I was thinking about my Holiday fic gift last year,
Shakaik from Mistress Euclid. The triad of Tucker/T'Pol/Hoshi intrigues me still, so I decided to revisit them. Thank you Mistress E. for all the inspiration.
Consorts
“I believe Charles has exhausted himself,” T’Pol purred.
“The surgeon advised him to rest a few more days, but nothing short of throwing Charles in the brig would keep him out of our bed.”
“Indeed. While his face looks agreeable, I believe he missed our company this past week.”
Laughing, Hoshi ran a gentle hand across his back. “He did appear to be starved for our affection tonight.”
“We are fortunate to be your consorts, Empress,” T’Pol said with conviction.
Hoshi smiled, “I am the fortunate one, T’Pol. I will build an invincible empire with you two at my side.”
