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Wham, Bam, Thank You, Commander	By : merimom Category: Star Trek > Enterprise Views: 8856 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Wham, Bam, Thank You, Commander, 6/8

Author: Ginny Powell

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Trip/OFC

Feedback: Of course! wmginnypowell@yahoo.com

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize is owne Par Paramount. The rest is
just a product of my fevered imagination. If you know a way I can
profit from this, tell me � I�m gettin� nothin�.
Summary: Trip is a stud. �Nuff sa/fon/font>

Chapter 6 - The Morning After
Veronica woke up first. Her first thought was to wonder why she was so
uncharacteristically happy this early in the morning. Her second
thought was a realization of how many places on her body ached with
overuse. Then she rolled over and saw Trip and was happy once more.
�Hey,� she said quietly as his eyes fluttered open inches from her
face.
�Hey yourself,� he said, smiling widely. He tried to push up onto one
elbow but flinched in pain.
�You all right?�
�Yeah, yeah, I�m okay,� he answered, grimacing as he tried to work the
kinks out of his shoulder muscles.>
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�You are much better than okay,� Veronica teased, closing in for a soft
kiss. It was nice, but lacked the intense spark of the day before.
Guess we�re just not morning people, Veronica dismissed it.
�Man, I�m starvin�,� Trip announced, rubbing his muscled stomach. The
movement made Veronica look down, and she noticed that Trip�s amazing
never-flagging erection seemed to have finally flagged. It was just as
well, as she was afraid it might take a crowbar to pry her legs apart,
she was so stiff. �I think we forgot dinner.�
�Yeah, we were a bit busy, weren�t we,� she teased. She rolled slowly
over and out of the bed, standing with difficulty.
�You all right?� it was Trip�s turn to ask.
�Yeah, I�m okay,� Veronica dutifully answered.
�You�re much better �n okay,� Trip completed the script, and they
laughed softly.
�Nothing a good, hot shower won�t cure,� Veronica added as she hobbled
toward her clothes. She definitely needed clean ones from her own
quarters. � you you in the mess hall in half an hour?�
�Sure,� Trip agreed, slowly levering himself up to a sitting position.
He sat there watching Veronica dress, an awkward silence beginning to
develop around them. When she was done, she turned to him and kissed
him quickly.
��Bye.�
��Bye.�
And she was out the door.
Trip sat staring at the closed door for a while, wondering if he should
have said something else, done something else. Or maybe he was just
stalling before forcing his sore body to stand. Finally he made a
decision, managed to stand, and hobbled toward the shower.

The mess hall was filled nearly to capacity; apparently everyone who
had been given one-day medical leave had slept in a bit late and
awakened hungry. As Trip turned to find a seat, holding his laden
tray, one group waved him over.
�Commander, over here!� called one of his engineers, Ensign Larry
Redburn, gesturing at an open seat. Since there weren�t many other
places to sit, Trip accepted the invitation. �We were just talking
about how sick we all got yesterday. You were down there, right?�
Trip nodded. �What happened to you?�
Stalling for time, Trip took a large bite of his bagel. Luckily for
him, his interrogator was the type that liked to talk about himself.
�I had the worst case of gas ever. You have that?�
Trip shook his , st, still chewing.
�That�s nothin�,� another member of the group chimed in. �I had these
huge pimple things everywhere my skin was exposed.� He indicated his
hands and face. �Lucky I didn�t have to take a whiz, eh, Butler?� He
elbowed the woman next to him, who blushed, setting off a cacophony of
laughter all around the table. Trip used the distraction to take
another bite and chewed slowly.
�Who were you down there with, anyways?� asked Redburn, turning back to
Trip, when the merriment had passed. Trip chewed more obviously, but
Redburn just sat and waited, so that he eventually had to answer.
�Hunter. You know, the geologist.�
�The-� Redburn seemed to be thinking, then his eyes lighted up
suddenly. �Oh, the geologist, yeah.� And he made a motion near his
chest that Trip might have felt compelled to call him on if someone
else hadn�t interrupted.
�Hey, there she is now.�
Everyone glanced at the door, which had just opened to admit none other
than Veronica Hunter. She scanned the room, her eyes finding Trip.
Her lips curved up just a little at the sight, not giving too much
away, before she headed over to get her food.
Once more, Redburn took matters into his own hands.
�Make some room, hey, move over.� He managed to carve a space and
found a chair somewhere, so that when Veronica turned around he was
waving her over to sit between Redburn and Trip. Her face set
passively, she squeezed into the seat.
�Commander,� she acknowledged Trip quietly.
�Ensign,� he returned.
�So, you two were down there together? What happened?� Redburn
inquired.
Veronica took a sudden interest in her eggs. Trip realized he�d
stalled long enough.
�Nothin� like what you guys had, apparently. Just a buzz, kinda, ya
know, elevated heart rate, euphoria.�
�You lucky stiffs!� Redburn commented, apparently buying it. �Doctor
Phlox ought to bottle up that one. Sounds much better than what
Fletcher got; heard he was out cold.�
�Yeah, and McCain was still tossing his cookies last I saw him.�
As the rest of the table continued to regale each other with tales of
their woes, Trip and Veronica exchanged a quick glance andmallmall sigh
of relief.
Several minutes later, the crowd had run out of �top this!� gossip, as
well as food on their plates, and scattered.
�Nice cover,� Veronica whispered when she and Trip were finally alone.
�The truth, just a bit�understated.�
�Understatement of the year, I�d say,� Trip rejoined, smiling jauntily.
�And what about today? Have your �symptoms� recurred?� Her eyes
flicked down to his lap and then back to meet his gaze.
�Not like yesterday. I�m sore in muscles I didn�t even know I had.�
He rolled his neck from side to side and winced in illustration.
�I�m a bit sore myself,� replied Veronica, wiggling in her chair
slightly to indicate exactly where.
Trip glanced down, then back up into her eyes. �Sorry.�
�No, you�re not,� Veronica disputed, softening it with a smile. Trip
had the decency to blush just a little. �You know, a good massage
could help your problem,� she added.
�Might make yours worse,� Trip rejoined, with a suggestive eyebrow
raise.
�A chance I�m willing to take, Commander.�
�After you.� Trip rose, making room for Veronica to get up, then
followed her toward the door.
But before they could reach it, it opened, revealing Doctor Phlox,
smiling hugely.
�Just the two people I wanted to see,� Phlox said. �If you�ll follow
me, please.�
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