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"Well, Trance is a mystery. And very manipulative. What about Trance seducing Tyr into a little romp? Or seducing any OTHER crew member? (same sex relations allowed)"
Before this it was a part of maryavatar's round robin.
I present to you Pixie Dust, it's rated R so leave your young dogs and cats in the basement - assuming of course that you're over 18, well I can hope.
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Disclaimer: I would guess you know this but just in case - I don't own Andromeda, I kinda wish I did I could probably do a better job advertising it :) but I don't own it.
Spoilers: At least up to 'Last Call at the Broken Hammer'
PIXIE DUST
By Thomas Hobbes
Trance was idly punching buttons on the console, it was the midnight shift and it was just her and Harper on the bridge. Harper had half a dozen covers up and was busy wiring, torching, and fiddling with the stuff inside.
Trance was talking to her plants, she had carried a few up one day and they had stayed and multiplied - the crew suspected Trance was trying to cheer Harper up so they didn't bother her about them. Whether Harper was cheered up or not was another matter but he didn't talk as much about impending death so it was considered a good thing.
Harper leaned back, wiping the sweat off his face and called out "Oh Rommieeeeeeee"
A hologram flickered to life, shimmering slightly. "Yes Harper?"
"Check out the upgraded ECCM (Electronic Counter Counter Measures) generators, I think it will get a 1% or 2% better lock on rate."
A screen changed from the view of a small, ringed planet - similar to Mars - to a combat display screen. "Launching drone now" A dot appeared, moving at 47 PSL (Percent Light Speed) towards the planet. Beeping kicked on as radar, lidar and the like scanned each other. After several seconds of this the drone swooped back towards the ship.
Holo Rommie turned to face Harper "Good job Harper, now if you excuse me" She turned, starting to flicker out of existence when.....
Trance spoke up "Rommie would you mind engaging privacy mode for a few minutes?"
"Privacy mode engaged." She finished disappearing.
Harper stood up, wincing as his muscles protested. "Now what was that all about babe, why the privacy mode?" He asked, forehead pressed together slightly.
Trance walked over next to him "I just wanted to talk to you," she told him. "About us."
Harper face brightened and he turned, gesturing to the one chair on the bridge. "Sit down O' Princess on your throne and talk to your humble subject."
Trance smiled but didn't sit down, instead she leaned up against Harper, twining her hand with his. "I wanted to talk about us and our future."
Harper pulled away "I have no god damn future thanks to these happy Magog in here."
"I'm working on it Harper, you have to trust me." She picked up his hand again, "Please," She looked at him, pleading evident in her face.
"All right, I'll talk - what do you want to talk about, us wise that is."
"Well," she said "I wanted to-"
"Wait a second" Harper interrupted "Is this about your past because I always wanted to know where you came from."
Trance kissed him, slowly, lips parting then she pulled back eyes twinkling.
Harper leaned back in for another lingering kiss, her lips warm against his, tongue feeling exploratively. "I guess not. What else do you want to talk about?"
For an answer she pulled off her sparkly blue top reveling her firm orbs and leaned in for another kiss. Harper swallowed audibly "How about we move to a bed, gotta be better then that chair over there."
She slipped on her top and led him out, leading him back to her quarters.
The green was overwhelming when the door opened, little plants followed by clinging vines and larger potted plants. A miniature jungle grew out of the wall, threatening to fall on the purple sheeted bed.
Harper quickly shrugged out of his Hawaiian green shirt and pulled of his white muscle shirt, showing off his rippling muscles. He then reached back over and pulled off Trance's top, "I missed those" He remarked before fastening his mouth on her left nipple. Trance pulled Harper down onto the bed, wiggling out of her hot pants and pulling down Harper's pants.
They moved against one another, feeling each other's bodies and reveling in the feelings. They shouted each other's names as they met.
Rommie turned off her cameras, providing her crew with
the most precious gift of all, especially since they didn't know it had
been given. The last sight she saw was a faint purple sparkling in the
air above them.....Fading to black as the cameras shut down.