Beka Valentine stalked the corridors of Andromeda, very under the influence of the flash she had been taking in her attempts to get Andromeda to Tarn-Vedra. The large amount of flash, however, was having an unexpected side effect on Andromeda's first officer -- she had become extremely aroused, and only wanted one man: Dylan Hunt.
"Dylan!" Beka called. "Where are you, Dylan?"
"Captain Hunt is preparing to enter a lift on Deck 3," Andromeda replied.
"That's not too far from here." Beka broke out into a sprint, not even panting when she reached the lift.
"Beka?" Dylan asked as Beka threw herself into the lift, whose doors closed behind her.
"You're hard to find," Beka said. Wasting no time, she pounced on the unsuspecting Dylan and pinned him to the lift floor with almost superhuman strength, an effect from the flash.
"What are you doing, Beka?" Dylan asked.
"I'm getting what I want," Beka replied, ripping down Dylan's pants and boxers. She glanced at his half hard cock. "Very nice, even moreso than I expected."
"You're on flash!" Dylan realized when he saw the small amount of silvery white peeking out from contacts covering her eyes.
Beka took Dylan's cock in her hand and began stroking it, not paying attention to Dylan's revelation.
"Don't do this, Beka," Dylan warned her, squirming to free himself while trying in vain to ignore the stimulation. In a moment, he was completely hard.
"I won't tell if you don't. No one has to know you broke that stupid High Guard rule about sex with crewmembers," Beka said.
"This isn't about that." Dylan grabbed Beka's arm and tried to twist it, which she didn't even seem to notice.
Beka moved herself to pin Dylan to the floor with her legs and feet as she used one of her hands to undo her pants. She returned to her previous position and kicked her pants and underwear off easily, Dylan writhing under her all the time.
"You can stop now, and I'll forget all about this and help you to the Med Deck. Trance can give you something to get rid of the effects of the flash," Dylan said.
Beka ignored Dylan and positioned herself on the tip of his cock as he struggled to release himself from her grasp. Contact was barely made between her body and his. "You know how long I've wanted this, Dylan? How many times I've fucked myself silly and called your name when I came?" She pushed her hips down until the head of his cock popped into her body. "Feel how wet I am for you, how hard you are for me. You want this, too."
"Beka, this isn't you. It's the flash talking," Dylan insisted. "You really don't have to do this."
"Shut up!" Beka demanded as she lowered her body onto Dylan's cock, taking all of him in her in one smooth motion. "God, that feels good...it's been so long since I've had a real man."
Dylan tried not to show the pleasure he was receiving from the sensation of Beka so tight, hot and wet around him. "You're going to regret this. Listen to me, Beka."
"I said shut up!" Beka began to slowly lower and raise her body on Dylan's cock before increasing her pace.
Dylan was silent and bit his lip to suppress it, but eventually gave in and moaned. He had fantasized about Beka, but never like this.
"This is so good, isn't it?" Beka asked. She moved one of her hands from Dylan's shoulder to between her legs. She collected some of her wetness from around Dylan's cock and took her swollen clitoris between her fingers, rolling and rubbing it as she continued to ride him.
"Please," Dylan begged huskily, trying one last time to stop her.
Beka again ignored him. "I'm coming!"
Dylan was pulled much closer to climaxing as the contractions from Beka's orgasm squeezed and further stimulated his cock. However, just before he reached orgasm, Beka collapsed onto his body unconscious. Dylan immediately rolled Beka over and pulled out of her.
"I hope you forget about this," he whispered into her ear.
Dylan quickly clothed both himself and Beka again and carried her into Med Deck. Trance was already there.
"I think she OD'd on flash," Dylan told Trance.
"Help me get her to the detox unit," Trance said, concern obvious in her eyes.
As Dylan assisted Trance, he asked, "Will she remember what she did while she was on the flash?"
"Most likely not, but flash isn't a very predictable drug," Trance replied.
***
Dylan stayed at Beka's side for over thirteen hours, until she had regained consciousness.
"I feel terrible," Beka muttered, her eyes still closed.
"You OD'd on flash," Dylan said.
"I did?" Beka asked. "I don't remember much of anything after that last slipstream jump..."
Dylan sighed in relief that he didn't have to discuss the incident in the lift with Beka. "Yeah, you did. You're lucky to be alive, really."
"Actually, I'm not sure which is worse...the flash hangover or how sore I am in...certain places."
Dylan's eyes widened. He hadn't considered soreness suggesting the fact that Beka had done something out of the ordinary. He reached behind the bed and pressed a button to release more sedatives into Beka's body. "I'm sure it's nothing, just the flash."
"Yeah, just the flash. I feel sleepy..." Beka yawned and closed her eyes, drifting asleep and away from vague memories and pain.