Fandom: Andromeda
Category: Slash
Pairing: Trance/Beka
Feedback: Sure
Archive: sure but email me first
Rating: At least R, probably NC-17
Spoilers: Season 4
Disclaimers: Andromeda is the property of Tribune. No
profit is being made from this story.
Notes: Thanks to Mosca for issuing the free verse challenge
which inspired this piece and the great quote she gave to work from. It's
in here, you just have to look for it.
They were alone for the first time since her return. Willingly careless they didn't realise the damage Beka's descision had caused, only knew their want. A relationship of stolen moments, they denied the concept of us, never daring to think as a couple, not fearing the consequences but unwilling to confirm the suspiscions of their crewmates, not from fear, but failing to imagine themselves as more than occasional bedmates, each a standby when the rest of their partners deserted or drifted. But sometimes Fate is a curve. Tyr's betrayal was no surprise; the method of Beka's feint, a change of allegiance surprised them out of their complacency. They stood close, thigh to thigh, Beka's hand on Trance's shoulder, their breaths pushing their breasts together. Their time clothed was brief as always and the air grew heavy with anticipation as they stripped, silent, only needing the other's touch, as there was no betrayal in it. Beka traced her hands over gold skin, thinking of coconuts, warm sun, palm trees. She brought her mouth to Trance's and traced the softness of lips, bringing shivers as Trance made a finger path from nipple to navel as they fell onto the bed, kissing. When Beka's thigh parted Trance's a sigh slipped out of her lips. She spread eagerly as Beka's head rested in the goblet of her thighs. Beka focused her guilt, traced Trance's outer lips and from above, Trance saw the raw need in her lover's eyes to prove her worth, which she had never seen before. Beka sucked greedily on her. Other lovers were easily forgotten and they were alone together finally. Trance drank in the sight of Beka, writhed and understood how Tyr was caught up in such ardour and wondered if she too was a victim. Various Bibles, various biblical characters were undone. But when she was with her, Trance thought of vineyards, gardens, forests, magic places of green and growth. Then only at such open vulnerability she felt whatever passed between Beka and Tyr the midnight was upon them, in spite of their efforts, and only then did she orgasm.
Beka eased herself up the bed and wrapped her arms around Trance, wanting to hold her, draw her into the comfort of familar arms rediscovered. Instead, Trance pushed her onto the bed and tore her legs apart. Vulnerability passed quickly under the weight of her imagination, of thoughts of Tyr in her occasional position. Past lovers had never mattered to her but this pushed, carried weight, and she saw the burden of Tyr on Beka since her return. Beka started to speak but Trance covered her mouth with her hand, forcing further explainations silent. She brought her mouth to Beka's neck and first licked, then sucked, then bit, marking her lover, making a map of soon-bruised flesh. Beka barely moved, only to offer up some piece of skin to her teeth, knowing both Trance's need and their shared want to wish the recent past away. As Trance shoved her fingers inside her Beka grunted and flung her arms above her head, completely free as Trance gathered her wrists together and held them to the bed. This was no exploration; it was a competition, survival, fours years on a desert island only to be found and then lost once more. Trance's fingers hit her g-spot over and over and found Beka in her hands again. As shudders eased she laid beside her and accepted the embrace she had refused. Trance turned on her side and Beka echoed the movement, slid into the curve of her body drifting toward sleep. It was then that Trance stopped crying. She brought the sheet over them and they both disappeared under the blank white, unsure of themselves.