"You do realize what time it is, Master Harper?" Rev asked as Harper nearly bumped into him. Harper had been practically racing down the corridor.
"It's two in the morning the last time I checked. Why?" Harper replied, stopping and catching his breath.
"You must get plenty of sleep. The larvae-"
"Turdbrain and the rest of the pack are just fine. I'll be done in 20 minutes anyway. Just need to do something for Rommie," Harper explained impatiently.
"Is Andromeda well?" Rev asked with concern.
"She's fine. But she's gonna get pissed if I don't hurry. Night Rev."
Harper walked off quickly before Rev had a chance to reply. He reached the Machine Shop and headed straight towards the interface console.
"I'm here, Rom-doll. No need to worry," Harper said as he rushed to push the interfacing jack into his cerebral port.
The streaks of blue and white surrounded him as he entered Rommie's matrix, too rushed to enjoy the interfacing as he usually did.
"Rommie?" He glanced around for her, wondering why she had so urgently called him in the middle of the night to interface without explaining at all, just insisting that he hurry. He turned around completely and was shocked when he finally saw Rommie.
"My god, Rommie..." He gasped and reached over to pinch his arm.
"Harper, why are you pinching yourself?" An inquisitive look crossed Rommie's face. She towered over Harper in a shiny black vinyl catsuit with a low cut neckline that did not leave a single curve to the imagination.
"Since this doesn't seem to be one of those emergency now or never matters, I...I think I'd better get outta here before...uhhhhh...something happens." Harper had begun to exit when Rommie grabbed a hold onto his cyber self and prevented him from exiting her matrix.
"This is important, Harper. Do you like my new look?" Rommie asked.
"That's all you wanted me for?" he asked, his voice raising nearly an octave.
"I needed someone's opinion before I altered my avatar accordingly," she replied.
"Your avatar...in that..." His mind wandered, imagining the avatar strutting around the ship wearing that outfit that seemed to belong on a devastatingly gorgeous dominatrix from one of Harper's favorite movies, if you could call them that. Rommie suddenly replaced the main character in the film that it had reminded him of. He gulped, feeling his pants growing tighter at the mental images. "Rommie, I'll get back to you on that. I've really gotta go right now. It's urgent, y'know?"
"Oh, that kind of urgent," she said, a devilish grin spreading across her face.
Harper took a step back. "Did you...plan this?"
"Would I randomly select the outfit of one of the women from your pornographic movies, one that you've watched at least seventy-three times in the past year?"
Harper felt a blush beginning to creep across his face. "I thought I was in private mode..."
"I can by-pass privacy mode if I believe it is in the best interest of the crew or an illegal activity is occurring," she explained.
He took another step back, forcing his mind away from Rommie's appearance. "Watching me jerk off to porn is in my best interest? I don't even wanna think of what you watch Dylan and Tyr doing in 'their best interest.'"
She ignored his comment. "Stepping backwards won't accomplish anything."
Harper tried to exit her matrix for a second time, again to no avail. After the attempt, he discovered his legs below the knee had been frozen, practically turned into lead weights. "Hey! You aren't supposed to be able to do that! Let me go!"
She decreased her size to the equivalent of her avatar's and slowly stalked around an obviously nervous Harper. Sweat had began to bead on his brow. "Are you going to continue being a naughty boy?"
"No, I'll be good if you let me go," he stammered, straining his neck to see her behind him.
Rommie released one foot and then the other. She watched as Harper tried to exit her matrix for a third time and sighed. She locked him into place again and slowly approached him. "Playing hard to get?"
"Are you sure you don't have a virus, Rom-doll? We should really check it out before you do anything...drastic," he quickly said, trying to squirm out of her hold on his legs as her cyber form reached him.
"This will be much easier if you stop writhing. Don't you want me?" she asked in a sultry tone, tracing his lips with a single finger, eventually stopping to cover them, an indication she expected no response.
Rommie kissed an unresponding Harper. She traced his lips with her tongue and thrust it into his mouth. He did not encourage nor discourage her, simply was submissive. It was far from what Rommie expected. She broke the kiss. "You've wanted me since you came onboard. Now you can have me, but you practically refuse?"
"You think it's easy for me to not pin the hottest babe in the universe down on the floor and fuck her brains out?...I just don't want you to regret it, Rommie. I've been there and done that. You wouldn't even want me onboard anymore," he said in an sudden outburst. His gaze fell to his feet.
'You're afraid of losing me as a friend?' she thought. Rommie was surprised at the thought and care that had obviously gone into what he had just said. He was far from typical, farther than she had originally assumed.
He broke the silence between them. "Why now?"
"Tomorrow may not be soon enough." Rommie did not expand on what she meant, since thinking of the larvae would only upset Harper.
Rommie lifted his chin, forcing child-like blue eyes to meet her brown. She kissed his lips again in a much less bruising manner, tracing his jaw to his neck. A soft moan was evoked when she tickled the sensitive skin surrounding his data port with her tongue. When she reached the neck of his shirt, she made his clothing disappear with a mere thought.
A slight blush crept across Harper's face again.
Rommie glanced approvingly over his body, her eyes lingering on the arousal evident in his cock. "Nothing to be embarrassed about."
"But a lot of nothing, huh?" Harper raised an eyebrow at her, trying to cover his embarrassment with sarcasm.
Rommie smiled at the comment and resumed kissing Harper, beginning at his collar bone. She lowered herself to one of his nipples. She nibbled the hardened nub and then moved to the other. Harper gasped in pleasure. Unconsciously, he began thrusting his hips into Rommie.
"Not yet." Rommie's devilish grin returned as she froze Harper into place up to stomach level.
"You have entirely too much power for your own good here." Harper grinned back at her as he regained feeling in his lower extremities, only losing his mobility.
Rommie lowered herself to her knees. She ran her fingers up his inner thighs. His eyes closed in anticipation of what he assumed was to follow. Rommie had other plans, though. Her fingers moved up to his abs, massaging the somewhat firm muscles. Slowly she trailed down to his belly button, kissing it, before stopping. She then lightly blew on his cock, her lips mere millimeters from the sensitive skin.
Harper moaned. "Please don't stop."
"You must promise me something first," Rommie said.
Without a second of thought, Harper responded, "Whatever it is, I promise. I'll crawl out on the hull and scrub it with my toothbrush if you want."
Without further explanation of what she wanted, Rommie licked up the length of the sides of Harper's cock, avoiding the tip. She moved one hand behind him to provide support and the other began to massage his balls. Then, she released him from his temporary paralysis. She took him in her mouth. Losing self-control, he began quickly thrusting. He softly moaned her name several times before he came.
His eyes remained closed for a lingering moment before he opened them. Rommie was standing before him, serious like her usual manner. His cyber clothing had been replaced, and hers altered to the usual uniform. Part of his mind wondered if it had all been a complex fantasy, maybe a hallucination caused by the larvae, since none of the effects of such an encouter were evident.
"It is 03:17, Harper. You should be asleep," Rommie said.
"Yeah, I'll go to bed," Harper said, preparing to leave her matrix. "Oh, one more thing."
"Yes?" she asked.
He was still questioning what had been reality. "What did I just promise to do?"
"You'll see." The grin from their encounter returned.
Harper smiled as he exited Rommie's matrix. He definitely
had something to look forward to.