Title: Untitled
Author:
voleuse
Fandom: Enterprise
Ship: Trip/T'Pol
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: S4, no spoilers
He's not going to stare at T'Pol anymore.
He has work to do, important work, and gazing at her (or ogling her, whatever) is not going to keep the engine running, or prevent the antimatter from exploding in the wrong way.
He's not going to wonder why she chose that particular color of jumpsuit for the day, or how the fabric might feel, warm against her skin.
He's not going to think about what the jumpsuit might feel like, sliding off her skin.
In fact, he's not going to think about her at all.
Then she walks past him again.
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Originally posted here.
Author:
voleuseFandom: Enterprise
Ship: Trip/T'Pol
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: S4, no spoilers
He's not going to stare at T'Pol anymore.
He has work to do, important work, and gazing at her (or ogling her, whatever) is not going to keep the engine running, or prevent the antimatter from exploding in the wrong way.
He's not going to wonder why she chose that particular color of jumpsuit for the day, or how the fabric might feel, warm against her skin.
He's not going to think about what the jumpsuit might feel like, sliding off her skin.
In fact, he's not going to think about her at all.
Then she walks past him again.
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Originally posted here.
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He's not going to think about what the jumpsuit might feel like, sliding off her skin.