of our lovemaking…
And right in the thick of a Tactical Alert, with the Captain who has just called all Senior Officers to their posts!
What to do?
What to do, for Pete’s sake?
I don't want to compromise her, to endanger her, to damage her image of First Officer... to blacken her honor as a woman and a... Vulcan.
I don't want to... I cannot… repay her with such coin for all the joy she has given me this night!
(*What? What must I do? What…*)
The unthought-of touch on my mouth of her lips, soft beyond comparison, transfixes out of the blue the crazy galloping of my brain!
A quick kiss!
That’s it!
A… a sudden, swift, sweet kiss she lays my lips, lifting herself on the tips of her toes and drawing my face down toward hers with her hands!
My eyes enlarge, in amazement… and in bliss, while my arms are moving aimlessly in the air to either side of her.
And… I swear! ... I can see a flash of amusement in her beautiful dark green eyes!
(*No! Wonders never cease this night! *)
Then, the well known steady Vulcan expression back on her face… she grabs my hand!
(*Wonders… never… cease…!*)
The perfect Vulcan First Officer is back! But… this Vulcan First Officer is grabbing my hand!
And her steady Vulcan expression… is… different.
Softer… sweeter…
Amiable.
Affectionate!
Now she is… my lovely, mild, fond… Vulcan First Officer!
But anyway and in any case she is… THE VULCAN FIRST OFFICER!
And she knows perfectly what we must do.
She takes the helm of the situation.
She drags me toward the door of her bathroom in a rush.
She opens the door and she dives into the bathroom, drawing me in tow.
She stops in the front of the door of her shower.
She opens its door, too, precipitously, and dashes into the shower, with me still in tow.
She places herself in front of me, and she looks up at me, in such a way… in such a way… that never shall I forget!
I have understood what she wants to do, and the surprised and glad smile on my face must reveal the whole happiness of my heart, a happiness which reaches the edge when she hugs me, holding me tightly to her, while her hand moves to turn on the tap.
The water’s cold jet runs over us, making us quivering.
With chill… and with delicious intimacy.
A few seconds.
A few seconds to be cleaned.
A few seconds of shared bliss.
She turns off the water, with evident reluctance, and then she detaches herself from me, rapidly and grudgingly, but not before we have shared a quick glance, which…
(*Oh my God! How beautiful it is, and pretty, and lovely her wet and dripping face! *)
Acting quickly, she grasps a great towel and enshrouds both of us with it, and we begin to dry each other.
(*Never I could have thought that one day she would have done that with anyone! With me! And never! have I felt such a marvellous sensation of togetherness with anyone! *)
By now we are acting in unison.
(*She and I make a hell of a team. *)
And while this thought runs through my mind, I see her open wide her eyes, as if she… as if she…
(*Oh hell! Cut the questions, man! *)
But it’s true!
She and I make a hell of a team!
We throw out the towel, and we tidy our hair in great haste, uncaring if appears wet. It’s late, and it’s absolutely logical that both of us were having a shower in the moment the captain’s voice has resounded from OC.
And then, her Vulcan hair will fall naturally into place, safeguarding her usual unflappability, whereas – I smile to myself – no one will find it weird, if my hair might look slightly… messy.
And this time it’s my turn to open wide my eyes.
(*But…! What and how am I thinking?!? From where comes this… this logic? This…*)
Cut the questions, man!
Hand in hand, we leave the bathroom, and split up.
I pick up my clothes from the floor and put them on in a flash, while watching her ecstatically – she who, without donning any underwear, is putting on a catsuit, in front of me – Shamelessly! Voluptuously! - displaying her spectacular body, which twists to slide into it, lurking at last inside it.
Now we are ready, she in her catsuit, I in my pants and my t-shirt.
I watch her, following the train of her thoughts.
And – I can’t help but openly smile – her mind is an open book, for me.
(*Will he try to reach his room, to take a uniform, or will he go to his post dressed like this? Never mind! After all, when the Captain’s call rose, he was able to be dressed in this way, and if – by any case – he would reach his post so badly clothed... nothing strange, considering his well known and frequent absent-mindedness, outside of his job. *)
I can see the wheels of her brain spinning, calculating rapidly and logically how we have to proceed now.
And I can plainly read her thoughts.
The time which has passed since the tactical alert, the time we need yet to get to our posts, the way we must act so that my exiting her room isn’t noticed.
And at one and the same time I am thinking all that… she glances at the clock, attesting that I've hit the nail in the head.
Nothing to do! Even in the middle of this difficult situation, I can’t help but smile mischievously, amused at her perfectly typical conduct.
And she catches me smirking like this and gives me the delightful sight of her lifted delicious eyebrow.
Immediately I regain a serious demeanour.
(*No way. My smart and strong Vulcan First Officer is back. *)
But I can't help but smile to myself.
There’s a softness, now, in her posture… in that gesture that so many times I have seen, a mellowness, that I can clearly perceive.
(*My... Vulcan First Officer. My sweet, passionate, adorable Vulcan First Officer. The Vulcan First Officer only I know. *)
There’s a whole world under that delicate raised eyebrow. A splendid, unknown world of love, that I - (*I! *) – have started to discover, to lay open. For me, and only for me.
I nod at her purposely, ready to act, to follow her moves.
She turns toward the door and reaches it quickly, with me just behind her.
She pushes the button and the door opens, while I lurk, cringing against the wall.
She steps out into the corridor, pretending nonchalance, in case she meets someone.
I hear noises of rushing steps resound everywhere, but I can’t see if the corridor is empty.
Then, a deep breath coming from her – a breath of relief – apprises me that no one is in sight, and in fact, without turning around, she beckons me with her hand to exit quickly.
I slip out from her room, behind her, and I go to dart, to run along the corridor.
But, the moment I’m doing it…
I feel her hand grasp my arm.
I stop abruptly, and turn my head, finding her turned toward me, with a look… a look… anxious… hazy... confused!
I look at her with puzzled eyes.
She stares at me, squeezing tightly my arm, holding me up.
Against any logic!
She stares into my eyes, intensely, with those marvellous eyes of her, deeper than the sea.
And then…
…Trembling visibly…
…Making real the forbidden thoughts I had, on another magic night… (°)
…She throws her mouth against mine and she lays a soft kiss on my lips!
In the middle of a tactical alert, in the open air, running the risk that someone could see!
Then she lowers her head for one fast moment, almost shamefully, before she lets go my arm, fixing her look again into mine.
I drink in, bewildered and speechless, her… amorous… gaze, while mine... speaks volumes.
Finally I rouse myself.
I clench my mouth, and, with a last, loving glance, I turn and dive into the corridor.
I feel her look follow me until I disappear from her view.
I can’t help breaking out with a curse.
Immediately I repent and am worried.
I don't want to displease her. Not tonight. Not even in the rabid disappointment which pervades me.
I look down at her, and I see her look up at me. And I don’t see in her eyes the smallest trace of reproach.
Instead, there’s an unbelieving and bewildered expression, mirror of my own expression.
We stare at each other for a brief instant.
Then we realize.
I spring up quickly on my feet, disentangling myself from her body and from her, and I stay in front of her, still lying on her bed – nude and… uncertain. As I am.
And while I’m trying to regain my control, I can perfectly hear and perceive a deep and frustrated breath coming from her, a breath full of acute chagrin, the same chagrin that I know is in my eyes.
And in this magic night, where wonders seem never to cease… she leaps up, like I did, and she barges purposely against me, searching and relishing again our contact, also in the agitation of the moment.
We cast each other one last reciprocal and confused glance, then finally we understand –together – that the time has arrived... to wake up... and to react.
Quickly! Swiftly! Hurry!
But…what must we do?
What must I do?
We are here, in her room, both naked, both… heavy with the scent of our lovemaking…
And right in the thick of a Tactical Alert, with the Captain who has just called all Senior Officers to their posts!
What to do?
What to do, for Pete’s sake?
I don't want to compromise her, to endanger her, to damage her image of First Officer... to blacken her honor as a woman and a... Vulcan.
I don't want to... I cannot… repay her with such coin for all the joy she has given me this night!
(*What? What must I do? What…*)
The unthought-of touch on my mouth of her lips, soft beyond comparison, transfixes out of the blue the crazy galloping of my brain!
A quick kiss!
That’s it!
A… a sudden, swift, sweet kiss she lays my lips, lifting herself on the tips of her toes and drawing my face down toward hers with her hands!
My eyes enlarge, in amazement… and in bliss, while my arms are moving aimlessly in the air to either side of her.
And… I swear! ... I can see a flash of amusement in her beautiful dark green eyes!
(*No! Wonders never cease this night! *)
Then, the well known steady Vulcan expression back on her face… she grabs my hand!
(*Wonders… never… cease…!*)
The perfect Vulcan First Officer is back! But… this Vulcan First Officer is grabbing my hand!
And her steady Vulcan expression… is… different.
Softer… sweeter…
Amiable.
Affectionate!
Now she is… my lovely, mild, fond… Vulcan First Officer!
But anyway and in any case she is… THE VULCAN FIRST OFFICER!
And she knows perfectly what we must do.
She takes the helm of the situation.
She drags me toward the door of her bathroom in a rush.
She opens the door and she dives into the bathroom, drawing me in tow.
She stops in the front of the door of her shower.
She opens its door, too, precipitously, and dashes into the shower, with me still in tow.
She places herself in front of me, and she looks up at me, in such a way… in such a way… that never shall I forget!
I have understood what she wants to do, and the surprised and glad smile on my face must reveal the whole happiness of my heart, a happiness which reaches the edge when she hugs me, holding me tightly to her, while her hand moves to turn on the tap.
The water’s cold jet runs over us, making us quivering.
With chill… and with delicious intimacy.
A few seconds.
A few seconds to be cleaned.
A few seconds of shared bliss.
She turns off the water, with evident reluctance, and then she detaches herself from me, rapidly and grudgingly, but not before we have shared a quick glance, which…
(*Oh my God! How beautiful it is, and pretty, and lovely her wet and dripping face! *)
Acting quickly, she grasps a great towel and enshrouds both of us with it, and we begin to dry each other.
(*Never I could have thought that one day she would have done that with anyone! With me! And never! have I felt such a marvellous sensation of togetherness with anyone! *)
By now we are acting in unison.
(*She and I make a hell of a team. *)
And while this thought runs through my mind, I see her open wide her eyes, as if she… as if she…
(*Oh hell! Cut the questions, man! *)
But it’s true!
She and I make a hell of a team!
We throw out the towel, and we tidy our hair in great haste, uncaring if appears wet. It’s late, and it’s absolutely logical that both of us were having a shower in the moment the captain’s voice has resounded from OC.
And then, her Vulcan hair will fall naturally into place, safeguarding her usual unflappability, whereas – I smile to myself – no one will find it weird, if my hair might look slightly… messy.
And this time it’s my turn to open wide my eyes.
(*But…! What and how am I thinking?!? From where comes this… this logic? This…*)
Cut the questions, man!
Hand in hand, we leave the bathroom, and split up.
I pick up my clothes from the floor and put them on in a flash, while watching her ecstatically – she who, without donning any underwear, is putting on a catsuit, in front of me – Shamelessly! Voluptuously! - displaying her spectacular body, which twists to slide into it, lurking at last inside it.
Now we are ready, she in her catsuit, I in my pants and my t-shirt.
I watch her, following the train of her thoughts.
And – I can’t help but openly smile – her mind is an open book, for me.
(*Will he try to reach his room, to take a uniform, or will he go to his post dressed like this? Never mind! After all, when the Captain’s call rose, he was able to be dressed in this way, and if – by any case – he would reach his post so badly clothed... nothing strange, considering his well known and frequent absent-mindedness, outside of his job. *)
I can see the wheels of her brain spinning, calculating rapidly and logically how we have to proceed now.
And I can plainly read her thoughts.
The time which has passed since the tactical alert, the time we need yet to get to our posts, the way we must act so that my exiting her room isn’t noticed.
And at one and the same time I am thinking all that… she glances at the clock, attesting that I've hit the nail in the head.
Nothing to do! Even in the middle of this difficult situation, I can’t help but smile mischievously, amused at her perfectly typical conduct.
And she catches me smirking like this and gives me the delightful sight of her lifted delicious eyebrow.
Immediately I regain a serious demeanour.
(*No way. My smart and strong Vulcan First Officer is back. *)
But I can't help but smile to myself.
There’s a softness, now, in her posture… in that gesture that so many times I have seen, a mellowness, that I can clearly perceive.
(*My... Vulcan First Officer. My sweet, passionate, adorable Vulcan First Officer. The Vulcan First Officer only I know. *)
There’s a whole world under that delicate raised eyebrow. A splendid, unknown world of love, that I - (*I! *) – have started to discover, to lay open. For me, and only for me.
I nod at her purposely, ready to act, to follow her moves.
She turns toward the door and reaches it quickly, with me just behind her.
She pushes the button and the door opens, while I lurk, cringing against the wall.
She steps out into the corridor, pretending nonchalance, in case she meets someone.
I hear noises of rushing steps resound everywhere, but I can’t see if the corridor is empty.
Then, a deep breath coming from her – a breath of relief – apprises me that no one is in sight, and in fact, without turning around, she beckons me with her hand to exit quickly.
I slip out from her room, behind her, and I go to dart, to run along the corridor.
But, the moment I’m doing it…
I feel her hand grasp my arm.
I stop abruptly, and turn my head, finding her turned toward me, with a look… a look… anxious… hazy... confused!
I look at her with puzzled eyes.
She stares at me, squeezing tightly my arm, holding me up.
Against any logic!
She stares into my eyes, intensely, with those marvellous eyes of her, deeper than the sea.
And then…
…Trembling visibly…
…Making real the forbidden thoughts I had, on another magic night… (°)
…She throws her mouth against mine and she lays a soft kiss on my lips!
In the middle of a tactical alert, in the open air, running the risk that someone could see!
Then she lowers her head for one fast moment, almost shamefully, before she lets go my arm, fixing her look again into mine.
I drink in, bewildered and speechless, her… amorous… gaze, while mine... speaks volumes.
Finally I rouse myself.
I clench my mouth, and, with a last, loving glance, I turn and dive into the corridor.
I feel her look follow me until I disappear from her view.
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(°) You must forgive me, my friends. That's an allusion to something that you can not yet know, but that you will know. Just give me time to put some order in the mountain of recordings, notes, memos and so on and so forth, that my prolific ancestor left me.
Then you will know everything.
Word of Asso, the liar who does not lie.
Never.
Almost never.
Sometimes.
Often.
Always.
(°) You must forgive me, my friends. That's an allusion to something that you can not yet know, but that you will know. Just give me time to put some order in the mountain of recordings, notes, memos and so on and so forth, that my prolific ancestor left me.
Then you will know everything.
Word of Asso, the liar who does not lie.
Never.
Almost never.
Sometimes.
Often.
Always.
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Okay, the first night (only the first, though) is over.
But it does not end definitely here what my ancestor, that irrepressible snitch, has passed down to me. For one thing, I believe, indeed I am sure you all would love to know what was hidden, for real, in that famous conversation that our two beloved lovebirds had the morning after their first night of love. Am I wrong, my friends? Well, if I'm wrong, do not go to read the next chapter. But, if I'm not wrong, please go to read it. Go to read "the reason why" that conversation took place. You have only to click on the image beside. |