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Title: Experimentation

Author: MouseBebe

Rating: NC-17

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Pairing: Beka/Rommie

Summary: Rommie wants to experiment with her new body.

Author's Note: This is set around the beginning of the show.

Rommie had been visibly jumpy all shift; as time wore on it got worse. She was taking care to be in a different area of Command than Beka, and either babbled in a steady stream or kept complete silence. She was most antsy whenever her hologram or visual image appeared. No matter what the topic was, the android was fixed with a hard, rebuking gaze the entire time.
And the mystery of it was driving Beka crazy. The unease was a contrast with her normally unflappable behavior, and the disapproval of the main AI was almost palpable. She wasn’t sure whether one caused the other or the two stemmed from a common cause, but in either case no reason was given.
Finally, a very bubbly Trance came in for the next shift. Rommie bolted for the door immediately; Beka stopped to talk to the purple girl. She figured that Rommie was long gone by the time she left.
Not so. Rommie stood only a few feet outside, obscured by the curve and incline of the corridor. "Beka?"
"Yeah?" She stopped. Maybe you can explain what was going on in there?

"I need to talk to you. Can we go to my quarters?"
Beka was, to say the least, puzzled by the request. "Sure. Why?"
"I’ll explain when we get there." She turned on her heel and walked off at a brisk pace, before any more questions could be asked. Beka was hard-pressed to keep up with her.

Rommie was quite clearly a bundle of nerves. Her usual calm, cool, and collected behavior was gone like it had never existed, and it wasn’t getting any better. Meanwhile, the main AI was looking sterner than she had in weeks, and her displeasure was directed at her avatar. Whatever the possibility was- an argument? An accusation?- Beka’s brain was going haywire with possibilities by the time they reached the android’s quarters.
The rooms were economically sized and furnished, and for all the bright colors, the Maru looked warm and cozy by comparison. She was startled out of her assessment by Rommie ordering privacy mode. "What’s that for?"
"Because my mainframe has a tendency to concern herself with things that are none of her business. Please sit."
Accordingly, Beka sat on the small sofa- almost a loveseat. Rommie threw herself down next to her. "So what’s this all about?" she asked, eager to figure out what all the fuss was about.
"I want to experience sex."
Beka choked. It took her a moment to get her vocal cords working again. "You- you want to- to-"
"To experience sex." Rommie frowned. "What’s wrong?"
Beka’s face had gone the color of a cherry candy. "I, um… I’m not sure why you’re talking to me," she said finally, getting a sinking feeling that she did know the reason.
"I would have thought it was fairly obvious." Beka glanced up and found those dark eyes boring into hers. "You’re the only female aboard I trust almost as much as my mainframe. It would not be advisable to go to any of our male crewmember in a matter like this. Therefore…"
"…You’re asking me to help me you have sex?" she asked incredulously.
"Not exactly."
And she knew. There were only so many variations on the theme. "With you?"
"Yes." Rommie must seen her slack-jawed look, as she elaborated. "You see, I don’t know how well Harper programmed and built me. I have sexual organs that are supposedly fully functional, but I’m not sure of the extent of that."
So you want to take your body for a test run?" Beka pinched her leg surreptitiously, just to check. She would have never thought of the avatar… quite this way… but then, she was never sure what her subconscious could come up with.
"Essentially. Of course, if you’re uncomfortable, you can refuse."
What the hell. The thought came out of left field, but she mulled over it. "I have to warn you, I haven’t been with another woman since I was nineteen. And they were human."
"‘They’?" The avatar quirked an eyebrow curiously.
Beka defended, "It was one at a time!"
The eyebrow remained up, but she relaxed into a smile, tentative and hopeful. "So you’ll do it?"
"Yeah, sure." Beka shrugged and grinned and hope she wasn’t making a mistake by not getting out of here as fast as her legs could carry her.
There was an awkward pause for a moment, Beka not being sure what to do or say next. Finally, she just leaned forward and gently kissed the android.
Rommie seemed puzzled for a moment, but the confusion vanished, with the artificial lips softening and responding as their owner experienced it. When the kiss ended, Rommie seemed pretty dazed, murmuring, "That was…"
"The start," Beka finished. She was relieved when the other woman shook out of the fog she was in.
"Okay, then how about the middle?"
"That’s where the rest of it comes in." She leaned back in to kiss her again.
This time it was less tentative, more definite, as Rommie started to move her lips against Beka’s. Now Beka pressed harder, parted her lips, and was surprised to find the tip of a tongue at the edge of her lips. Taking it as a hint, she moved her own, enough to brush them together, and unwittingly lit the conflagration.
Rommie slid her arms around her, pulling her closer. Beka was quite willing to be pulled. She shifted closer on the sofa, surprised to feel that Rommie was softer than she’d expected. When at last they surfaced, she gasping, Rommie was a little puzzled.
"Why’d you stop?"
"Breathing."
"Oh."
"But I have more oxygen now, so…" She smiled, with a touch of lust and a hint of evil, and leaned in to kiss her again. This one was just as long and even more heated, as they slid into each other’s mouths instantly as their lips touched. Without quite realizing it, her hands started to roam. She realized with a start that her nipples were getting erect, and a slight moan slipping from Rommie’s throat betrayed her own response. The android still had her hands resting on Beka’s shoulders, while the human’s were reaching the other’s thighs.
Eventually, they had to stop again, and this time Rommie was in control. With a slight grin, she pulled Beka down by her vest’s armholes, leaning back against the armrest as she did.
As soon as Beka realized what she was doing, she let herself be pulled, only moving enough to straddle Rommie’s hips. "Nice touch," she murmured, before kissing her again.
While they kissed, she reached down and slowly inched up the shirt Rommie was wearing over soft, simulated skin. As soon as she had exposed the smooth stretch, she broke the kiss, ignoring the moue of distaste she got, and started placing short, gentle, deliberately teasing kisses around the navel Rommie had obviously been built with. Then she dropped them in a slow, irregular line up the center of her stomach.
The android made a faint noise, biting down on her lip to hold it back, but it escaped anyway. Beka noticed it, along with the erect nipples, but decided to torture her a little more, instead kissing over her stomach and enjoying the various frustrated noises emanating from her subject. Finally Rommie gave up and pulled her shirt off the rest of the way.
Beka gave up the torture. She moved back up to kiss Rommie, then brought her hands up to her bared breasts, evoking a moan of relief as she traced around the nipples. Soon the moans turned from relief to need. "All right, if you’re that determined."
She did the one thing guaranteed to get to her companion. She leaned down and sucked lightly at a nipple. Rommie stiffened, of course, but only for a second, before she began arching up to the suction.
Even as Beka paid attention to the upper half of Rommie’s body, she didn’t forget the rest. Licking at the other nipple now, she slowly moved her hand down to the catch of the other’s pants, unfastening them fairly deftly and easing them out of the way.
Beka was a little surprised to discover that Rommie’s panties were the same place as her bra- that is to say, not on her. She wasn’t complaining, though; it just made it a lot easier. She broke away and kissed Rommie again, eagerly twisting tongues together, and moved her hands down her sides to her hips. Anticipating, Rommie shifted up and back to give her room to work.
She could see between the android’s spread legs quite clearly, but didn’t go there immediately. Instead, she slid down to remove the android’s boots and pants.
By the time she was finished, Rommie was starting to twist and squirm, obviously desperate for some type of friction. Left to her own devices, she was stroking at her breasts and toying with the tips, trying to replicate the sensations from Beka’s ministrations. She had just started creeping a hand down her torso when Beka stopped her with a restraining hand. "I’m doing that, remember? Relax."
"I can’t, that’s the problem." She was almost whimpering with need.
"Shh…" Beka kissed her, briefly, and straightened. Bracing a hand against the back of the sofa, she straddled the other woman’s legs before brushing her other hand across the damp heat between them.
The reaction was instantaneous. Rommie bucked up to the touch, gasping with pleasure. Accordingly, Beka repeated it, this time with her trying to rub against her fingers in passing. She stopped contact, for just a second, and got a low moan from the avatar. This time, instead of a brushing stroke, she slid just one finger into the avatar. She was hot and slick, and felt exactly like a human woman- Harper had done a good job. When Rommie cried out, Beka got the hint, stroking in and out. That wasn’t quite enough though.
As Rommie’s movements became more violently needy with each moment that passed, Beka tried adding a second finger. The thrusts against her hand were getting more vigorous and desperate, so she ground the heel of her hand into Rommie’s equivalent of a clit every time.
After only a few more strokes, Rommie came, her artificial muscles clamping around Beka’s fingers as she gasped. Still, she stroked a little longer through the orgasm, until most of the tremors died away, before pulling them out. When she did, she sat and waited for some sort of response.
Rommie opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling for a very long moment. She had a light sheen of sweat over her body and a flush to her cheeks; Harper’s special effects, but very good ones.
"Well?" Beka asked.
Rommie smiled, and said at last, "I’ll have to thank Harper for what he added to the design."
"I think that means that the experiment is a success."
"Yes. Thank you." Rommie reached over the edge of the sofa, onto the floor, and started to pick up her pants and shirt.
Beka handed her a boot. "You’re very welcome, trust me." On an impulse, she leaned forward and kissed Rommie. She grinned as she left.

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