Squeaking
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Hell if Harper was mine do you think I’d be doing anything other than eating fruit out of his belly button?
Rating: R
Spoilers: Yup, for ‘Last Call at the Broken Hammer’
SQUEAKING
By Mandy Green
"Um Harper, what are you doing?" Trance asked, looking down at Harper who was lying on the deck hammering at the base of the Maru’s pilot chair.
"This thing was squeaking. I think it’s a loose screw." One last thump and Harper jumped up beaming. "Got it, I think. He sat down in the chair and bounced up and down. "Cool, no squeak!"
"It was probably because Tyr was sitting there," Trance said. "Perhaps we need to test it with more weight." Grinning devilishly she leapt onto the chair, straddling Harper and wriggling.
"Um…Trance, that might not be the best thing to do to a guy who hasn’t gotten laid in a while."
"Oh, poor Harper," Trance said, "are you a bit frustrated?" She wriggled again and Harper gasped. He tried to get off the chair but Trance grinned and pulled the harness over him and clicked it fastened.
"Trance, what…Oooh!" Harper almost choked as Trance slid her hand into Harper’s pants. With a deft flick of her wrist she’d released the top catch and pulled the zipper down. Harper’s baser instincts kicked in and he stopped trying to escape. After all it had been almost a year and he was due some R&R after the hell he’d been going through for the last couple of months.
"Oh my Harper, I had no idea you were so…gifted," Trance said as she rubbed her hands over Harper’s impressive erection.
Harper whimpered at the stimulation and replied, "Well you know what they say: big brain, big…" Trance stopped his voice with a kiss. Harper, momentarily silenced watched as Trance stood up and effortlessly peeled out of her catsuit. "Wow," Harper said, "I always thought those things would be hard to get on and off. Y’know what with being skin tight and all."
"You’re babbling Harper," Trance said with a smile as she climbed back onto Harper’s lap.
"Do you blame me? It’s shock, hot purple action was not on my ‘to do’ list today. Not that I can’t open up a window in my schedule for it or anything. You know me: happy to oblige. Anything for the ladies."
"Shut up Harper," Trance replied and slid down onto him.
Harper struggled to pull his pants further down while thrusting up into Trance. Somehow they found a rhythm and clung to each other in mounting passion. It was clumsy, hurried, but incredible none the less. All too soon Trance squealed in pleasure and her tightening muscles wrung Harper’s climax out of him.
Trying to catch his breath Harper said, "Holy freakin’ cow Trance! What the Hell was that?" He gazed down in puzzlement at Trance who had slid to the floor in front of the chair.
Trance smiled sweetly. "What, you’ve never done that before?"
"Ha ha, funny girl. Yes I’ve done that before, just not in the Maru’s pilot chair. And certainly not with you! Why now? We’ve know each other for how long and now, suddenly you feel the need to jump my bones?"
Trance shrugged. "Maybe I just kept all my self control in my tail?"
Harper thought for a moment and then narrowed his eyes. "You just wanted reassurance that you’re still sexy without your tail."
"Are you complaining?"
"Hell no!" Harper grinned. "It was amazing. Totally mind-blowing in fact. I just don’t know what happens next."
"Well next you should probably do something with your pants. For instance, first zip then fasten. Oh, and if I’m not mistaken I think I heard the chair squeaking."
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