AUTHOR: MikeJoe ( "mailto:mikejoe@odyssey.net" )
SYNOPSIS: Harper is having nightmares; Rommie tries to help
RATING: NC-17
DISCLAIMER: GRA is owned by Tribune; I am doing this in
the hopes Mary will let me out of her dungeon. I want to see the sun ...
:)
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"Fuck me, Harper!" Rommie says. "Fuck me good!"
Naked and on top of the beautiful android with her legs wrapped around his waist, Harper puts his entire body into his thrusts, pounding her harder and faster. Her pussy is getting hotter by the second and feels better than he'd ever dreamed.
"Yes, Harper," Rommie says, eyes closed. "C'mon boy, fuck your Rom Doll."
Harper groans as he feels himself reach the climax, then cries out as he comes, hard ....
.... and then looks down to see Rommie has vanished, his cum in a puddle in front of him.
Harper hears noise to his left. He turns to see Rommie on all fours, Dylan fucking her from behind while she eats Molly; Molly is eating Trance, and the gold woman, in turn, is eating Beka, who is sucking Tyr's dick.
But there is no one for Harper.
Tyr lazily looks at Harper. "Don't you have work to do, boy?"
"Yeah, Harper," Dylan says. "What, you don't expect to fuck somebody, do you?"
"Uh, no," Harper says. "I'll get right on it, Boss." He scoops up his tools; they are oversized and he has trouble keeping them in his arms as he goes out the hatch .....
.... and finds himself not on the Andromeda but on Earth, in Bunker Hill. He lets the tools drop to his feet and looks up, to see the Andromeda peal off into the sky ... leaving him behind.
Harper starts running after it. "No," he shouts. "No --- "
"---No!" Harper shouted, sitting up in bed. It took him a moment to realize where he was, in his bed in Machine Shop 17, which also doubled as his quarters.
"Harper?" One of Andromeda's hologram materialized next to him. "Are you all right? I detected elevated pulse and breathing."
Harper screwed on a smile. "'Course. I was dreaming about you, Rom Doll."
Rommie's eyes flicked down to Harper's cum-stained shorts. "I can see that. But other biometrics show it wasn't a pleasant dream -- "
"Rommie. I'm fine. When I wanna be psychoanalyzed, I'll let you know. Now, could you engage privacy mode and let me go back to sleep?"
"Ok .... but please, I'm worried about you. If you want to talk or need anything, let me know. Privacy mode engaged." The hologram vanished.
"Yeah, right," Harper said, flopping down on the bed.
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"C'mon, play nice," Harper said, tabbing his pad. The fire control subprocessor did not obey, still refusing to work.
"Missile tubes one through forty fully loaded," Rommie said as she crawled through the conduit's entrance. "Reserves fully stockpiled. Ahhhh, it's been a good day." She flopped to the conduit floor behind Harper like a marionette with the strings cut.
"Glad someone's having fun," Harper said.
"Harper, I have wanted a day like this, to build missiles and tweak fire control in peace, for I-don't-know-how long."
"Liar; you know."
"You're right, I do, but that's no reason to be combative. I certainly don't feel that way myself."
"I'm sorry."
"You're forgiven." She reached up and began to kneed Harper's shoulders.
"Oh, maaaaannnnnn .... " Harper said. "Damn ..... Whatever I did, let me know so I can get more of this."
"I'm just in a good mood and feel like sharing the wealth. So, what's your problem?"
"Huh? Ohhh ... uhhhhh, c'mon brain, work .... this fire control subprocessor. I think all shit we've been through has fried it."
"Yuck."
"You're telling me."
"Well, there could be any number of problems. I'll run a diagnostic of the local IS network; hopefully it's just a minor glitch."
"Nnnnnnn ... you'd better, Rommie, 'cause I can't. Rrrrrrrr ... oh, man that feels good."
"Diagnostic underway." She stopped rubbing. "Ok, come here."
"What?"
"Come here; lie down." Rommie tugged on Harper's shoulders and guided him into her arms, his head resting on her chest, as she leaned back against the conduit wall and rubbed his back and his neck.
"Oh, man." Harper felt like he was melting. He'd never been a big one for backrubs or cuddling, but Rommie was changing that with each passing second. He slipped his hands under the small of her back and held her tight.
"I think he likes it," Rommie said.
"Oh, yeah," Harper said. "Jeez, Rommie, this is -- "
"No trouble, Harper, and no charge. You've earned it."
"Nnnnnnn." Harper's eyes closed; under Rommie's ministrations, his breathing got heavy and slow.
"Want to talk about them?" she prodded.
"What?"
"Your nightmares."
"What nightmares?"
"Harper, please don't shut me out. You've had dreams that seem to be as disturbing as they are sexual. That's not healthy; please, I want to help you."
Harper half sat up in her arms and looked into the blue-haired android's deep brown eyes. "Is that the real reason you came down here?"
"It's one motivator, yes."
"Any other reasons?"
"Just to be with you. C'mon ... " She tugged; Harper settled back down onto her chest.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," Rommie said, "but I'm very worried and I want to help."
"What's to worry about?" he said, almost sleepily. "They're just dreams."
"You had nightmares as bad if not worse when the Magog infected you, and you tried to kill yourself."
"You're afraid I'll try that again?"
"Yes."
"Naw, Rommie, it's not like that."
"Then what is it? Please. You can tell me. After all we've been through together, you can tell me anything. It will stay between us."
"It's kinda personal ..... "
"Please," she whispered.
Harper hesitated. He didn't want to tell her ..... and he did.
"Last night, I dreamed I was fucking you," Harper said.
Rommie smiled slightly. "No surprises there."
"But just when I came, you vanished -- and then Dylan and Tyr were there and they were .... well, fucking everybody -- you, Trance, Beka, Molly -- and they shooed me away." He felt embarrassed.
Rommie lay there, eyes closed, gently carressing Harper for a few moments.
"Have you ever read the Pax Magellanic's service record?" Rommie asked at length.
"No," Harper said.
"Back in the day, she was magnificent," Rommie said. "Her missions were almost the stuff of legends. And her captains -- up until the last one, of course -- were the cream of the crop, and not one of them didn't become a commodore or an admiral after completing a tour on her. Pax was called the 'golden step to greatness' and her crew were the finest in the fleet. Do you know what Dylan and I were next to that? A joke."
"What!? C'mon, Rommie -- "
"It's true! It was no secret that Dylan was seeing Admiral Stark's niece; do I have to tell you what people were saying about that? And Dylan's history as a fast-talking loud-mouth didn't help."
"Dylan? You gotta be shittn' me!"
"I shit you not. In his younger days, he was his time's Seamus Harper. There was never any conclusive truth that he'd slept with Admiral Stark, of course, but there was still plenty of talk. And me .... "
"You can't tell me you slept your way to the top."
"No, but I was the workhorse of the Argosy Special Operations Service; they used to call me Stark's Mule or 'Eyor Ascendant.' Most of my missions were get in, support some black ops, and get out. Not 'real' missions. But it was that or be decommissioned .... "
"DECOMMISSIONED!? Why?"
"Because some bean counters in the conclave didn't see the need for another Glorious Heritage class cruiser, so Admiral Stark appropriated me and gave me a raison d'etre as her 'mule.' And to top it all off, why did Dylan and I get frozen in time? Because one of his plans went wrong. The reason you are here, Harper, is because we blew it.
"And as for Tyr .... I believe most Nietzscheans turn their nose up at him because his pride was destroyed. In other words, he's had the word 'loser' plastered to his forehead for twenty years by his own people. No matter what he does, he has to overcome that."
"And I guess the point of all this is ..... ?"
"Not to judge yourself by others. Look at what you have done Harper: Single-handedly keep a High Guard cruiser in good order for almost two years with only the ship's A. I. for help. That's supposed to be impossible. I can name fifty engineers, including my own designers, who would tell you that to your face (if they were alive), but you've done it. Do you think Tyr could have done it? He has the stamina, but your ingenuity? Not as far as I can tell. And Dylan was trained in all my major systems, but could he have rebuilt Command the way we did? You know, he's still talking about it."
"No."
"Yes. Every time he stands a watch alone, I hear something about it. 'How do they do things like this?' He's very impressed with what you can do, Harper."
"Well, Rommie, there's a little more to 'adequacy' than that."
"Only because at this time, Dylan has a ...... human partner, and you do not."
"You're beautiful when you're jealous."
"The point is, Harper, just because you haven't paired so far doesn't mean you won't."
"Yeah? Well, when I 'pair,' will you be jealous of me, Rommie?"
"I don't see why I should be, Harper. As long as your hypothetical human partner allows you to worship me and fix me as you always have without a word of complaint, I don't see any reason for anyone to be jealous."
Harper smiled. "I love you, Rommie." He fell asleep in
Rommie's arms a few moments later. And this time, he didn't have any bad
dreams.
THE END