NC-17 Het
I do not own Andromeda or her characters. I wish I did, especially a certain engineer.
Beka Valentine was aware that she was being commed. She couldn’t answer, although she was no lady she knew that you don’t talk with your mouth full. The fact that her mouth was full of Seamus Harper, chief engineer of the Andromeda Ascendant made no difference.
They were lying on their sides in the classic 69 position, she had his erection in her mouth and he was ministering to her in a similar fashion. She used her lips, teeth and tongue to bring him to the very edge of climax. She could feel him pulsating and throbbing.
He lifted his head long enough to gasp “Beka, stop.” She ignored him and carried on. Her climax coincided with his as he came explosively. She moaned her pleasure and released him.
The comm. intruded once again. “Woman, you are as fidgety as a Makra in heat.”Tyr’s voice came from beside her in the bed.
She came fully awake with a start. Harper’s cheery voice came over the comm. link loud and clear. “Beka, what are you doing in there? I’ve been trying to get you to answer for ages. Boss is everything all right?”
By the Divine she’d been dreaming about him again. It wasn’t as if she was frustrated, she was getting regular sex with Tyr. She had to admit to herself, sex with Tyr was just a little predictable and she was quite frankly bored. He had a wonderful body and was big where it mattered most, but he was not inventive and the only two positions he would try were missionary and doggie. Very nice but when you had meat and potatoes every day sometimes you yearned for chilli and nachos. Beka loved oral sex, and Tyr was not interested. She longed for the feel of a hard cock in her mouth and a man’s mouth on her clitoris.
She answered Harper’s call, assured him that everything was fine and that she would be with him in ten minutes.
She met up with him in the mess hall; he was already on his third Sparky cola of the day. He stood up when she walked through the door. Her eyes were drawn automatically to his crotch; she forced herself to look at his face instead. He blushed and glanced down to make sure he was zipped up.
She wished he wouldn’t always wear those baggy trousers; she had no idea whether he measured up to the Harper of her dreams. She wondered how she could find out, and then gave herself a mental shake. She had a man; she didn’t need Harper of all people. Not that he wasn’t darn cute. The dimples were adorable, she wondered if he had them anywhere else.
The ship would know of course, even privacy controls couldn’t keep Andromeda out. If the ship knew the Rommie hologram and the avatar would know too. Trance would probably have seen him as well, Harper spent a lot of his time on the medical deck for one reason or another and Trance must have undressed him a few times. The thought of undressing Harper made her shiver. She could feel herself getting wet and aroused.
What reason could she give for asking either of them? No she would have to find out for herself. She thought long and hard about the problem. Perhaps she could catch him in the shower, or while he was dressing. Unfortunately he always locked his door. Think again Beka, you’re second in command of a star ship for goodness sake. Use your initiative.
She plotted and planned all that day, each idea more outrageous than the previous one. She took to following Harper everywhere; she made him so nervous that he started to hide from her.
She had sex with Tyr as usual that night, for the first time she faked an orgasm. She couldn’t wait to enter the erotic world of her dreams and again she wasn’t disappointed. It made her all the more determined to find out about Harper’s most vital statistic.
Other members of the crew had noted her preoccupation. They knew that she cared for Harper and worried about his health but now it seemed to them that she was obsessed with him. As for Harper himself he was increasingly jittery in her presence.
Three days later she was still no nearer achieving her goal. She hadn’t even seen Harper for hours so she went in search of him. She found him in an out of the way corner of one of the machine shops; he had a large mug of coffee and was so startled when she appeared suddenly that he dropped it all down the front of his trousers.
He yelped as the hot liquid soaked through coming into contact with the tender skin underneath. He ran for his quarters and she followed him. He didn’t have time to lock the door he headed for the shower shedding his clothes as he ran. Beka caught a glimpse of his bare arse, noting that he did indeed have dimples in other places.
He kept his back to her until he’d finished showering, then covering himself with a towel he turned on her.
“Beka what the hell is it with you lately,” he growled?
She decided to confess. “I’m sorry Seamus, I’ve been having dreams about you every night and I was curious to see whether the real Harper was anything like the imaginary one.
“What kind of dreams,” he queried? She hung her head. “Erotic ones,” she whispered. She wondered if that would be the end of their friendship.
He laughed and dropped the towel. “Beka, why didn’t you just ask?” She looked at him, he was all she’d imagined and more, he was nearly as big as Tyr. She couldn’t wait to take his maleness in her mouth and do all the things to him that she’d dreamed about. Before he could move she was on her knees in front of him. She heard his shocked intake of breath and then his moans of pleasure as she brought him skilfully to a full erection.
Unfortunately neither of them had thought to shut the door let alone lock it. Tyr and Trance were in the room before either Harper or Beka could stop them. They had heard Harper’s moans and thought that he was unwell. Trance’s eyes opened even wider than usual. Beka started to explain then she noticed the bulge in Tyr’s trousers. The three humans and the purple girl looked at each other, the next minute clothes were being shed in all directions and the four of them were engaging in various combinations of sexual positions.
Yet again no one had thought to lock the door and as Beka was about to reach her second orgasm she heard a quiet cough coming from the corridor. She looked up and saw Dylan and Rommie standing there. It took her a moment to realise that they were both naked and that it wasn’t Dylan’s force lance that he was pointing at the ceiling.
Dylan smiled at Beka’s surprised expression. “Andromeda told us there was a party going on in here,” he said. “Is it a private one or can anyone join in?”
Much later when they were all sleepy and sated Beka smiled to herself. One thing was certain; sex on board the Andromeda Ascendant was never going to be boring again.
Brit 11.05.02