with_discipline | 039

No, I'm not. What's up?

I still have yet to give you your gift.

Oh! Yeah! I almost forgot. It's not Aristotle, is it?

It is not. May I bring it to you?

Sure, I don't see why not.

I'll be there shortly.

[Sam was currently deeply immersed in the books he'd been given for his birthday. He'd not seen this kind of magic in his world at all, so it was a chance to educate himself on some of the other systems on the Barge.]

[She made her way to his room, a small wooden box in her hands. When she reached Sam's door, T'Pol knocked, thumbs running lightly over the top of the box.]

[Sam got to his feet and made his way over to the door, opening it with a slight smile. It felt like it'd honestly been a while since he'd seen her.]

Hey, come on in.

[And stood back to allow her entrance.]

[Probably because it had been. She inclined her head and stepped inside, holding the box in front of her.]

It's several days late, [she started, holding out the box. It was fairly small, easy to fit in her hand, with rounded edges. Inside it was a very old - well, to her, anyway - compass.] But happy birthday, Sam.

[Sam chuckled lightly before accepting the box with a grin. He carefully opened it and saw the compass before a wide grin spread across his face.]

Dude, this is awesome. Thank you!

[She hadn't been sure he'd like it, and her eyebrows twitched up in that almost smile of hers at his reaction.] You're welcome. I doubt that it will do you much good up here-- [Unless the Barge fucks with things yet again] --but the symbolism seems pertinent.

Yeah, thanks!

[Sam nods again, the grin still at his lips. He reached for her in an instinctual sort of want to hug in thanks, for a few moments ignoring the Vulcan's boundaries.]

[Oh. Well. It was to be expected, she told herself. Humans did that hug thing a lot. T'Pol, not quite as used to it, slid a hand up to press lightly against his back, returning the hug as best she knew how.]

[It took a few minutes before he realized that he was indeed hugging her and quite possibly crossing a few lines. He tried to pull back a little.] Sorry, uh, for, uh, I should've asked, uh.

Sam. [T'Pol hesitated, letting him pull back and sliding her arm to his. It was probably a bad idea, really, but this kind of hesitation and second guessing had made things difficult, before. She didn't want to repeat past mistakes. So instead of stepping away, or telling him one more time that an apology was unnecessary, she leaned forward, rising on the balls of her feet to kiss him.]

[Sam at first looked a little puzzled and curious at her mention of his name but then when she rose onto the balls of her feet, it hit him with little warning. Soon, her mouth was pressed to his and he leaned in closer, one arm wrapping about her waist and tucking her snug against his body.]

[Her hand found his shoulder, and slid upward to cup his cheek as she leaned into him, letting his arm balance her. It was always a thrill of sorts to act on impulse, like a sharp jolt when she acted illogically. A good jolt.]

[Sam brought his other arm up to press to her cheek as well, breathing in through his nose so he could just continue as he was, his lips sealed against hers as he tried to pull her even closer against his body. It had been so long since they'd kissed and the hunter's natural need for contact had been growing since his self-induced hermitage.]

[Vulcans enjoyed their solitude, and she was no exception to that rule - but the damage she'd done to her system left her far more able to deal with - occasionally - the emotionality of humans. And she particularly liked this emotion. T'Pol slid one hand down his back, fingers spread, palm pressed tight against him, and shivered.]

[Sam enjoyed the firm touch on his back, again surprised by the Vulcan's strength and he took a couple steps toward one of his queen-sized beds (as the room was set up like a motel room), despite every intention to remain mostly friends with her. Hey, they'd banged and so far she wasn't dead so that had to mean the curse was over, right?]

[If she really wanted, she could carry him to the bed - but there was something distinctly not romantic about that thought, so she matched those steps he took with a few of her own, pulling him with her toward the bed. Curses? Totally illogical.]

[Sam separated himself long enough to sit down on the edge of the bed, trying to pull her down with him. He wanted to enjoy this moment with her, away from his brother and everything else. Just her and him.]

[He didn't have to try hard. T'Pol settled a hand on his shoulder, pressing him back onto the bed and leaning over him, knees sliding onto the bed. She kissed along his jaw with the barest hesitation; she'd determined that instinct could be okay, but with caution. Caution was good.]

[Sam laid back, stretching his neck out farther, trying to open up as much skin to her as he can. His hands, though, are a little confused as to where are okay places to go, and they roam across her midsection before settling on her hips, not venturing into territory he's not sure of. But, if nothing else, a quiet groan of satisfaction escapes him at her attention and a sign that she's definitely doing something right.]

[Encouragement was good. She kissed down his neck and shifted once she was fully settled on the bed, pressing down against him. Hips were fine, but they'd been acting so careful a round each other and it was...frustrating.

Hey. It was frustrating. Snap, that's an emotion.]

[You and your emotions, T'Pol. Sam doesn't understand your issues with them and so he instead is trying find some way to reciprocate the attention he's getting, but is at a lack of understanding of what would feel good to a Vulcan. Sure, they did it back in Kissing Town, but that had been Pon Farr and maybe the had been something completely different. So, carefully, his large hands wandered North.]

[It may be time for a Vulcan biology lesson. She should just get him a book, he'll get it faster. T'Pol kissed along his collar, half tempted to just pull his shirt open, but though the idea was enticing, she restrained herself. Sitting up, straddling his waist, T'Pol reached for one of his arms, pulling it forward so he could hold up his hand. She pressed hers into his, palms flush against each other, and she tried to hide that increase in breath.] For Vulcans, [she said quietly,] hands are erogenous zones.

[She slid her palm up his, fingers curling down between his. She didn't bother suppressing the shiver before she reached for his right hand, carefully folding his fingers in until only his first and forefinger were extended; she mirrored the gesture, pressing her fingers to his.] This is considered an intimate gesture. [The last time she'd used it had been out of obligation to her husband.]

[Sam watched as she gestured with her hands and he smiled up at her warmly as he tried to memorize that gesture before it hit him why she was so weird about hands. It made sense to him why she kept them tucked behind her back, and now that he did know, he carefully moved his thumbs to her palms and pressed gently, watching her face for a reaction, as he didn't want to hurt her or get her too stirred up too quickly.]

Thanks.

[Her mouth opened slightly, and T'Pol drew in a short, audible breath, pressing her hands against his thumbs. Okay, maybe the book wasn't necessary, because he'd certainly figured that part out. She tilted her head, kissing along one of his hands before leaning down to press her mouth to his again.]

[Sam took that as a good sign, a very good sign, especially since wasn't a)keeling over and b)pushing him away. Instead, he felt her mouth over his own again and he began to rub his thumbs against her palms in a slow circular manner, very aware of the thick callouses built up from years upon years of hunting.]

[So was she. Very, very aware, and her fingers twitched now and then. But she wasn't pulling away - T'Pol pressed closer, wishing she had pulled his shirt off him; their clothes were getting bothersome.]

[Sam kept a firm hold on her hands and leaned up toward her to try and meet her at some kind of halfway point, to match the intensity he felt he was getting from her.]

[It wasn't quite Pon Farr, but she wasn't quite a normal Vulcan. Curling hr fingers down, she brushed them over the back of his hands, stroking what she could reach.]

[Sam didn't mind if she wasn't a normal Vulcan. He liked her just the way she was. c: Nonetheless, the hunter freed one hand from her so he could reach for her belt and the bottom of her shirt, his mind focused on one thing right now.]

[D'aw, this is why their awkward has the added joy of being adorable. His mind wasn't the only one focusing, though, and her freed hand dropped to his pants, working at button and zipper.]

[Sam startled a little when he felt her hands at his zipper, the naturally shy side rising a little as he pulled back a little to reach down and try to interfere.]

[She stopped, pulling back when he did. Her eyebrows shifted, uncertainty crossing her face.]

[Sam shifted a little but smiled up at her.]

It's, uh, it's just been a while is all.

[T'Pol tilted her head slightly, arching one eyebrow. If she was human, she'd be smirking.] Since Kissing Town. [She leaned in, kissing him lightly.] I apologize.

[Sam nodded and with his free hand reached down to undo his own zipper and belt.]

It's alright.

[He leaned up again toward her with a grin.]

[Her eyebrow quirked in that sort of smile, and she ran her hand over his side and stomach.] Good. [T'Pol brushed her lips over his as he leaned up.]

(ooc: Fade to black?)

[Sam pressed his lips more firmly over hers as his hands worked at the buttons of his flannel shirt. Okay, so maybe this was better than the compass.]

[The best gifts come in parts; the compass was just part one.]

(((Fade to black!)))

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