Mestral’s Legacy: Chapter 28

April 16th, 2154
11:56 p.m.

This time he had very pointedly not invited T’Pol when he had come outside to the hot tub. He just wanted to relax; lately being around T’Pol created the opposite state in him. His eyes were closed and his mind was lulled by the warm water swirling around him when he felt the water rise and then a small swell wash over him as she lowered herself into the tub. She didn’t say anything so he decided to ignore her unless she made that impossible. It didn’t take long.

At first it was a discrete clearing of the throat. When that didn’t garner a response she coughed politely. Still he ignored her. He felt her feet brush against his, which annoyed him considerably since the last time she had done that he had ended up taking a dunk in the hot tub–she had no way of knowing that that wouldn’t be his reaction this time. He waited to see how much further she was going to take this before she got the hint and went away. For the longest time there was nothing but the water swirlingbubbles and heat around him. He had almost forgotten that she was there, or, at least, had convinced himself that she had given up, when he felt her hand on his chest. He opened his eyes.

She was standing in front of him in her Vulcan skivvies, soaking wet, and a little cold. He had made up his mind to ignore her, but his body didn’t take orders. He didn’t say anything, managing a glare that didn’t need translation.

“Jonathan, you are being childish.”

“Am I?” He kept his eyes on hers, ignoring the fact that the woman who had haunted his dreams for nearly three years was standing in front of him dripping wet and scantily clad. Well, most of him was ignoring that fact he thought, as he cursed the traitorous swelling in his swimming trunks–so much for a hasty exit.

“Yes, you are.” She traced the length of his arm with two fingers; he felt a sudden rush of desire. She looked surprised when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away.

“T’Pol, what are you doing?”

“Are you not curious, Jonathan?” She was standing between his legs and he had to admit, if only to himself, that he was just a tiny bit, um, curious. He’d be damned if he was going to admit it to her though.

“No. Besides, nothing’s changed: I’m still your superior officer.”

“But you are no longer my commanding officer.”

“And you think that makes a difference?”

“Doesn’t it?” she asked bringing her face so close to his that he could almost feel her lips moving against his as she spoke the words.

“No,” he said, though a little less forcefully this time. He turned his head, distancing his lips from hers. They had been close. Tantalizingly close.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” he asked, trying to figure out how his staid first officer had decided, logically, that this was a good idea.

“You are concerned for my health?” she asked, sounding the slightest bit put out that he was changing the subject.

“Are you telling me you’re being logical?” he countered.

“You desire me, I desire you. I no longer serve on your ship.” Her hand resumed its travels along his arm,

“We are on leave and alone. Is it not logical to satisfy our curiosity?”

“Logical?” he asked, facing her once again. Her lips were on his as he said the word and he felt what was left of his resolve slipping away. Her knee appear on the seat beside his left hip, and then the other knee was alongside his other hip and she was sitting in his lap. If she wanted her curiosity satisfied then he’d oblige her, but that didn’t mean that he had to enjoy it–much.

The kiss was long and thorough, stealing his breath away. He could feel her breath tickle his cheek and her hands–well, he had no trouble keeping track of where those were. His own hands followed the smooth curve of her back to the firm swell of her buttocks pulling her closer. She moved reflexively, pressing herself against him. This was going too fast, if he didn’t slow things down he would end up letting her have her way and that wasn’t going to happen again.

He slid his hands between her spread legs. Even through the fabric of her shorts and the swirling water he could feel evidence of her arousal. His fingers teased her through her shorts, stroking until her hands clenched in his hair. He inhaled sharply as her hands travelled down his chest and then brazenly lower.

“No,” he whispered firmly, moving her hands back to his neck. He ignored her quizzical look and stood up. Her legs locked around his waist as he moved to the side of the hot tub and set her down on the edge where the sunken hot tub met the deck. Slipping his hands under her wet top, he pulled it over her head and tossed it into the dark night. Her wet skin, gleaming in the faint moonlight, drew his hands to her. He cupped her breasts, and, over the soughing of the waves, heard her breath turn ragged as he stroked the silky skin. He lowered his mouth to her breast, pulling the erect nub into his mouth and stroking the sensitive tissue with his tongue. He heard his name fall softly from her lips.

Slipping his hands under the waistband of her shorts, he inched them down. She lifted up her hips and he pulled them all the way off; they too disappeared into the night. He slipped his hands into the swirling water, cupped her feet and pulled her legs up, knees bent, and hooked them over his shoulders. Laying her back on the deck, he lowered his head between her legs. He teased her with his tongue until she was panting and wriggling beneath his touch. Her body arched against him, but he didn’t let up until her hands clenched painfully in his hair and her body froze, trembling, as she moaned something in Vulcan.

After a moment, she loosened her grip on his hair and he looked up at her from between her thighs. She had the faintest self-satisfied smile on her face as he levered himself out of the hot tub and onto his back on the deck beside her. She rolled over and slid her hand into his swimming trunks. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand out again, getting a confused look in response. He kissed her hand, leaned over and whispered nonchalantly in her ear, “Just curious.” Without another word he grabbed his towel, got up, and disappeared into the house, leaving T’Pol naked, wet, and alone under the moonlight.

Next