Title: Emotions
Author: Dana
Rating: Strong R for somewhat graphic sexual content.
Disclaimer: Andromeda and it's characters don't belong to me I only wished they did, so please don't sue me
Spoilers: Lava and Rockets.
A/N: I couldn't decide which ending to use so I did both; an alternate ending is in my other fic Comfort
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She tried to tell herself that it wasn't spying. It was simply security to make sure Molly wasn't a High Guard officer assassin. She knew how far fetched and stupid that sounded, but in the end she couldn't resist and activated the camera in Dylan's room.
Dylan had one arm around Molly and the other behind his head. "We could have you stationed in 24 hours." He was explaining his proposal to her.
"That soon, huh?" She teased him by trailing her hand along his bare chest.
He was obviously taken by her, "Well...erm...we could take the scenic route. You know it's like a 3 week tour of the restored Systems Commonwealth signatory worlds. If you like."
"Yes. I'd like that." She kissed him. "Okay. That was for luck."
"Well, you can never have enough luck." He smiled at her before rolling her over and kissing her.
Rommie felt hurt when she saw Dylan, her Dylan on top of this woman he had only known for a day. What Tyr had said was starting to sink in. She had always tried to ignore what she felt for Dylan -- it was just friendship. Besides, she couldn't understand these emotions Harper had given her, so how did she know what she was feeling?
Her android body walked down the corridor to her quarters, her mind was filled with a million questions and no answers. She really had no idea how humans could do this whole love thing. She sat down on her bed and pulled her knees up to her chin.
"Tyr thought I liked Dylan." She started to list the evidence out loud to herself. "He is very attractive and amazing, but then Molly. Of course she'll be gone in a few weeks. Am I just a toy for Dylan? I'm here when it's convenient, but when Molly or Elsbeth or who ever the hell else is around, I get kicked to the side like a broken puppet."
She was getting angry at Dylan, and that just confused her more. She ran through all the files she had on human behaviour as she compared it to Dylan's reactions, to hers, and to the crew's.
Tyr's comments -- a new thought entered the many hundreds.
"Tyr." She said it out loud to make herself realise how ridiculous it sounded. "Does he like me or could I be the one who likes him?"
She thought for a moment. "No, he's Nietzschean. What would he see in me? Nietzscheans go with Nietzscheans. It's rarely otherwise."
She thought more, adding to her mounting confusion. "But Tyr's not exactly your ordinary run of the mill Nietzschean. But Dylan...This is too confusing. I don't know what I feel. How is that possible?"
She was now passing the floor like an agitated cat. She established her link to Dylan's room. Molly was asleep sprawled over Dylan, but he was still awake. He watched her in awe, stroking her blonde hair and letting his hand dance along her skin. He kissed her head gently before tightening his lover's hold on her and falling asleep himself.
"Okay, time to find out how I really feel and about who." She stormed out of her quarters and down the corridor.
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Tyr half staggered into his quarters. It had been a bad day -- very bad.
"First, I had go on a supply run with Dylan that I found less than enjoyable. Then, we were attacked by Ogami. Then I was grilled by Rommie."
'She can be quite frightening when she wants,' he thought to himself before continuing.
"On top of all that my friend was killed, and I'm still no closer to finding out who hired the Ogami. And to finish it all off, Dylan comes in all loved up with Mandy, Mary or was it Molly? Oh who the hell cares?"
He ran through his day before slamming his weapons belt down on the table. He sat on the chair, lounging back he closed his eyes. The events from earlier that day flashed through his mind, and he snapped up.
Leaning forward, he removed his boots and walked across his one-room quarters. He pulled off his top, letting it drop behind him. It landed partly on the silk of his bed sheets before falling off the foot onto the floor. On entering the en suite bathroom, his movements activated the lights.
"Shower on, hot," he ordered as he removed his tight leather pants.
Stretching his arm out, he tested the temperature before stepping under the warm streams of water. The beads formed rivers as they slid over his muscled arms and toned abs. Supporting himself with his arms on the wall, he allowed the water to stream over him, relaxing his bruised body.
He ever so slightly calmed down, but not for long. "I trek across who knows how many systems. My friend dies. And for what? To save him and his new little toy. And why? So Rommie won't cry."
He got out of the shower and wrapped a crisp white towel around his waist. He looked in the mirror and started a conversation with himself.
"Why do I even care if Rommie's upset? She's a machine."
His reflection answered his rhetorical question. "Because if Dylan died, she would kill me, and even though I'm a Nietzschean, she's an android and warship so my ass would pretty much be gone."
With a growl, he stepped back into his room. It was pretty basic -- small kitchen, table, storage units, couch and his double bed raised up two steps, en suite bathroom.
He dried off and left the towel where it fell. He wasn't in the mood to be Mr. Clean and Tidy.
Slipping between the silk sheets, Tyr raised his hands behind his head. "Lights off."
The lights quickly dimmed to nothing. Closing his eyes, he started to drift off before the earlier events of that day and his friends death danced through his mind again.
**
The door chime snapped him out his disturbing dream. He lay there for a few moments. "It can't be important or it would have went over com." He closed his eyes again ignoring his unknown visitor. It chimed again. Tyr didn't even bother to stir this time. Visitors were the last thing he needed now.
Without a command, the door slid open spreading a beam of light with a cut out silhouette across the floor. Tyr propped himself up with his arms as the figure moved into the room again plunging it into darkness. Being Nietzschean has its advantages -- Tyr easily made out the distinct figure of Rommie.
She drew closer. She had changed out the clothes she had on earlier and was now adorned in a black tank top and combats.
"Rommie, what are you doing here?"
She didn't answer him, but when she reached his side, in one quick move she straddled him. She pulled his hands up over his head and pinned him down before pressing her lips passionately onto his. She deepened the kiss with no resistance from Tyr. Still forcing him down she slid under the covers to be closer to his naked body. She trailed small kisses along his throat and over his chest. Small shivers ran through his body at the pleasure he felt.
He wasn't entirely sure what was going on. This was Rommie, but he liked it, and he did think she was gorgeous. She kissed him on the lips again, and then satisfied that he was having fun and that he must like her, she released his arms and deepened the kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist, then trailed one along her back to her neck. He rubbed it gently tickling her; he could feel her reaction as she smiled at him.
"Tyr, do you love me?"
Tyr was momentarily stunned. 'This usually happens the other way round, she asks then kisses.' He pulled her down to him and kissed her, really just to buy time before he had to let her down. He found himself deepening the kiss and pulling her closer. He felt something then -- a strange feeling, a feeling of love. 'Damn it, Tyr. You love her.' Rommie pulled back anxious to see how he felt.
"Rommie, Rommie, I love you." They kiss again.
She sat up still straddling Tyr and pulls off her top revealing that she had nothing on under it. She threw it into the corner. Tyr pulled her around so that he was on top. Using his tongue he licked, then sucked, each of her breasts causing a wave of pleasure to run through her body. He then allowed his hand to slip down to her combats. He undid them and slid his hand in.
Rommie moaned with pleasure as Tyr changed his rhythm. She whimpered for more, but to tease her, he stopped before she climaxed. He completely removed her combats and boots, allowing them to fall on the floor. Admiring her body, he laid trails of burning kisses over her. Reaching her mouth, he again kissed her passionately.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he checked, hoping she would still say yes.
"I love you, and I want this. Do you?"
"Yes." He kissed her and then entered her. His rhythm started gentle, but Rommie pushed her hips against his as they quickened. Their breathing was harsh as Tyr continued to lay kisses on her sweating skin as she explored his chest and back. They both let out a groan of ecstasy.
Tyr smiled down at his new lover. "My lady, you are so very impressive."
Giggling back, she pulled him into an explosively passionate kiss. They spent the rest of the night making love and exploring each other.