THE LOGICAL COURSE OF BEHAVIOUR

Ensign Hoshi Sato sat at the communications console bored out of her skull.

The Enterprise had been conducting surveys of a red giant/ blue dwarf binary system for over three days now after Sub Commander T'Pol had reported "unusual signals" from it almost a week ago. Despite almost four days of travel to get there and their best efforts of checking, the readings hadn't returned, however T'Pol had persuaded Captain Archer to stay around in case they re-surfaced.

So they'd sat here, light years from anywhere and anyone and there were no transmissions of any sort to report. She'd run all the diagnostics she could, scanned every channel forwards, backwards and sideways and now she was slowly going nuts.

The Captain and most of the officers were off the bridge, there was just her, the Ensign at the conn and T'Pol sitting in the Captain's chair running through the reams of useless data.

The worst part of it, though, was that not only was she bored to tears, she was feeling as horny as hell, there were five hours to the end of her shift and even then, being the only gay female on the ship, she still wasn't going to get any real relief.

She'd found this out soon enough, there were so few female crew on the Enterprise that it hadn't taken long to discover that none of them shared her interests, they were all as straight as if someone had shoved a broom stick up their backsides.

It was a hell of a shame, because some of them were pretty sexy, but the worst thing of all was that the one she fancied most was T'Pol who acted as frigid as a side of beef from the ship's meat locker.

Thinking of her, Hoshi sneaked a glance sideways. T'Pol was wearing her usual outfit that made her breasts look so touchable and she fantasised about slipping her hand into the jacket and caressing that full bosom and having T'Pol touch her too.

Carried away by her reverie, she didn't realise she was holding her breath until she let it out with a gasp that was half a moan. Guiltily she looked around to see T'Pol staring straight at her.

"Is there a problem Ensign?"

"What? Oh, no. No problem Sub Commander," she stumbled. Ensign Mayweather at the helm glanced at her and the Sub Commander then shrugged and looked back to his controls. Hoshi prayed that neither of them had noticed the blush on her cheeks.

At that moment there was a beep from the communications console. Startled, Hoshi stared as it beeped again.

"Sub Commander! I've got that signal. I'll try to lock it down."

T'Pol got up from the chair and came up behind her, leaning down to look at the console. Just for a moment, as she did so, Hoshi felt her breast press against her shoulder and she tried to control the wave of feeling that ran through her.

"Please show me what you have" said T'Pol, entirely unconscious of the double meaning that ran through the Ensign's mind.

Hoshi pointed to a location on her screen. "It's coming from the large planet around the system's primary."

"Curious. We have scanned that planet but we found nothing." She stood up. "T'Pol to Captain Archer."

"Archer here."

"We have relocated the signal and discovered its source on the planet orbiting the primary sun. With your permission I would like to take a Shuttle Pod and Ensign Sato to investigate it. It should take around six hours."

"Ok, mission approved. Archer out."

Oh god, Hoshi thought, I'm going to be sat in a shuttle pod with the woman of my dreams for most of six hours.

"Ensign? Are you coming?"

"Yes, Sub Commander." If you only knew!

Part 2

Ensign Hoshi Sato and Sub Commander T'Pol entered the Shuttle Pod and, after the usual pre-flight checks, undocked from the Enterprise.

T'Pol tapped out a series of commands. "I estimate the journey time to be two hours twenty seven minutes. We should spend not more than an hour on the surface so we should be back within six hours."

"Hang on, Sub Commander, why did you say we should spend not more than an hour on the surface?"

"The planet has a high surface temperature and a corrosive atmosphere. Our environment suits have a good three hours safety margin, however we should not take any unnecessary risks."

"You didn't say we'd need environment suits!"

"I would have thought that would have been obvious given the conditions." Hoshi didn't say anything, but she hadn't paid attention to the survey.

"In any case," T'Pol continued, "the high surface gravity will no doubt become uncomfortable for you after more than an hour."

"What?! How high?"

"Approximately 1.7 times Earth standard."

Oh great! Hoshi thought. An hour stuck inside a damned environment suit weighing twice as much as I should. Why the hell didn't I pay attention? I could have got out of this if I'd said something before.

T'Pol glanced over at her. "Do you have a problem with this mission Ensign?"

"Umm, no Sub Commander." Damn, if she said anything now T'Pol might put a report into her record and that could screw up her future career.

Quietly fuming at herself she resolved to keep quiet until they landed.

Two hours later they were finally approaching the planet and T'Pol put them on a landing trajectory. As they descended through the atmosphere Hoshi noticed that the inside of the pod was getting warmer and said so.

"Yes, Ensign, it appears that the temperature control system is not working as well as it should, however I don't believe it will be hazardous. I will mention this to Commander Tucker on our return."

By the time they reached the surface the temperature inside made the Pod feel like a sauna and Hoshi was sweating profusely. Even T'Pol looked warmer than she would have liked.

"It seems that the temperature is manageable," T'Pol commented, "However I believe it would be sensible to divest ourselves of some clothing." So saying she started to strip in an un-selfconscious manner. Hoshi tried not to stare and concentrated on getting rid of her outer clothes, struggling against the heavy gravity.

Soon they were both down to their regulation Star Fleet blue undergarments and Hoshi was acutely aware that T'Pol's sweat was soaking through and causing her underwear to cling to her body.

"Would you please get the environment suits out, Ensign?"

"Oh, um, yes, sure," said Hoshi. She started to hand a suit to T'Pol when the ground suddenly shook, throwing T'pol towards the bulkhead. Without thinking Hoshi grabbed for the Vulcan and managed to cushion the impact at the cost of feeling a wrench in her shoulder.

T'Pol waited until the movement had subsided then said "Thank you for your quick reactions, I could have been seriously hurt." She paused and then said "I believe we're safe now, you can let go." Hoshi suddenly realised that she still had her arms around the other woman and rapidly let go, wincing at the pain in her shoulder."

Sorry, Sub Commander, it just sort of caught me out a bit."

"That is all right. I will check to ensure there will be no more tremors". T'Pol turned and bent over to reach the console leaving Hoshi staring right at her tight butt.

"Ah, it appears the ground gave way slightly but there is no more danger now. We should carry on with the mission." She stood and Hoshi quickly tore her eyes away from the sexy sight.

A short while later they were out on the surface, slogging along in the heavy suits, feeling like another person was sitting on their shoulders. T'Pol looked at her scanner and said "I believe the source of the signal is just over that ridge line". Hoshi looked where she was pointing and groaned. The ridge was probably almost a kilometre away and it would feel a lot more than that in this gravity.

Irritated and frustrated she followed the Sub Commander realising that, despite the gravity and the encounter suits being as sexy as a brick, somehow T'Pol's movements were still graceful and attractive.

Hoshi decided to have some fun and keyed the controls to the suit's communicator circuits, switching them to receive only. "Can you hear me, Sub Commander?" There was no reply.

"I said can you hear me, Sub Commander frigid bitch? Are your tits as pointy as your ears? What about your pussy? Is it as tight as your ass looks? You know what you need? You need a couple of fingers up your cunt and a good tongue on your clit, that would take some of the starch out of your panties.

"Or maybe underneath that tough exterior you're really submissive and you'd like me to tie you to a bed while I sit on your face and make you lick me until I come. I bet I could crack that Vulcan reserve and have you screaming with pleasure if I got the chance. Is that it? Is that what you'd like you bitch?"

"Yes, that's it."

Hoshi gasped with shock and horror until she realised that T'Pol had reached the ridge line and was looking at her scanner. "Yes, that's the cause".

Almost sobbing with relief that she hadn't been over-heard, she switched the communicator back on. "What is it?"

T'Pol beckoned her to the ridge and Hoshi looked down to see an almost perfect paraboloid shape carved out of the ground and lined with shimmering crystals.

"The depression was caused by an asteroid impact. The crystals have a curious electrolytic property and, when the blue dwarf sun is in the correct position the intense radiation causes them to emit natural signals which are focussed by the crater. We must have been in exactly the right position to pick them up."

Hoshi sagged down. "So you mean that all of this has been a wild goose chase? We've dragged ourselves all the way here for nothing?"

"It appears that, yes, to use your idiom, this has been a 'wild goose chase'. However it is still an interesting phenomenon. In any case, I have all the readings I need so it is time we returned to the Shuttle Pod."

Without another word the Vulcan turned and headed back down the slope. Hoshi trailed after her, thinking she'd like to paddle that tight butt until T'Pol was very, very sorry!

Part 3

Finally Sub Commander T'Pol and Ensign Hoshi Sato reached the Pod and Hoshi was glad to start getting out of the suit, but as she lifted her arm she yelped.

"What is wrong, Ensign?"

"When I caught you I wrenched my shoulder and it's hurting and for that matter the gravity makes me feel like I've been run over by a road roller."

"I am sorry. When we have taken off I will help you. Also I think it will be better for the systems if we allow the temperature to return to normal slowly, so it would be advisable to remain dressed as we are until then." Both T'Pol and Hoshi were soaked with sweat and their blue Star Fleet underwear clung to every curve of their bodies as Hoshi tried not to stare at her companion.

T'Pol set the controls for an automatic take off and return and engaged the sequence, then got up and moved to sit in one of the jump seats in the rear of the Pod.

"Please come and sit in front of me, Ensign." Hoshi did what she was told, then sighed as T'Pol's strong and sensitive fingers gently massaged the sore muscles.

"Oh god that feels good! I just wish my legs didn't ache so much."

"Would you like me to massage them too?"

"Yes! I mean, sure, if you don't mind, that is."

"No, I don't mind. Just a moment." She reached into the survival gear locker and pulled out a thin padded mattress, laying it on the floor. "Please lie down."

Hoshi lay on the deck which, even though it was set at normal gravity felt so much less after the planet and enjoyed the feeling of T'Pol's hands working on her calves and thighs. Almost unconsciously she parted her legs slightly.

The Vulcan woman continued to massage then said, hesitantly, "Ensign…"

Hoshi looked over her shoulder, she'd never heard T'Pol sound uncertain before. "What's up?"

"I am not entirely sure of human protocol in these matters, but, if I may, I wish to ask you what I believe you call a 'Personal Question."

"Oh. Well, sure, if you want, I suppose."

"As you may be aware, Vulcans have a strong sense of smell and we are also trained to observe the behaviour of others."

"Yes?" Uh oh…

"I have recently noticed that often, when in my presence, you appear to emit a higher than usual level of pheremones. Also you seem to be watching me when you think I am not looking. I've also observed, as now, that your blush response is triggered sometimes for a reason I cannot discern."

Oh god! She's noticed all that! What the hell do I say now?

T'Pol continued "From my studies of human behaviour, these signs often appear when humans are or are about to become sexually intimate. I wish to ask if you have sexual feelings towards me."

Oh shit! I'm screwed. Hoshi thought. She looked up at T'Pol.

"Umm, look, Sub Commander, I'm sorry if you think that. It's not like that. I mean it's just a misunderstanding ok? I don't mean any offence or anything."

"Ensign Sato. I am not offended by your sexual preferences, I am aware that some humans prefer same-sex relationships, indeed the same is true of some Vulcans albeit somewhat different in our case. However would I be correct in believing that none of the other female crew members on Enterprise share your preference?"

"Well, no. They don't."

"Ah, I see. I presume then, that your sexual arousal combined with your lack of a partner is causing you some frustration and that masturbation is not a satisfactory way of relieving these tensions?"

Hoshi's eyes widened. "Well, I wouldn't put it quite as bluntly as that!"

"No, I have noticed that humans are reticent when discussing such matters and often find them embarrassing, however since I am not human and do not experience emotions it is not logical for you to be embarrassed is it?"

"You mean apart from you being a senior officer?"

"Ah, yes, there is that factor. Perhaps it would be best that we continue this discussion as if we are simply two females? I understand that human women do this. If so, for the purposes of this conversation please feel free to call me T'Pol instead of Sub Commander and I will call you Hoshi if that is acceptable."

"Err, ok. I suppose so. This might take a little getting used to, though!"

"Of course, Hoshi. Now, please tell me about your sexual desires."

Hoshi laughed and shook her head. "God, Sub… I mean T'Pol, sometimes that logical approach is a bit overwhelming! I mean just 'tell me about your sexual desires'! It's not what most women would ask."

"I am sorry, I withdraw the question."

"No, it's all right. I suppose it does help to avoid all the beating around the bush that people usually have to deal with. Actually," she giggled, "I remember one guy whose approach was to go up to a woman at a club and just say 'fancy some quick sex?'! Ok, he sometimes got slapped in the face, but other times the woman was so amazed that he didn't waste time on the usual bullshit that she'd say yes!"

"I see, so whilst it is usually expected that one observes the correct social rituals, there are times when they may be circumvented?"

"Well, sort of, yes."

"So my question did this and you were taken aback, yet from your comment afterwards, you were not offended."

"I suppose so."

"Ah, good. So, may I hear your answer?"

"Umm. Ok. I'll try to explain, but just listen and don't interrupt, please?"

"Very well."

"Right." Hoshi paused to collect her thoughts then took a deep breath. "Look. I'm gay, ok? I've tried guys, but they've never done it for me. Even the ones that have done their best to be considerate and kind just can't cut it. I don't know why, it's just the way I am. The Doctor could probably explain or come up with some medical reason or psychobabble but I'm not interested. I am like this and that's all.

"Now this is still going to be embarrassing to me, even if not to you. I don't know why, but I find you incredibly sexy. You're beautiful, you've got a great body, yet you're such an Ice Queen and you seem totally untouchable and for some reason that makes you even more attractive.

"Yes, you're right, I've been looking at you and I'm sorry. I didn't realise that you'd noticed. You're probably right about the pheremones, you turn me on and when you were massaging me I was getting as wet as hell. You were also right about there being nobody else for me on the Enterprise. I've been horny as anything practically since we left Earth and now I've told you all this I don't know what to say next," she looked away, blushing again.

"Do you find your sexual desires distract you from your work?" T'Pol asked.

"What? Oh, well, yes, I suppose they do."

"I see. And could this cause the quality of your work to decline?"

"Hey, hang on! I didn't tell you that so you could put in a bad report on me!"

"Do not worry. That is not my intention. Please answer the question, could this cause the quality of your work to decline?"

"Well, damnit, yes!"

"And if you had a way of obtaining relief from your sexual tension you would not get distracted?"

"I suppose so, but, look, I know you Vulcans meditate to suppress your feelings, but that's just not my style and I'm not going to go to the Doctor to ask him for some bromide!"

"Bromide?"

"It was supposed to suppress sexual urges. Never mind, I'm not doing that."

"Of course not. Therefore may I ask you another personal question?"

"Sure, shoot."

"Please will you tell me how you like to be sexually stimulated by another woman so I may do it to you?"

"WHAT?!"

"I have a duty to ensure that the crew operates at peak efficiency. Since, as you have said, your lack of a sexual partner is resulting in frustration which is causing you to become distracted from your work, and since you do not want medical or meditational methods of relief, as you find me desirable the logical course would be that I offer you my services as a surrogate partner in order to give you the release you crave and I hope you will find my offer acceptable."

"Jesus, T'Pol! Remember what I said about that logical approach being overpowering?!"

"I am sorry, I appear to have given offence. Your human behavioural conventions are still somewhat confusing. I had hoped to offer an optimal solution to your difficulty, however I believe I have made a mistake."

"No. I mean, well, it's just like that guy I told you about, you sort of caught me off guard. I didn't expect you to say anything like that!"

"I am sorry. I hope you don't wish to slap my face."

Hoshi laughed. "No! Well, not unless you like that sort of thing!"

"Excuse me?"

"I'll explain later, maybe."

"As you wish. Do you want to proceed?"

"You're serious? You really mean it?"

"Of course, otherwise I would not have said it."

"Oh god, T'Pol! You don't know what this means to me."

"No, I do not believe I do, however perhaps I will come to understand later. In any case, please tell me what you wish me to do. Should we remove our clothing?"

Part 4

Hoshi Sato looked at T'Pol, almost unable to believe that her greatest fantasies were about to be fulfilled. She began to speak, then hesitated.

"Hoshi? Is there a problem? Would it not facilitate my pleasuring you for us to remove our clothing?"

"Well, yes, but we don't usually jump straight into the middle of things like that! There's such a thing as foreplay, you know."

"Actually I am not particularly versed in human sexual practices, so, no, I do not know about this foreplay you refer to."

"Oh, god, of course. It was silly of me to think so. Ok, look, what we tend to do is start with some gentle kissing and touching to sort of get familiar. It also eases us into the action and gets us turned on."

"Ah, I understand. It is like warming up before exercise."

Hoshi smiled. "I would never have thought of it that way, but, yes, I suppose that's one way of putting it."

"Very well, since this is your area of expertise, may I suggest that you initiate the actions and I emulate what you do?"

"Umm, ok, yes sure." She turned on her side slightly, "I think it would be easier if you were to lie next to me."

She watched as T'Pol eased herself down onto the mattress and gazed into her eyes, savouring the moment, then gently reached out and pulled T'Pol's face to her, kissing her gently on the lips. "God, T'Pol," she murmured, "you've got no idea how long I've wanted to do that."

"Was it pleasurable for you?"

"Yes! God, yes!"

"Then please continue."

Hoshi drew T'Pol towards her again and kissed her once and once more, then, emboldened, let her tongue slide out and lick over the Vulcan woman's lips. She saw her eyebrows raise, but obligingly T'Pol's tongue responded in kind. Hoshi parted her teeth and when the woman of her dreams emulated the action, she slipped her tongue right into her partner's mouth.

In her mind she thought that if anyone had told her this morning that she'd be French kissing the Sub Commander, she'd have said they were out of their mind!

Hoshi's hand caressed the back of T'pol's neck, then slid slowly down to stroke her back. Sliding it back up, she drew it around to the front and gently cupped one of T'Pol's full breasts, stroking and kneading it before gently tweaking the nipple. Interestingly she realised that whilst Vulcans suppressed their emotions, they still had some physical responses that were beyond their control because the nipple grew hard under her fingers.

She'd forgotten that Vulcans were stronger than humans because when T'Pol copied the action the pressure was much greater and drew a gasp from her.

"I'm sorry, Hoshi, did I hurt you?"

"No. Well, only a bit, but it was a nice hurt!"

"A nice hurt? I am not sure I understand."

"Don't worry, I'll explain later, just remember that we're a little more delicate than you, but you may be able to do it a bit harder in a bit."

Her hand returned to T'Pol's breast, then slid gently down to cup her firm butt. She pulled the Vulcan woman's body closer to hers and slid her leg between her partner's thighs. When T'pol responded, Hoshi began to gently hump her crotch against the other woman's thigh.

All the while they had been exchanging kisses, but at last Hoshi drew back slightly. "I think this is the bit where we take our clothes off" she whispered.

"Very well, do we remove our own clothes or the other person's?"

"I think the others" Hoshi giggled. "I've wanted to get your clothes off for ages!" She sat up slightly and gently began to raise T'Pol's top. As it cleared her breasts Hoshi gasped at the sight of them. "Oh T'Pol! Your breasts are even more beautiful that I imagined! I've got to suck them!" She leaned forward and eagerly pressed her mouth to the pointed nipples, sucking and licking them as her hand caressed the pliant flesh, uttering small moans of delight.

Eventually she pulled back and took the top off all the way, then reached down to gently tug off the shorts. Eagerly she gazed at the Vulcan woman's crotch, noting that she appeared to be naturally hairless, but that the structures seemed to be very similar to her own.

Quickly she raised her arms to allow T'Pol to remove her top and then lay back and pushed her hips up to allow her shorts to be removed. T'Pol, she noticed was also looking between her legs.

"It is curious," T'Pol remarked, "that your genital area and mine are so similar, just as many other bodily areas are comparable."

"Yes, I suppose it is, I wonder why?"

"I have heard some Vulcan scientists speculate that there was, somehow, some sort of common ancestry between many species, although they are at a loss to explain how it occurred. In any case, that is not important now. Would you like me to touch you between the legs? I understand that is a sensitive area for a human woman."

"Oh please T'Pol, yes!" Hoshi spread her legs and lay back, luxuriating in the feelings of the Vulcan's strong fingers roving over her intimate parts.

"That's nice, yes, stroke your fingers over the lips. Mmm! Now let your finger slip between them. Oh god, yes! You're making me so wet!! Now come up a bit and... Ahhhh!!! No! Don't stop, I'm fine, that's my clitoris, please do that again!"

As she instructed T'Pol the beautiful Vulcan woman caressed her in ways that she'd dreamed about but never thought to hope she could enjoy for real.

"Put your finger inside again and let your thumb rub my clit! Ohhh, god T'Pol, that's so good! Keep doing it. Keep doing it until I say stop!! Yes! Yessss!! YESSS!!"

Hips bucking frantically, Hoshi Sato screamed with delight as wave after wave of orgasm crashed through her body until at last she collapsed back, utterly spent.

T'Pol lay back down beside her and Hoshi put her arms around the body of her dream woman, gently kissing her lips.

After a couple of minutes she got her breath back enough to speak. "T'Pol, thank you so much, that was absolutely wonderful, thank you."

"You are welcome, Hoshi. I hope this will help you be more efficient."

Hoshi smiled. "I think you can say that I won't be feeling frustrated for a while to come."

"Ah, that is a good point. Obviously the effects of this will wear off after a time and you may become distracted again which would not be desirable. Perhaps we should arrange a regular session to assist you. Would once a week be sufficient?"

Hoshi looked astonished. Once a week with T'Pol! Like that?! God this was beyond her wildest dreams! "Well, yes, I mean if you think it would be advisable. I mean it would be sensible, wouldn't it, after all we wouldn't want my efficiency to..." she broke off, realising she was starting to babble.

"Very well. Shall we say at 8pm on Tuesday each week from now on?"

"Yes, please. T'Pol!"

"Good. That is settled. Now we are only half an hour from the Enterprise, so I suggest we get ourselves cleaned up and dressed."

Epilogue

Captain Archer met the Sub-Commander and Ensign Sato in the pod bay.

"So, did you find out what was causing the signals?"

"Yes, Captain. I'll give you a full report on them tomorrow."

"Fine." He turned to Hoshi. "Pleasant trip, Ensign?"

"Oh, umm, yes, Sir. It was very, err, interesting.."

"Good, well I'll see you on the bridge tomorrow."

"And I will see you next week, Ensign" T'Pol said.

"Next week?" asked Archer.

God, T'Pol, Hoshi thought, don't say anything! She was relieved when T'Pol replied "I have been investigating relaxation techniques with Ensign Sato, we have decided to make it a regular session."

"That sounds like a good idea, I hope it helps."

Hoshi smiled as she walked back to her quarters. If only he knew!!