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 a direct sequel to “Be careful what you program for.” You really should read that one first. Thanks again to Maryavatar for the plot bunny.
Spoilers: None, could be placed anywhere in season two.
Rommie stood outside Harper’s quarters with a duffle bag on her shoulder. She bit her lip, trying to decide if she should enter his quarters or wait a little longer.
It had been a week since she and Harper… No, scratch that. It had been a week since two of Rommie’s droids had sex with Harper as a result of a botched program he installed while drunk. A program she chose not to stop once she got past the firewall he installed.
A program intended for her avatar, not the maintenance droids.
Harper had been recovering from the experience ever since. Not that he didn’t enjoy it or that her droids had forced themselves on him… Well in the beginning they did, actually. But he changed his mind, took part, and things went well. Harper still couldn’t sit correctly but he said that was to be expected. From what Harper told her at any rate.
The only problem was that Rommie couldn’t feel anything she was doing to him while she was doing it. Sure Harper told her that next time he’d make an adjustment so her maintenance droids could. The more Rommie thought about it, however, the more she wanted next time to be with her avatar body. Preferably without the aid of his program or another droid this time.
So this morning, Rommie removed the program from her memory banks and made the conscious choice with her other selves that she wanted to do this again. With Harper. Which brought her to Harper’s door with a duffle bag.
Well, maybe having one droid along with her wouldn’t hurt. In fact there is an old Earth saying about safety in numbers that might apply to what she was feeling. Rommie smiled and ordered one of the maintenance droids to her location. She waited until the droid arrived before opening the door.
“Harper? Are you awake?” She heard the shower running in the background.
“Yeah Romdoll, I’m in the shower. I’ll be out in a few, OK?”
Rommie maneuvered her clone to stand by the table as she sat on the bed, putting down the duffle bag, to wait for Harper.
Seven minutes later he came out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist and looked at Rommie and the droid. “Hi.”
“Hi. I ah, came to check on your… tailbone.”
Harper looked at the droid before giving her a mischievous grin. “Rommie, I think I still need healing to do from the last time.”
Rommie blushed visibly. “I know that. I really did come to check on your physical condition, unless you want Trance to do it.”
“Uh, no. I’d rather not let on what happened between us yet, just like I said last week. And I think Trance would notice my tailbone wasn’t really broken.” Harper removed his towel and got comfortable on the bed. Rommie pulled out a pair of gloves and some lube and applied it to Harper’s asshole carefully. Harper winced.
“Sorry, I’m trying to be gentle,” she whispered.
Harper moaned slightly, and Rommie wasn’t sure if it was from the pain or if he was enjoying it. “I know you are. It just hurts, you know.” He turned his head. “Uh, why are you here, really?”
Rommie slipped her fingers into his asshole and moved them gently as she examined his prostate. “I wanted to let you know that I removed the program from my memory banks and into the backup this morning.”
Harper blinked and whimpered as she touched a sore spot. “Does this mean I’m in trouble for installing it now?”
Rommie grinned. “No, it just means that anything I do at this point is my choice.” Her fingers kept on stoking him delicately, taking her time while checking for both signs of damage and signs of healing. A lot of the initial swelling had gone down. Harper was healing.
Harper turned red and moaned a second time. This moan didn’t sound like it came from pain. “Ah, ok, then why is the droid here?”
“My droid is here to help you - if you still want there to be a next time.” Rommie slipped her fingers out and removed the glove, discarding it in a nearby bin. “You’re healing nicely considering.”
Harper rolled over onto his back and looked at the avatar he created. Her face was crimson and she wasn’t looking at him. “You’re serious.”
“Very. But if you’ve changed your mind…” Rommie felt his hand on her arm, and she looked at her engineer. She noticed two things about Harper: one was that he was smiling. The second was that she had managed to get him half hard during the examination. Rommie couldn’t help smiling.
“I haven’t changed my mind. But if you don’t mind, I don’t want to be on the receiving end this time if we can avoid it, okay?”
Rommie nodded, still flushed. She wasn’t sure what to do next here.
Harper sat up, took his face in his hands, and kissed her very slowly and very deeply. Rommie noticed that Harper tasted slightly of mouthwash and saline. She found herself liking it.
Breaking the kiss, he leaned his head on her shoulder. “Did you bring it with you?”
“Bring what? The force lance?” She was shaking. A High Guard ship of the line was shaking.
If the original designers on Tarn Vedra would see her now, they’d have her decommissioned.
“Uh huh. I have an idea if you let me jack in and have control of your droid for a while.” Harper started planting kisses on Rommie’s neck, just below her earlobe. She sucked in her breath.
“I… I have it. It’s in the duffle bag.” Rommie’s hands were shaking as she reached into the bag and pulled it out, passing it to Harper. Harper put the force lance aside and pulled Rommie towards him for a second kiss, this one much more passionate than the first. His hands began to roam over her chest lightly.
Rommie broke the kiss and reached into the duffle bag, pulling out his cord.
Harper raised an eyebrow at her. “You planned this?”
“I hoped you were going to say yes. If not, I would have let things drop.” She helped Harper to jack into her mainframe, but not all the way in. Just enough so that he gained control over the droid behind her. “So now what?”
Harper didn’t answer her. Instead he leaned over an unzipped her vest, grinning, and sliding it past her shoulders and onto the floor. He started planting kisses along her collarbone.
And then Rommie felt something cold and metallic behind her, touching the waist of her slacks. Tilting Harper’s face up she gave him a quizzical look.
Harper grinned. “Trust me, okay? You’ll like this.”
Rommie nodded as those metal fingers unbuttoned and unzipped her slacks. Harper kissed his way down to her belly, skipping over her breasts. This surprised her until she felt those hands slide up her sides and over her nipples, which hardened from the cold. Harper inched her slacks downward as his tongue grazed her bellybutton. He stopped long enough to pull her shoes, socks and slacks off the rest of the way.
Rommie groaned slightly and played with his hair a bit, leaning against her droid. The metal breasts felt cold against her back and she tried to get comfortable. It’s fingers, now controlled by Harper, pinched her nipples. “Mmmmm….”
Harper tilted his head up at her. “I’ve barely started you know.”
“I know. I can still enjoy it though, can’t I?” She grinned down at his blonde head. Harper flicked his tongue again at her belly button. His hand reached over for the force lance and the lube.
“Close your eyes,” Harper whispered. Rommie did so and Harper grinned. “And your internal sensors to the room.” Again, Rommie did so. She felt her knees spread wide, followed by the metal tip of the force lance pressed against her slit.
Rommie wasn’t sure she liked it… “It’s cold, Harper.”
“Sorry, I should have warmed it up some.” He moved the force lance away and she heard the droid behind her moving. Harper began to kiss and lick along the inside of her thigh.
“Oh, God. Harper…” Rommie felt those metal hands hold her hips still, while Harper began licking along her slit before concentrating on her clitoris. Rommie opened her eyes, moaned and ran her fingers through his hair, trying not to press his head too hard to her. She felt two fingers; slicked up, slide into her from behind, cold and metallic and shuddered. “Jesus, we have got to do something about the temperature of the maintenance droids.”
Harper chuckled and ran his tongue in small circles around her clitoris. Rommie bucked against him and leaned back against the droid behind her. Harper murmured and the vibrations made her shudder. He stopped and leaned back up to kiss her deeply. “You trust me?”
“Yeah,” she said between kisses.
“Okay then.” Harper took her hand as he laid back down on the bed, motioning for her to get on top of him. He was holding the force lance to warm it. The droid behind Rommie slipped her fingers out, and she straddled his hips, leaning over to kiss him deeply. Harper’s hand moved downward and his thumb stroked her clitoris. She rubbed herself against his cock in response and reveled in the sensations. “Oh, God, you’re beautiful…”
Rommie planted kisses along his neck and nibbled his earlobe. Again, she felt those metallic fingers stroking her asshole and sighed. “Now what?”
Harper grinned. “Lift your hips a second.” Rommie lifted her hips and Harper positioned himself under her, then motioned for her to sink down on top of him.
The feeling was unlike anything Rommie had ever experienced as an android or with Gabriel. She leaned on her hands, shaking.
“Rommie?”
“I’m alright… This just feels…” Rommie bit her lip and blushed. Harper kissed her gently. He passed the force lance he was holding to the droid behind him.
The next thing Rommie felt was those metallic fingers leaving followed by the push of the force lance into her. Harper began thrusting upwards and Rommie went into overload. Matching his thrusts, she felt herself become filled no matter which way she moved.
“Oh… God… Harper…” Rommie braced herself on her hands and he moved faster, instructing the droid through the matrix to match thrusts with the force lance. She felt two hands, one flesh and the other metallic, fondle her breasts, and she screamed Harper’s name as she came.
Harper made a few more thrusts and then locked his hips, coming hard as Rommie collapsed on top of him. She could hear him panting and listened to his heartbeat to slow down as they both recovered.
Finally finding her voice, she said softly, “You’re right, this does feel like it would sting the next day. Luckily I can filter pain out if I wanted to.”
“Show off. Sometimes I am really jealous of you.” He hugged her close and kissed the top of her head. “Hey, thanks.”
“For what?” Rommie lifted her head and looked at him.
“For letting me return the favor.”
“No, thank you.”
“Thank me for what?”
Rommie closed her eyes and breathed in the smell of Harper’s skin. “The program.” She started planting soft kisses on his shoulder.
Harper purred and rubbed her back, using his free hand to pull the jack out and exit the mainframe. “You can uh, take the droid back now if you want to.”
The droid removed the force lance, putting it on a nearby nightstand and got up, moving towards the door. Both Rommie and Harper heard the doors swish as she left them, heading for engineering.
Harper rolled Rommie onto her back carefully so he didn’t have to pull out of her in the process and starts nibbling on her neck.
“What, again?” She smiled at him.
Harper said between kisses, “You know me… I like… doing things as much… as possible while I want to… do it. Wasn’t last time… any indication?”
Rommie nodded and ran her hand down his spine, smiling as Harper shivered. When her hand reached his tailbone, she whispered, “How are you feeling?”
“Not bad. Was there something in that lube you used?”
“A mild pain killer. I thought you could use the relief after the exam.” Rommie bit his shoulder lightly and Harper yelped.
“Great, I’ve got a warship in my arms and she’s a biter.”
“You complain too much, Harper.” Rommie nibbled on his earlobe, and contracted her muscles around him. She felt one hand trail up her side and cup her breast. Rommie fondled his ass in response. “Harper, what am I going to do with you?”
“Keep contracting around my cock like that, you’ll have to use me like one would use a hot knife in butter.”
“Harper!”
“Now who’s complaining?” Harper chuckled and leaned down enough to take a nipple in his mouth. Rommie arched her back and reached for the lube a second time. Rubbing a small amount onto her fingers, she slid a finger in. Harper groaned and began thrusting.
“Mmmmm…” Rommie wrapped her legs around his back and matched those thrusts.
“Jesus…” Harper braced himself, his hands above Rommie’s head, against the wall behind the bed, and thusting hard. Rommie felt his teeth sink into her shoulder, not hard, just enough. Harper must be close…
“Apparently I’m not the only biter here.” Rommie’s thrusts and finger became a little more insistent.
“Oh, God… Rommie…” Harper lost his grip on the wall, collapsed on top of her suddenly as he came a second time, this time hard. Feeling Harper let go like this was enough for Rommie and she shuddered followed almost immediately.
Harper lay against her, panting, and she stoked his hair.
“Rommie… how long before my next shift again?”
“Four hours, three minutes.”
“Good. I won’t be able to work now without a nap anyway. I think your exam just killed me.”
Rommie couldn’t help but laugh at that one. “Go to sleep,
Harper.”