"Harper!"
BANG
"Ow! Damn it, Tyr!" Harper rubbed his head as he turned to the towering Nietzschean then backed up. "Slow down. We used up the lube in here the other day and I don't have any more yet."
Tyr glowered. "Beka is ovulating."
Harper relaxed. "Oh. So what did I do to piss you off?"
Tyr gave a rumbling growl. "Beka is on the Maru."
"That's not my fault. She'll come off and you can sniff after her then."
Tyr glared down at the engineer. "Don't push me."
"Breathe." Harper soothed. "You go through this every month, it'll pass. Breathe."
"I am calm!" Tyr snapped.
"Right." Harper nodded and turned back to his project.
Tyr took a steadying breath and calmed himself. "Don't you think she's spending a lot of time in there?"
"It's her ship." Harper shrugged and picked up a screw driver.
"That doesn't explain all her time there." Tyr complained. "Every day, sometimes twice. What is she doing on that ship?"
"You know, you could ask her."
"I did."
"And?"
"She didn't tell me."
"Okay, so Beka likes her privacy. That's cool."
"With Trance?"
Harper paused then shook his head. "Girl talk."
"They need privacy for that?"
"You use privacy mode to brush your teach." Harper pointed out.
Tyr growled and moved closer. "I want you to link the Maru's onboard systems to observe them."
"To spy on them." Harper translated.
"Trance met Beka at the hatch," Tyr dropped his voice slightly in memory. "She was wearing a skimpy silk chemise."
"What color?" Harper whispered.
"Burgundy."
"Huummm."
"You will link the system to my quarters."
Harper shivered and shook his head. "Nope."
"Harper ..."
"No! They're probably just sitting around talking about you sniffing after them."
Tyr growled and rubbed against Harper's ass. He fitted himself against the engineer's back and breathed in his ear. "They could be enjoying themselves in other ways." He purred. "Beka could be kissing her way down Trance's chest, her tongue circling her breast, wetting the areola before kissing her nipple and sucking it into her mouth."
Harper's breathing increased as he tried to picture the scene.
"Perhaps Trance is stroking Beka's thighs, her tongue flicking at her labia before spreading her to drive deep inside, her nose pressed against Beka's clitoris as she thrusts."
Harper groaned as he used the screw driver to mimic the image and bucked back against Tyr. "Oh, yeah."
"Link the system into my quarters." Tyr moaned as he meet Harper's movements with his own.
Harper shook himself and dropped the screw driver. "No!!" He shuddered. "Beka would kill me if she found out."
"She won't find out." Tyr promised.
Harper shook his head.
"Harper ..."
The doors to the machine shop opened and Dylan walked in. "Harper, what ... oh, sorry."
Tyr and Harper turned to stared at Dylan, still slightly lost in Tyr's imagination, then Tyr stepped back. "We are decent."
Dylan blushed and nodded. "You two agreed to keep it private." He admonished quietly, every one was off shift after all. "But anyway, um ... Harper, I thought you said the Maru was in good shape."
"It is. It still needs work but there isn't much we can do structurally with out a dry dock and real cash. Why?"
"Rommie has been spending a lot of time out there."
Harper whimpered and bent over his project, rubbing against it slightly.
Tyr stroked his back and grinned. "Beka will not find out."
Harper groaned and swore. "First thing tomorrow the Maru gets a check up."
end ...
or not (you know me and my sequels)