Author: Olivia V.
Fandom: Andromeda
Pairing: Harper/Rommie
Status: Complete
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Sure, but ask first by e-mail at oliviav@att.net
Feedback: Would love it, please.
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Just playing with them…
Summary: This is in response to a “plot bunny” of Maryavatar’s. It could be a response to challenge #13 as well. Either way, the idea is hers but the final piece is mine, so it’s my first collaboration.
Spoilers: None, could be placed anywhere in season two.
Harper hiccupped and swayed as he entered the Machine Shop at three in the morning, a bottle of brandy in his hand. Rommie watched, shaking her head sadly. In her opinion, Harper had been drinking way too much tonight at dinner. He always drank too much at dinner when everyone left him behind on supply runs like this. For the life of Rommie, she could not understand why the crew kept leaving him alone.
Rommie wanted to know exactly what her engineer was up to this time. The last time he got drunk she wound up running holodramas for forty eight hours straight. And they were Earth holodramas, hardly worth mentioning.
Harper wiped his face and approached a nearby communications port. He pulled out a cord and inserted one end into the port, the other end into the neural port on his neck. As he connected to Rommie’s mainframe, his face relaxed and he looked calm, even serene.
Rommie set up a protocol to isolate whatever he was doing within the mainframe into a partition so it wouldn’t affect her.
“Okay… turdbrain and stinky, let’s see if the old man can get Rommie to become putty in his hands for a few hours tomorrow.” Harper giggled like a maniac as he started coding.
Rommie pursed her lips and isolated the effects of whatever he was doing straight into the nearest two maintenance droids until she could study the program further. She watched as Harper stood unsteadily and pulled the cord out of his neck.
Heading for the door, he said “Nine tomorrow,” and left.
Rommie accessed the code for the program Harper had just
written, and as she read it her face slowly turned red.
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Harper awoke the next morning to find his head pounding and his stomach doing summersaults. Harper rubbed his stomach with one hand and his temple with the other.
“Oh, man. My head…”
“I have something for that if you want it.”
Harper opened one eye to the sound of Rommie’s voice. He saw one of the droids standing by his bed with a cup in her hand. Harper took the cup and downed the contents, wincing at its taste. “What the hell is in this?”
“It’s a painkiller and hangover remedy.” The droid rested her fingers on Harper’s thigh as she sat down on the bed next to him.
Okay, weirdness alert… “Rommie?”
“Harper, what did you do when you hacked into my mainframe last night, anyway? I seem to be feeling a bit… odd.” The droid’s fingers began to run along Harper’s thigh upward. They were cold to the touch.
Harper shivered despite the odd feeling and tried to think. Last night, what the hell did he do to Rommie last night? “Uh… Uh…”
“You know Harper, you’re kind of cute when you turn red like that.” The droid ran her hand under Harper’s shirt and caressed his chest. Harper shook his head in attempt to clear it and remembered the program he coded and installed.
Oh, shit. “Rommie? Listen to me, you have to shut down this maintenance droid.”
Rommie’s hologram appeared with a strange statement on her face. “I can’t do that, Seamus. You programmed a firewall that I am unable to access readily. I’ll be able to get around it but it will take several hours to regain full control.”
“SEVERAL HOURS???” Harper squeaked as the droid’s metallic hand slid back down his stomach and into his boxers. Harper tried to back up and out of the way, but the droid leaned across his legs to hold him in position.
The hologram nodded. “The good news is that whatever you programmed has been isolated and is only affecting the control to two of my maintenance droids. That, and seeing that everyone else is on a supply run right now…”
Harper involuntarily bucked as the droid stroked his cock. “Oh, God. Where…?”
“The other droid? Oh, she’s outside.”
Harper watched as the doors to his quarters opened and the other droid entered, carrying a tube and a force lance in her hands.
“ROMMIE!!!”
“I’m still trying to get past this firewall, Seamus. Um, could you turn over by the way?”
“What?” Harper looked almost panicked.
The hologram smiled almost shyly. “Well, you did say that you wanted to know what it might feel like with me. Don’t worry, I disabled the force lance and I promise, I’ll be gentle.”
Harper looked as if he wanted to cry. “But, but when I said that I meant with…”
The hologram frowned and turned her head. “But Harper, those droids are me.” The droids stopped what they were doing.
Shit… Harper took a deep breath. “Rommie, wait. I… I’m sorry.”
“No, I understand.” The droids began to back up. Harper grabbed one by the hand and looked at the hologram. He looked uncertain.
“Let’s talk about this a second, okay?” Harper watched the droid sit down and breathed a sigh of relief.
The hologram hugged herself. “Harper, what… what was the program affecting these droids designed to do?”
Harper turned red and hugged his knees to his chest. “I was drunk when I wrote it, but I think it was intended to get your avatar more attracted to me so we could, uh...”
“Oh. And you thought you needed a program for this.”
“Well…”
“Harper, I don’t want you to reprogram me in order to manipulate me.” Rommie didn’t sound angry; her tone was closer to tired. Harper saw the face on the hologram soften and she slowly smiled. “If… if I stopped trying to get past the firewall and let this program run even when I get past the firewall…”
Harper grinned and cut her off. “I’d kiss you if you had lips you know.”
The hologram turned and blinked. “You would?”
Harper couldn’t believe what he was saying. “Yeah, I think I would. In fact, I think you should have this droid lie down if you have some control over her.”
The hologram blushed. “Harper, that droid is not equipped for what I think you are thinking.”
“We’ll improvise.” Harper watched the droid lay on her back on the bed. As soon as she did, he stripped off his clothes and straddled her hips, looking at the hologram. For support he leaned on the droid’s chest. “Just don’t mention this to anyone, okay?”
“Alright.” Rommie tilted her head and her droid did the same, one hand brushing Harper’s thigh again. The droid watched Harper let out a breath at the feel of the metal hand on his thigh. “Harper, you know I won’t feel anything physically in this body or as the hologram…”
Harper nodded. “Next time, we’ll do something about that before we start, ok?”
The droid took his cock in her hand, stroking it slowly. Her other hand cupped his balls.
“God…” Harper began to move his hips, not taking his eyes off Rommie. The other droid moved closer and sat on the bed. Harper turned his head and smiled at it for a second, and kept moving his hips.
Harper gasped as two slicked up and cold fingers slid into his asshole. “I have got to find a way to warm up the temperature of the metal on these droids.”
Rommie’s hologram smiled. The droid under Harper quickened her stroking, adding a slight twist. Harper felt those fingers leave him, followed by the feel of something larger, probably that force lance, push in and hit his prostate.
Harper groaned and thrusted against the force lance the droid was using behind him, gasping and babbling something Rommie didn’t quite understand.
Rommie blushed as Harper looked at her. “I like the look on your face, by the way.” The droid behind Harper whispered as the one under him rubbed her thumb over the head of his cock, giving it another twist. After a couple of seconds, Harper locked his hips as he came.
Both Harper and Rommie’s hologram watched the beads of semen slide down and off of the droid’s abdomen. Harper was panting and tried to steady himself as he rolled off the droid and onto his back.
Rommie saw Harper wince. “Harper?”
Harper shifted uncomfortably. “That’s gonna sting in the morning.” He reached into the drawer of a nearby table and took out a cloth to wipe the droid’s stomach.
Rommie looked worried. “I was trying to be gentle.”
Harper smiled. “You were, Romdoll. It usually hurts a bit afterwards when you do that to a guy. No worries, it’s a good kind of hurt.”
“You’ve done something like this before?”
Harper nodded. “You’d uh, be surprised what I had to do
sometimes on Earth for a meal.” Harper closed his eyes and felt metal hands
caress his face and chest delicately. He began to purr.
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“Harper, stop fidgeting. They are going to notice.” The avatar looked uncharacteristically amused as she stared at Harper. She felt bad for him, actually. Yesterday must have made him really sore…
“But it hurts, Rommie. I told you this would happen.”
“Yes, but I also told you I got past the firewall after your third time with the droids. We could have stopped then, you know.”
Harper shifted from one foot to the other. “And miss the opportunity while you were in the mood? I don’t think so.”
The two of them watched at the hatch to the Maru open and Dylan and the rest of the crew came out. Harper kept right on fidgeting.
Dylan looked at Harper. “Something wrong, Mr. Harper?”
Harper blushed, so Rommie answered for him. “Harper had an accident yesterday in engineering and broke his tailbone. I injected him with nanobots to speed the healing but he will be unable to sit comfortably for several days.”
Beka turned to Harper. “You alright?”
Harper turned even redder. “It’s just my pride. I’ll be okay.”
Dylan shrugged. “In that case you two can have the rest of the day off if everything else is completed. Watch out for him today Rommie.”
Rommie nodded. “Everything is in order, sir. And I’ll make sure Harper gets plenty of bed rest.”
The two of them watched as Dylan and Beka walked off along with the rest of the crew. Once they left, Harper turned to Rommie. “You lied about what happened.”
Rommie smiled and put her arm around Harper’s shoulder. “And get us both in trouble if I told him the truth? Oh, I think you suffered enough punishment for one day. I really am sorry you are so uncomfortable.”
“I’ll live. I just have to figure out how I’m going to sleep until the soreness goes away.”
Rommie tilted her head and swatted Harper’s ass. “On your stomach I suppose. Now, let’s get you to bed.”
Harper yelped, then chuckled. “Aren’t you ever satisfied?”
“Not really.”
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