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The Right Choice

Author: Jedishampoo

Fandom: Star Trek: Enterprise

Rating: R+ (het)

Summary: Andorian females are aggressive: Talas approaches Shran, and he has to decide what to do about it (missing scene).

Author�s Notes: Requested by sharpeslass, personal challenge. Shran�s not my character but she whined and said there�s no Shran het out there. Anyone knows of any point it my way so she�ll get off my back to write more. ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Shran, Talas, or Star Trek: Enterprise. Paramount does. I made no money writing this work of fan fiction.

The Right Choice

Boop.

At the slight noise of the door alert, Shran growled and glanced up from the communiques at his personal office desk. And waited. He waited a few more moments. When the idiot disturbing his peace failed to identify himself through the comm, Shran gave his antennae an impatient twitch and went back to work.
Whoever-it-was had probably thought better of whatever they�d wanted to ask; Shran had left very, very specific instructions that he was to be left alone for an hour, at least. He�d spent all his recent time heading repairs to the Kumari, digging around in the Kumari�s innards, reading the Kumari�s damage reports, dragging the Kumari from Andorian settlement to Andorian colony, and so on, and so on. Damned sneaky Vulcans, and their damned sneaky war-mongering.
He went back to reading the reports from home, the ones he�d been storing in ship�s memory for the last two weeks. It wouldn�t do well to absent himself from Andorian politics for too long. He could find himself reporting (currying favor, dammit) to the wrong person, find himself without his next promotion.
Despite the fact that he�d led the defense of Andoria. Despite the fact that he�d proved his loyalty and ruthlessness by torturing Soval. It was an Andorian-eat-Andorian galaxy; he just knew that his crew was wondering why he�d ended up siding with Soval, and why he�d protected the Enterprise.

Boop.

The idiot was back. And the idiot still hadn�t announced himself. Shran pushed away from the desk and stomped to the door, and opened it.
It was Talas. So not a himself at all, but a herself. A not-unattractive sight, but the bright blue-white of the bridge lights behind her invaded the cool brown of his office.
"What. Is it?" Shran ground out.
Talas gave him that cool glare that she did so well-- it was especially effective at her greater height. "May I come in? Sir."
"Why didn�t you announce yourself?"
Talas rolled her eyes. She was very subtle about it-- if he hadn�t been glaring directly at her, Shran might have missed it altogether. As it was, it was so very subtle that he only narrowed his gaze back at her.
"Well?"
"You might remember, Sir, that we took internal communications offline this morning while we repaired the damaged relay?"
"Ah. Yesss..." In fact, Shran didn�t remember. He curled his antennae inwards, as if searching his brain. Ah, yes, after all. Non-essential system, had been the last repair. He�d already put it out of his mind and hadn�t expected to be interrupted dammit. "Did you bother me now to remind me of that? Lieutenant?"
"No. Sir." Talas almost rolled her eyes again, but just managed to restrain herself, probably because of that little reminder of her lower rank. She even curled her antennae forward, ever so slightly, in a near-submissive attitude. "May I enter, please? Sir."
She needed something personal or private, then. And Shran couldn�t simply tell her No and send her away, because he�d sit around for the next hour wondering what it was she�d wanted and his peace would be disturbed anyway. Still, he was annoyed. And she overstepped her bounds too often. So he straightened his antennae to show her just how annoyed he was, and then took a step back. "Make it quick."
Talas entered and walked over to pause near his desk. Shran hit the door-close control, and watched. She paced back and forth in front of his desk for a few moments, clearly agitated. Shran crossed his arms and pretended patience, but watched her movements. She really was a fine figure of a woman, tall and muscular, with a lovely deep-blue skin. She was smart, and an effective armory officer. But those were thoughts for when he was alone at night, in his quarters. He had no time for this now.
Finally, Talas halted and turned to face him, hands behind her back. "A lot has been happening lately," she began. "We�ve had to deal with a lot of changes. And the crew talks."
"Don�t tell me anything I don�t already know. Lieutenant."
"I�m getting to the point. Sir." She flashed him an annoyed glance, then began pacing again. "I was thinking. What you did. Trusting that Vulcan ambassador. Trusting the pink-skins. Talking with the pink-skins."
"It�s not your place to think about what I do!" Shran told her, stomping over to stand directly in front of her. Taller than he or no. Because now, Shran was really pissed off. Just because her family was rich, just because her family had military influence, she thought she could speak to him however she wished? What was it about his own people, that they couldn�t get their antennae out of their own asses long enough to see that the galaxy was changing? How many times would he have to keep saving his empire before they realized that? "Get back to work."
"I�m trying to tell you--" she said, arching her antennae forward in frustration. Then, a shock-- she touched him. She actually reached out, and grasped his shoulder with a strong blue hand. Shran was so dumbfounded that he just stared at her while she continued. "I don�t understand you, sometimes. But I�m beginning to suspect that you are not what I thought."
"What do you think I am?" he whispered, wondering if she was smart enough to recognize the dangerous tone of his voice. He gave the military-regulation-manicured hand on his shoulder a deeply significant look.
Talas stared at him. "You tell me."
Blood surged to his antennae; Shran was so angry he wanted to strike her. "I�m your commanding officer," he told her, taking a step forward and wrapping his fingers around her wrist. He was so enraged the words spilled out; it was either that or murder her. "And I don�t have to tell you anything. I�m doing what I have to, to save the Empire. You didn�t even need to know that. Now. Get out!"
"Good answer," she said, and something flashed in her eyes. Arrogance?

Whatever it was, she was going down. His free hand was already clenched in a fist; he swung it up to slug her. But before he had the satisfaction of feeling his knuckles cracking into her insolent jawline, something slammed into the backs of his knees, buckling them. She caught his upswung fist. And he went down instead. His shoulder blades hit the console behind him.
The depth of Shran�s surprise couldn�t even be described. He didn�t even have time to think about it because he couldn�t catch his balance. And she�d cut off his air supply with her mouth.
It wasn�t good, wasn�t what he might have imagined in the privacy of his quarters at night. In the shower, curling his fingers around his own testicles and imagining that it was Talas�s lips, and not hot water, touching his. Here, now, her lips were tight, his angry. Pure shock let his air be cut off for a few moments, and then he yanked at her wrist, twisting it until she backed off.
Her face hovered above his, close, expression... hungry. "What are you doing?" It was a stupid question, but shock and some embarrassment at his position hadn�t allowed him to come up with anything more pithy.
"Isn�t it obvious?" Her breath was warm on his face. "I admire you. Mate with me."
More shock; Andorian women were aggressive, but this just couldn�t be happening. She couldn�t admire him. Could she? "I�ll have you arrested and shot for insubordination."
"Why don�t you mate with me instead?" Talas asked, voice liquid with smugness. Ignoring what must be great pain in her wrist, she leaned forward and kissed him again, just below the earlobe. Her hair swung, tickling his jaw. "Sir."
Now that felt good. Shran hoped the shivers the warm touch produced didn�t show, and twisted her wrist a bit more. "What do you really want?" he ground out. Because this couldn�t be happening, and if he couldn�t gain physical control of the situation, he would at least know what was going on.
"Wrong answer! Didn�t I just say what I wanted?" Talas shrieked in his ear, yanking her wrist free easily, showing him that she could have done so at any time. She glared at him, antennae so far back they were almost hidden in her hair, lips curled downward in disgust. Her angry breath was hot on his face. "And here I�d just convinced myself that you pretty much knew what you were doing, all the time. Do you actually think I�m the sort of woman to trade sex for favors? Is that what you think of me?"
"No," Shran had to admit. And it wasn�t only because of his precarious position, or the feel of her strong body shoved against his. She was everything a man could want, and knew it. "No, you�re not."
Her antennae crawled up out of her hair in a questioning posture. "I�m glad you agree. Now. Are you going to arrest me, or mate with me?"
A new sensation burbled in Shran�s belly: joy. It spread through his bent and humiliated limbs, and his rage dissipated before its onslaught. This couldn�t be anything other than what she said it was: she admired him. It was dizzying. "I choose the latter. Will you let me stand, at least?"
Talas�s lips curled, and the smile she gave him made his belly twitch. "Of course. Sir."
This time, when he stood and she leaned forward to kiss him, it was good. Real, and oh-so better than he�d imagined. Passionate, and he had no air but he didn�t care. Lovely Talas admired him. Her tongue, slippery against his, tasted like flesh spiked with sharp ale.
His hands helped him savor the next few long moments, catching her waist and holding her close. And he showed her how he felt through the press of his lips, the slow undulation of his tongue. I admire you as well, they told her. He let his antennae curl forward until they met hers, and he sensed her that way too, almost as if he could touch her thoughts. This was real.
Almost too real. Strong fingers were already pulling at his belt, unfastening it. His penis twitched with interest, but his mind was starting to pull away. There was something wrong--
Oh, right. They were in his office. Next to the bridge.
But it was almost as if they had been sharing thoughts; Talas whispered "yes, here," against his lips. And the feel of her breast pushing against his hand through her uniform, and her moan of gratification against his mouth, brought his mind into line with his body.
Like any good officer, Talas wasted little time getting to the point. His belt hit the floor. Shran felt nails scraping just inside the waistband of his uniform trousers, scratching little circles on the skin of his hips, moving inexorably inward until-- ah! His fingers clenched with an involuntary jerk at her breast when he felt the strong, sure touch on his cock; her hand pulsed with the mad rush of his blood.
She gasped as well and he wondered if he�d hurt her, but it seemed it was a gasp of pleasure. He probably moaned also.
Her lips left his to nibble again at his earlobe; his sensitive antennae missed the touch of hers already. But her tongue felt so rough and slippery at the same time as it licked him just there, under his jaw, and this time he definitely moaned because he didn�t know which wonderful sensation to focus on.
Then the lips at his chin were gone and the sure fingers stroking his cock occupied all his attention, sending little shockwaves through his belly until he felt his trousers being pulled down, over his hips. Shran opened his eyes and saw Talas kneeling at his feet. Surely she wasn�t going to--
Talas stared up at him, dark eyes sly. "You�re my commanding officer after all. Sir. I believe I need to prove myself to you?"
"That�s not-- ah!" he started to say, then saw the pinkish-tinged blue of her mouth as she opened it to take his penis inside, and felt her hot mouth engulf the tip, felt her long fingers continue their maddening stroking. Some part of his mind thought, no, it was he who had to prove himself to her. Didn�t she realize the power struggle was already over, and she�d won? But he couldn�t say it, could only stare and feel the wracking chills biting through his nerves.
It was a position he could never have imagined her in, not in his wildest fantasies. Watching was almost more erotic than the feel of her tongue and fingers working the blood up and down his penis. It was a lovely thing in her hands, dark against her sapphire lips and fingers. He could see his own belly as well flushing a deeper blue with his overheated blood, and her golden-white hair was stark against it. His fingers drifted down to slide through the soft tendrils around her antennae, sliding against her scalp as her head moved.
She was his subordinate, but it sure didn�t feel like he was in charge. She had him helpless in her strong, blue hands. And-- no, she wasn�t really doing that with her antennae, was she? They were tickling against the balls of his thumbs as they rested on her head, inviting him to participate in the experience with every sense.
It was-- amazing. Shran was too close to climaxing, too close to embarrassing himself in front of his new mate, before he had a chance to show her what kind of a lover he was. He was sure she knew it, too. This had to stop.
Shran used his fingers to ease Talas�s head away. He could see his erect penis wet with her saliva and twitching with indignance at being deprived of this treat. And her dark eyes were questioning.
So Shran grasped her hands and pulled her back up to eye level. It wasn�t difficult; his knees were still weak. He took a deep breath, hoping he could still speak. "I think, as a male, I need to prove myself to you, do I not?"
"I�d be happy to give you the opportunity, Sir," Talas said. "Part of what I admire about you is your sense of honor... and duty."
Shran was pleased; he�d attracted a fine, brazen mate, had he not? Now he just had to show her how he planned to keep her.
So he growled low in his throat and got straight down to business, as she had: he pulled open her jacket, and she willingly stretched her arms so he could remove it. Her sleeveless top below showed her fine shoulder muscles; he admired the view for a moment, the black against the blue at the curve of her breast, before hooking his fingers at the bottom of her shirt.
"Arms up, Talas," he said, savoring her name on his tongue for the first time. She obeyed and he yanked it off, being careful not to bruise her antennae. He wasted no more time in admiration but got right down to the tasting.
It certainly wasn�t Andoria-cold in his office, but close to it; her dark purple nipple was hard and nubbly in his mouth and she shivered in his arms, just a little. Or maybe she was just enjoying what he was doing.
Shran certainly was. He enjoyed the way her arm hooked around his head to hold him. He let his antennae tickle her shoulder, a little payback for earlier. He enjoyed tracing the soft edges of her belly muscles as his hand slid across and down it to the waist of her uniform trousers. He definitely enjoyed the little yelp Talas gave as his fingers slid into the crevasse between her thighs.
He was pleasing her, he was happy to see. Another little joyous bubble burst somewhere in his chest as his fingertips glided across slippery-wet skin to the little opening down there. Females had a little spot that was just-- ah! Shran knew he�d found the correct little ridges buried inside when he felt her clench around his finger.
His cock gave a jerk in response to the way she yelped and crooked her elbow even tighter around his neck. It hurt, but it was a good hurt. He didn�t even mind losing the ability to breathe; he could simply enjoy the way her breast heaved with her short, hitched respiration. It was good to be the Commander.

Beep.

Shran swore against Talas�s breast; it was the damn alarm he�d had set on his console, the one designed to alert him that his hour was up and that he needed to check on bridge operations. He�d set that alarm before he knew his work was going to be so...pleasurable.
Talas swore as well, somewhere above his head. She relaxed her elbow enough for Shran to raise his head. He looked at her.
"It�s not urgent."
"Well, shut it off, then," Talas said, annoyance showing plainly in her face. Shran was glad, however, to see that her skin was flushed as deep a blue as his belly had been earlier. Why had he never taken the time to appreciate colors as much as he was doing at this moment?
"Let�s finish this?" he suggested, with a leer in his voice.
"Please," Talas grinned back at him. "Shran."

Beep.

His name sounded wonderful in her voice. Better than that damned insistent beeping. Shran grabbed her hips in both hands, and lifted-- with a release of air-- Talas was a fine, strong female. He dropped her bottom onto the console, then reached back to slam his palm against the alarm-reset control in the same movement.
"I think we can give it another ten minutes," he told her.
"It should be enough," Talas agreed, antennae twitching with amusement. She stretched out her legs at him suggestively.
With military timing, Shran pulled off her boots, then her trousers. No need to remove his-- they were still down around his knees. So there were no barriers now, nothing to get in the way as Shran slid her bottom to the edge of the console and shoved his cock between her waiting thighs, pleasing it and himself immeasurably.
She was matchless, sealed and heated around him. As he pushed inside her even further, he could feel the sensitive head of his penis brushing the curve of her insides.
Something slammed into his back, pushing him even deeper. It was her heels, locked together and digging into his vertebrae. He�d have a bruise, later.
Shran didn�t mind. The move was urgent and demanding and ah, that felt marvelous, just as he�d imagined it might, alone in his quarters at night. No, better. It took all the strength in his abdomen to pull back, none at all to fall back in.
Moving in this position he was eye to eye with her. Hers were closed. So Shran closed his, and he left the office and went to a place where there was only each moment of this to be experienced and savored. Nothing to focus on except the back and forth, forcing himself out, feeling every tiny, exquisite friction, that edge of anticipation, then pushing back in, all too fast.
"Attention...to...duty!" Talas said, little panting breaths punctuating each word. She was babbling, and Shran didn�t care, because he could taste the skin at her neck against his lips, and smell the military-regulation shampoo-smell of her hair with his nose and antennae, a surprisingly erotic scent in and of itself.
Shran was getting close; the tension was thickening in his chest, his belly, growing impossibly more tight with each of her panting breaths. He hoped he would last-- surely he wouldn�t!
A shudder in her abdomen later, the muscles inside her clenched around his cock and surely that would do it--
Then he could only hear his own heartbeat thumping in his ears, because she�d clasped his head in her strong hands. Her long fingers and smooth nails teased around the base of his antennae, gliding up and down with surprising and sensitive delicacy. That did it, that overload of sensation-- with a wheeze and a jerk of his antennae he climaxed; the torpedo-sized knot of tension in his belly expelled itself in a rush. Talas held him close, fingers never ceasing their gentle touch on his scalp.
It took a minute or so for them both to catch their breath. They�d earned it. He also allowed himself to pull back but not too far, nearly close enough for their noses to touch, to look at her. The sterile light of his office crept into the preiphery of his vision, and he ignored it for a bit to focus on the intangible. The Empire owed him that, at least.
Talas smiled at him. It was her usual smug expression, but tinged with a soft sort of happiness he�d not seen on her before. It was a bit unreal, truly.
"Time for more?" Talas asked, not quite breathily but close enough.
"I think you�re asking too much of me, Lieutenant," Shran teased. "I have only so much to give in the line of duty." Still, he considered the idea with some seriousness.
Talas leaned back to check the timer on the console, giving Shran a faceful of sweaty female chest. He licked some of the sweat off her breastbone and thought that he might just move her in to his office, once they were legally joined. Could she continue to serve under him, in more ways than one?
Talas rolled back, bumping her chin on his nose. "One minute."
Shran sighed. He couldn�t keep resetting the alarm all day. And sooner or later someone else on Kumari�s crew was bound to need his attention for something or other. Still, it wouldn�t hurt to ask, would it? "I could excuse you from your duties for a bit."
"Abuse of power, Sir," Talas said, and unhooked her ankles from his back so he could step away.
"I suppose," Shran said.
"I have to check on my armory ensigns, anyway. All those new kids," Talas continued, jumping down from the console. She stood there for a moment, boldly and powerfully naked with her hands on her hips, looking around his office floor for her clothes. "But we do have some things to discuss, at some point."
"Yes," Shran agreed. Oh hell, what could he offer her that could compare to what she offered him? A new, better Empire, maybe? He smiled to himself and pulled up his uniform trousers. "I�ll expect an armory report from you later."
"What time?" Talas asked, pulling on her sleeveless top. She was definitely a starship officer; she could dress pretty damned quickly. Too quickly.
"Eighteen hundred, Lieutenant. My quarters."
"I�ll bring the ale. Sir," Talas said, and with a spin on her heel, exited the office without checking to see if he�d finished dressing.

Beep....beep...

Shran smiled, and turned off the alarm.
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