Title: PARTED FROM ME ...
Author: T'Lin ( LinkyS@aol.com )
Series: ENT (alternate reality)
Code: T'Pol/T'Pau
Rating: R
Summary: Correspondences and introspection between T'Pol and T'Pau, who are (in my universe) betrothed.
Warning: Contains minor spoilers for "Broken Bow" as well as a portrayal of an f/f relationship. If the idea of two females together in a loving relationship bothers you, or you're repulsed by descriptions of self-gratification, I suggest you read no further. As a matter of fact, I'd say you're defiantly in the wrong place all together, go elsewhere for your reading pleasure.
Note: Written for Round IV of the Femme Fuh-Q Fest - http://www.geocities.com/femme_fuhq_fest/
Archiving: FFF, ASC/EM and my own site - http://www.geocities.com/tlin_s/ all others, please ask first.
Feedback: Gladly accepted ... private or public ... no flames please.
Disclaimer: Paramount, Viacom, whomever, own the STAR TREK universe, I'm just borrowing the gals for a little harmless fun. I promise to return them when I'm done. I make no money off of this, it is all in fun ... no copyright infringement is intended. This original story is ŠT'Lin, October, 2001.
by T'Lin 0110.21
From: T'Pau
Tekara City
ShiKahr Provence, Vulcan
To: T'Pol
Vulcan Compound
Sausalito, Earth
Na'shaya, T'Pol,
I trust you are settling in well on your new assignment. I will admit, it has been difficult adjusting to your absence. When you were first offered this assignment, I was pleased for you ... after all, the experiences you would have would far outweigh the inconvenience I would feel at your absence. And truly, what is five years to us, who live so long, compared to the lifetime we would have together after your assignment on Earth was over.
However, after only one month, I find myself wishing I had never let you go. Every day, when I return to our home, I have so much I wish to share with you ... but you are not here, nor within easy communications range. The sharing of our day to day work had become routine ... I did not realize how much pleasure I found in sharing my life's work with another being.
On that note, I can tell you that our research is progressing as planned, but beyond that, I am not at liberty to say ... I am recording all our results so that you may see the progression of our work when you return to me.
I know you are busy, so I will not keep you any longer. I miss you, ashaya, and the closeness we have shared. At times, I fear the distance between us is testing our betrothal bond, for I lose my sense of you. I have been assured it is just my imagination ... but it is very disconcerting, nonetheless. Perhaps we should not have postponed our Koon-ut-kal-if-fee ... for then, we would be one, and I would not be so alone.
Diftor heh smusma,
T'Pau
><><><><><><><
From: T'Pol
ENTERPRISE
Orbital Space Dock, Earth
To: T'Pau
Tekara City
ShiKahr Provence, Vulcan
Na'shaya, T'Pau,
Your message was a pleasant surprise at the end of a wearying day. After a month, I find myself sharing your misgivings over the decision I made. Soval has granted me the *privilege* of being his liaison with the humans, and I fear I will not be able to work with them for an extended period of time ... their minds are far too chaotic for my tastes.
Forgive my outburst, I am not myself. As you can see from the header of this letter, I am no longer on Earth, per se. I have been temporarily reassigned to their spaceship, ENTERPRISE, and I have not been able to meditate since I arrived here ... it is taking its toll on me. That, added to the need to constantly shield their chaotic thought patterns while in such close proximity, has stressed me to the limits of my endurance. But I will persevere ... I have no choice, really.
For the past two days we have been in constant preparation, as an emergency situation has arisen, and the ENTERPRISE must leave Earth orbit sooner than originally planned. In light of the emergency, Soval insisted that a Vulcan observer be placed onboard ship, to assist in any way possible ... I am that observer. I regret that I can say no more, nor take the time to tell you of my experiences to date. Suffice it to say, I am settling in as best as I can.
Again, forgive the briefness of this message, I will contact you again when this emergency mission is over and I return to Earth. I miss you, and eagerly await the day when we can speak face-to-face once again.
Sochya eh divan, t'hy'la,
T'Pol
><><><><><><><
T'Pau returned home after a long day. Three days had passed since she had heard from T'Pol, and she was beginning to worry. The story circulating around the Vulcan Science Academy was that Earth had had contact with the Klingon Empire, and ENTERPRISE was in the middle of things. Unfortunately, there were no details about this contact, so T'Pau had no idea if Earth was in danger of being conquered or if they were able to route the Klingon's from their usual path.
Her one attempt to contact T'Pol had failed ... her letter returned due to a communications blackout. This did not ease her mind in the least. She was also increasingly aware of a *diminishing* of their bond. At times, she had no sense of T'Pol at all, and when she could sense her, it was very faint.
At first, she had feared that the betrothal bond they shared was not strong enough to withstand the great distances inherent to space travel, but after asking colleagues who had experienced this type of separation, she had been assured that distance could not sever the betrothal. Their bond was still intact, but her anxiety, combined with the stress that T'Pol was undoubtedly under, had most likely combined to create the impression that their bond had weakened. Their suggestion was to meditate and rid herself of all anxiety, then she would see that all was well.
Crossing the room, she automatically looked to the terminal on her desk, in the hopes that there was a message from T'Pol ... but once again, there was nothing. No messages at all, in fact. Of course, this was not an unusual occurrence, but it was disappointing nonetheless.
Determined to clear her mind of negative thoughts, she lit her firepot, and knelt before it to meditate. The *arie'mnu* she had been taught as a child had been failing her since T'Pol had left. She hoped that meditation would restore her mastery of her emotions.
It took some time, but she finally reached the first level of meditation. The clearing of the mind led to the relaxing of her body ... and once this was achieved, the deeper meditation she required came more easily. Soon, the jumble of thoughts that had been plaguing her for days was reorganized into a semblance of order from which she hoped to find understanding and peace.
Examining each item, one by one, and compartmentalizing them ... setting aside the trivial and nonessential for later scrutiny or dismissal. Once this was accomplished, she would set her mind on T'Pol ... or more specifically, the bond they shared. She had to know if it was still viable.
As T'Pau stared into the flame, the image of her beloved appeared in her mind. With the image, the bond flared to life ... but something was not right. She sensed confusion, anger, and apprehension. Her natural instinct was to break the connection, but she fought her instincts. She had to know what was causing such distress to her t'hy'la.
Concentrating, she became one with T'Pol ... the feel of hands on her abdomen, T'Pol's hands, gently rubbing, then moving to her thighs. The feeling sent shivers of passion through her loins. What T'Pol was doing, however, did not coincide well with the thoughts she was receiving, for the movements were sensual, yet the thoughts were not.
As a second pair of hands touched her body, T'Pau realized that T'Pol was not alone ... a flash of disgust entered her mind, as the male hands touched her back, and as suddenly as the emotion registered, T'Pau sensed T'Pol's shields snap more fully into place, and their connection was lost once again.
Whatever activity T'Pol was engaged in, she was not enjoying the experience. T'Pau, on the other hand, had been ... at least until the 'other' came into the equation. It had been nearly six weeks since she and T'Pol had been together ... and the feel of her lovers hands on her body, even if only in her mind, was a pleasant diversion.
Satisfied that their bond was secure, T'Pau went to bed ... but the lingering feel of her beloved's hands on her flash had aroused her need for fulfilment. Lying alone in her bed, she gave in to her needs. As she gently rolled her nipple between thumb and fingers, her other hand slid between her thighs, her thumb rubbing against her clit, as two fingers slipped inside.
Her movements were slow and deliberate ... gently arousing her passion, as she once again concentrated on T'Pol. To her amazement, the connection flared back to life almost instantly. Suddenly, T'Pol's hands had joined her own in this sensual solo dance. Sending thoughts of love and concern to T'Pol, she was pleased when the love was returned, and all sense of the anger she had perceived earlier was gone.
There were so many questions that T'Pau wanted to ask T'Pol, but they would have to wait ... the physical connection was overwhelming, and all that mattered at this moment. As she stimulated the nipple on one breast, she could feel T'Pol's hand on the other. As her own fingers were pulled out, she felt T'Pol's slip in ... the stimulation was constant, and building to a crescendo ... she did not know how much more of it she could take.
As her orgasm exploded in waves of ecstasy they were redoubled by T'Pol's. Satiated, a feeling of such utter acceptance and love passed between the two as they drifted off to sleep.
********
From: T'Pol
ENTERPRISE
Leaving Qo'nos -- destination unknown
To: T'Pau
Tekara City
ShiKahr Provence, Vulcan
Na'shaya, T'Pau,
Forgive my silence ... I know it must have been difficult for you, but the communications blackout was a necessity. By now, you have undoubtedly seen the news of what happened on Earth, so I will not elaborate here ... suffice it to say, we were successful.
Soval had, of course, planned on this mission being a failure. He never intended for the Humans to actually succeed when it came to the Klingons. He had assumed that they would be forced to return to Earth, once again under our control and limitations.
He underestimated them, as did I. Much to my surprise, the Humans are proving to be a rather fascinating challenge for me, as they are far more adventurous than Vulcans, and willing to take unnecessary chances, all for the sake of exploration. Starfleet has granted them permission to continue exploring this sector of space, instead of returning to Earth at this time. Captain Archer has requested that I remain with them as Science Officer.
I was hesitant at first ... but as I thought of my options, I realized that assignment to this ship was preferable to my liaison position on Earth with Soval ... one that would undoubtedly be far more arduous with his plans thwarted as they have been. I accepted the Captain's offer, and have asked the Vulcan Embassy on Earth to grant me a permanent reassignment to ENTERPRISE.
Of course, this will not interfere with our original plans. I have asked that this assignment not exceed the original five years I had agreed to stay on Earth. I have been told that will not be a problem. In the mean time, we can continue to find solace and companionship in our bond ... for although you are parted from me, we are never parted ... never and always ... touching, and touched.
My T'hy'la ... be well,
T'Pol