TKLVR181
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Intro to a little diddy I'm working on...set on Romulus, yes, it's a Trekfic. Get used to it.
Those who would be offended by a Vulcan woman laughing from semi-torturous tickling by a Romulan won't want to read past the intro😛
~K
T’len stepped out of the shuttle onto Romulus. It had taken her a long time to get away from Vulcan, and she hadn’t departed happily. Her family had disowned her for her choice in a lover; a Romulan.
There was nothing illogical about her choice; he was a Romulan, an offshoot of the Vulcans. They were perfectly compatible, biologically.
And also spiritually. He was no warrior; he was a member of the artisan caste in a small village in the far south of Romulus. He believed in peace just as strongly as she did…they varied in one small way; she was learning he was right.
Holding back certain emotions did not help society. True, rage, jealousy, and fear in some cases were best when dealt with privately. But he had taught her that happiness shouldn’t necessarily be treated the same way.
Of course, T’len, being a Vulcan, had a very difficult time with this concept at first. But she was learning that a smile, a hug, even a small laugh was good for her. Even Vulcan bodies use serration—laugher boosts this and other natural and vital chemicals in the brain.
Even knowing this, he had been hard pressed over the last several months to elicit so much as a giggle from her. He had told her that when she came today, to live with him permanently, he would find a way to help T’len change that.
T’len stepped into the small house. There was a note on the table written in Vulcan; translated, “Come into the basement and be ready to laugh. ~Taev”
She smiled inwardly; “Taev”, her new fiancé’s name, translated literally into Common Tongue meant “Humor”…it is rare indeed to find a Romulan with that name. She found her way to a door with stairs leading downward.
She crept quietly down the stairs, hoping to catch Taev by surprise—one of her favorite emotions. Several times in the past months she had snuck up behind and scared him…he always responded the same way, a quick chuckle and then “That sense of humor is going to get you into trouble one day, T’len!”
To her dismay, he was nowhere to be found. She walked slowly around the room…it was strange. There was a set of handcuffs dangling from one rafter—which was in total contrast to the rest of the room.
The walls were light, baby blue—sharp contrast to the usual drab brown of Romulan or Vulcan homes. Indeed, it was in contrast to the rest of the house, the usual brown/gray. The floor was thickly coated with carpeting—also different than most homes on either Romulus or Vulcan, and different than the rest of his house. The room was well lit, giving it a very warm, homey feel. T’len found she liked it. There was plenty of comfortable looking furniture, two couches, three armchairs, and a long table around them, with a holovision set up on one wall where if there were people sitting in all seats, everyone could see it. She was impressed with the amount of work that had gone into making this room seem comfortable. She decided to give the cuffs a closer look.
Suddenly a hand grabbed both of her wrists and pulled them above her head, snapping the cuffs in place. Another hand wrapped around her face, making it impossible for her to be heard.
She screamed anyway, trying to bite her attacker’s hand. She wasn’t sure who could gain access to this room without Taev knowing about it.
Her attacker chuckled. “My dear T’len…I told you to be ready to laugh!”
…To be Continued…
Those who would be offended by a Vulcan woman laughing from semi-torturous tickling by a Romulan won't want to read past the intro😛
~K
T’len stepped out of the shuttle onto Romulus. It had taken her a long time to get away from Vulcan, and she hadn’t departed happily. Her family had disowned her for her choice in a lover; a Romulan.
There was nothing illogical about her choice; he was a Romulan, an offshoot of the Vulcans. They were perfectly compatible, biologically.
And also spiritually. He was no warrior; he was a member of the artisan caste in a small village in the far south of Romulus. He believed in peace just as strongly as she did…they varied in one small way; she was learning he was right.
Holding back certain emotions did not help society. True, rage, jealousy, and fear in some cases were best when dealt with privately. But he had taught her that happiness shouldn’t necessarily be treated the same way.
Of course, T’len, being a Vulcan, had a very difficult time with this concept at first. But she was learning that a smile, a hug, even a small laugh was good for her. Even Vulcan bodies use serration—laugher boosts this and other natural and vital chemicals in the brain.
Even knowing this, he had been hard pressed over the last several months to elicit so much as a giggle from her. He had told her that when she came today, to live with him permanently, he would find a way to help T’len change that.
T’len stepped into the small house. There was a note on the table written in Vulcan; translated, “Come into the basement and be ready to laugh. ~Taev”
She smiled inwardly; “Taev”, her new fiancé’s name, translated literally into Common Tongue meant “Humor”…it is rare indeed to find a Romulan with that name. She found her way to a door with stairs leading downward.
She crept quietly down the stairs, hoping to catch Taev by surprise—one of her favorite emotions. Several times in the past months she had snuck up behind and scared him…he always responded the same way, a quick chuckle and then “That sense of humor is going to get you into trouble one day, T’len!”
To her dismay, he was nowhere to be found. She walked slowly around the room…it was strange. There was a set of handcuffs dangling from one rafter—which was in total contrast to the rest of the room.
The walls were light, baby blue—sharp contrast to the usual drab brown of Romulan or Vulcan homes. Indeed, it was in contrast to the rest of the house, the usual brown/gray. The floor was thickly coated with carpeting—also different than most homes on either Romulus or Vulcan, and different than the rest of his house. The room was well lit, giving it a very warm, homey feel. T’len found she liked it. There was plenty of comfortable looking furniture, two couches, three armchairs, and a long table around them, with a holovision set up on one wall where if there were people sitting in all seats, everyone could see it. She was impressed with the amount of work that had gone into making this room seem comfortable. She decided to give the cuffs a closer look.
Suddenly a hand grabbed both of her wrists and pulled them above her head, snapping the cuffs in place. Another hand wrapped around her face, making it impossible for her to be heard.
She screamed anyway, trying to bite her attacker’s hand. She wasn’t sure who could gain access to this room without Taev knowing about it.
Her attacker chuckled. “My dear T’len…I told you to be ready to laugh!”
…To be Continued…
