Title: Decontamination

Author: Odon

Email: odon05@hotmail.com


Fandom: Star Trek Enterprise

Category: Slash

Archive: Archiving and downloading sure, as long as you credit the author.

Pairing: T'Pol/Sato

Summary: T'Pol, Hoshi, and the decontamination room.

Rating: R

Status: Complete

Series/Sequel: No.

Disclaimer: "Enterprise" and the characters within are the property of the Great Bird of the Franchise, Paramount. No profit is intended in the writing of this story, just good clean (well it does take place in a decontamination room!) fun.

Beta: Thanks to Meagan for her beta work.

Hoshi gasped, her body convulsing under the Vulcan's hands.

"Is there a problem, Ensign Sato?" T'Pol somehow managed to convey all her exasperation in a single raised eyebrow. Her hands ceased their movement.

"No no…that's quite…pleasant. Don't stop, for God's sake!"

T'Pol carried on spreading the decontamination gel over the ensign's lithe young form. As usual the human was responding in a highly undisciplined manner, moaning and shuddering every time her palms slid over the erogenous areas which, from Sato's continual small cries, appeared to consist of the entire surface area of her body. They were ruled by their emotions, this species. An alliance with such a people at this immature stage in their development was highly illogical. Unfortunately at the rate they were expanding into space it was also necessary.

She felt the stirrings of emotion herself as the human's hand slid up the length of her thigh to the junction of her legs. Stimulation of the nerves clustered there caused a not-unpleasant feeling to run through her body. T'Pol applied the *arie'mnu*, detaching her mind from the sensation, recognising it for what it was—mere electrical signals to the brain designed to elicit a physiological response. She coldly identified and catalogued her feelings of attraction for Ensign Sato, the illicit pleasure she received from the alien's touch, the redirection of blood that was swelling the clitoris and mammillae.

*'The feelings do not control me. I am in control of them. They are shadows, whispers without substance or form.'*

Ensign Sato however appeared to have lost all control, gripping the subcommander's hand tightly and working it between her legs even though T'Pol had already thoroughly decontaminated that area at Sato's insistence. For a fraction of a second the Vulcan considered using her greater strength to break free, but a more logical approach was to bring this to a conclusion as quickly as possible. Sliding her other hand around behind Sato's back she gently but firmly inserted her index finger between the cheeks of the human female's buttocks, seeking out the areas that would create the most stimulation. Despite some differences between their species the basic human neuro-system appeared to be similar to her own, a logical supposition verified by the gasp in response to her caresses. Working the index fingers of each hand in concert, T'Pol applied the *Sok-te-Na* technique without the usual restraint, bringing Ensign Sato to climax quickly her whole body shuddering *"Oh-oh-OH!-AH!"* as the human's mindspill filled T'Pol's head for a brief second and the thoughts of unrestrained joy in her own pleasure bringing distasteful memories of the *pon farr*—T'Pol disengaged herself as soon as it was polite to do so.

Hoshi dropped to her knees on the wet floor as if in supplication. "Oh GOD, that was so good!"

It confused the subcommander momentarily, until T'Pol realised that the human had not suddenly decided to worship her. She turned to the controls and adjusted them, lowering the temperature of the water cycle. It would be uncomfortable for her as a Vulcan, but it should cool the ardor of Ensign Sato, seeing as her mental discipline was so poor. "Is this going to happen every time we undergo this procedure, ensign?"

Hoshi's smile could only be described as evil. "I hope so."

"You should learn to exercise greater control."

"What's wrong, don't they have sex on VulcARRRRGH!!" Hoshi yelled, jumping to her feet as the spray of cold water hit her naked body.

T'Pol thought that would be the end of the matter, but when the dryers switched on Ensign Sato persisted in her impolite line of questioning. "So, how do they go about making love on your planet? There wasn't anything on the database on Vulcan mating habits." Images of bizarre alien sex rites filled Hoshi's mind.

T'Pol turned her back on the human.

"Hey, I didn't mean to offend—"

T'Pol walked out of Decontam without answering.

The young ensign stared after her. Unusual. You'd think they'd be like computers, with all that emphasis on logic. But there were obviously hidden depths to the beautiful Vulcan. A telepath; what would it be like to bond with her? To know instantly the effect of your caresses, of hers on your own body.

She was looking forward to finding out. And she had a few tricks of her own in her repertoire. She was a pretty cunning 'linguist' after all.

It was an old joke, but it still made Hoshi grin.

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