"Babe alert." Harper breathed and immediately turned in that direction, leaving the others shaking their heads. He didn't see Beka and Trance immediately looked worriedly at Tyr but that was fine because the Nietzschean looked more curious then disturbed.
Harper followed the brunette down the promenade then into a shop where he watched her look over some fabric. She was tall and healthy looking; actually- damn close to gorgeous, and had the basic requirements for him to think about the next step. He weighed the risks then watched as she walked around a support beam. How to approach her?
The next thing he knew he was against the wall with a mean set of bone blades shoved in his face. "Uh, hi?"
"What do you want, kludge?"
"Um, boy, that's a loaded question." He tried to joke. "Okay. Okay. Um, no, I have a question. I do."
"Do you think you could rob me?"
"That's not it?"
"What is it?"
"What your lineage."
She laughed. "My lineage. What? Do you think I would be interested in the likes of you?"
"The things I do ... Look, I saw you, and you look good. And I've got this friend who might be interested but ..."
She laughed. "I would never be interested in any friend of yours. Pathetic kludge." She pulled back to hit him but Tyr grabbed her arm and yanked her back.
"Leave him be." Tyr growled.
She straitened and sized him up. "This kludge thought to proposition me."
"Not for himself. I was listening."
"Yet you did nothing."
"I was curious how you would react."
She shifted, showing off her angles; and what nice angles they were, too. "And what did you think?"
"That you are rash and short sighted. You would have killed him here, with seven witnesses and cameras to convict you. You also failed to work him for possible evidence of this friend."
"As if any Nietzschean would call this kludge a friend." She laughed. "Who are you?"
"This human's friend." Tyr stated. "Come along, Harper. She is not what you are hunting for."
"I'm not hunting." Harper complained as they left the shop. "I'm just looking. That's what friends do right? Keep an eye out for potential ... babes."
Tyr saw the human female Harper was watching and shook his head. "That girl is ill."
"You can tell that from here?" Harper asked as they continued on.
"Yes. Her skin is discolored, her respiration is too high for standing still, and her companions watch her too closely."
"She could be in trouble." Harper worried.
"That is a possibility. Do you wish to go find out?"
"Not really. I'll probably catch something or get arrested or stabbed." He sighed. "Thanks for helping with the ... Lady."
"She was attractive, yes, but I wonder what she is doing on a drift?"
"Want me to go ask?"
Tyr shook his head at the engineer's grin. "No." He pointed to the lift and insured they were alone when they got on. "Do you tire of our association?"
"Hell no!" Harper wanted to prove it there and then but he knew better then to even consider touching him anywhere other then on Andromeda. Too many people watching, even when they were alone. "I just ... I know you want a wife, wives. It's important to you. I ... "
Tyr nodded. "Thank you."
Four hours later they were all back on the Andromeda and the supplies were stored so Harper went to Tyr's quarters, showered then relaxed in the bed to watch the Nietzschean enter and undress.
"Comfortable?"
"No. I could use some Nietzschean ass." Harper stretched.
Tyr chuckled and took a shower then curled up around Harper. "Any wife I have would come first."
"I can share." Harper nuzzled. "Would she?"
"That is a question." Tyr sighed then stroked Harper's back to his ass. "But not one we need to concern ourselves with at the moment."
Harper shivered. "Nietzschean ass I said." Then grinned. "But I could handle some cock."
"Some?" Tyr licked the skin around his port. "Not all?"
Harper bucked and groaned. "Let's find out. Lube. Lube. Where's the lube!"
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