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Domestic Bliss	By : Bebe Category: 1 through F > Andromeda Views: 355 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Domestic Bliss
Author: Bebe
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Tribune owns all rights to Andromeda.
Spoilers: None.
Feedback: Praise and constructive criticism welcome.
Pairing: Beka/TRhade
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Summary: What Rhade wants.
Author's Note: Sap. Pure, gooey, unadulterated sap. No apologies.

Rhade smiled, involuntarily, when he stepped into his quarters. He managed to mute it before Beka looked up at him from where she was sitting on the bed. “Quiet night.”
“Here at least,” she said, shifting a little. “I guess Command, too?”
“Yes. Nothing but the ship crushing rocks.” He started to shed his clothes. “What are you reading?”
“Rereading.” She waved the holonovel. “Not much. I just need something to do. Light duty’s for the birds.”
“I would think you’d be enjoying the rest.”
“Not really.” She was quiet for a moment, studying him as he slipped off the last garment. “Getting a shower?”
“A quick one. Are you tired?”
A shrug. “Yeah. Of course. Don’t rush if you don’t want to, I’m okay for a while. I’m still in the middle of a chapter.”
“Very well.” He slipped into the bathroom, her focus back on the story before the door closed behind him. Pleased at the image she had presented when he’d come in, he let the smile spread once more, and did his best to make the shower short so he could see it again.
It was still a few minutes before he finished cleaning up and was generally readied for bed. He didn’t usually mind the evening shifts, but they were awkward for easing into the night, and he disliked keeping Beka up waiting for him, especially now when she was frequently so much more exhausted than usual. With her on light duty, though, someone had to take up the spots, and there were only so many new crewmembers that Dylan trusted enough to do so as the senior officer on duty, so he was on it more than usual.
Still, he didn’t mind the aspect where he came home to her in his bed. Even more so now: when he went back out into the larger room, she was in essentially the same place, still reading, now with one hand absentmindedly rubbing at a spot on her swollen abdomen. She didn’t react at him moving onto the bed, but did look up when he asked, “Pain?”
“No.” She shook her head, redundantly. “Just moving. Here,” she caught his hand and put it where hers had been, leaving hers on top. As she had said, their child was shifting restlessly, pressing up at his hand. His smile widened at the feel.
“Has it been doing that long?”
“No, just the last couple of minutes. It’ll probably quit soon. I hope.”
“Just in time for you to sleep?”
“Exactly.”
They stayed like that a moment longer, until the baby rolled away. He waited, but nothing more happened, and he reluctantly pulled his hand back. When he checked on Beka, she was watching him and smirking. “What?”
“You really like that, don’t you?”
“Of course. Our child, healthy and strong; what more would I want?”
She set down the holonovel, still looking at him. The smirk may have faltered a little. “I can think of a few things. Power, control, a Nietzschean harem all pregnant…”
“My wife wearing less than she is?” He reached over to her again and tugged just a little at the bottom of the tank top she wore. He couldn’t tug much, with the fabric’s stretch at its limit.
She made a face. “Yeah, with a huge stomach and stretch marks.”
“Exactly.” He leaned to kiss her shoulder. “Evidence of your fertility. More proof that you’re a worthy mate.”
“An ego trip that you could get me knocked up?”
He grinned wolfishly. “Precisely.” He kissed her shoulder again and started working toward her neck. “Do you need persuading?”
“Yeah, I think I do.” She leaned back against the pillows a little more. “Persuade me.”
Rhade wasted no time doing so. He went straight for the most sensitive spot on her neck, which he knew would garner at least a moan, and got one almost immediately as he sucked there. Her hand came to rest on his waist as he did so; when he moved up to set his teeth gently on her earlobe her fingers curled into him. He took it as encouragement and moved to her mouth. The first kiss was gentle as well, barely touching. When she didn’t push him away he tried again, a little harder, and she parted her lips for him. He stayed there for a long while, not taking it further but just trying to sway her toward his preferred result, teasing with his lips and tongue until she sighed and slid her other hand up to his shoulder. He kissed her a moment longer before asking, quietly, “Persuaded?”
“Working on it.”
One more press of his lips to hers and he drew away. When she seemed confused, he just moved to kneel in front of her and reached for the tank top again. She let him draw it up, straightening up from the pillows just enough for him to get it off.
She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Once he’d dropped it off the side of the bed, he paused to study the lush curves it had been unsuccessfully trying to hide: a rounded stomach, her breasts made more generous than before, pale skin and darkened nipples. “Yes, this is definitely something else to want.”
Beka grimaced. “If you say so.” She started to move her arms as if she wanted to block his view, probably unconsciously, but he caught her wrists to prevent it.
“No, let me.” She didn’t seem reassured, but didn’t fight him moving her hands away from her torso. He held her wrists loosely at her sides and leaned to kiss her again. “Beautiful.”
When she didn’t answer, not even to argue, he let her go. Instead he pressed his palms to the pillow on either side of her and leaned to kiss the inner curve of her breast. She sighed as he moved to her nipple, gently sucking it into his mouth. He’d learned a few months ago to avoid being rough; when he’d last tried to bite her, something she normally liked, she’d yelped and literally kicked him off the bed. Now he sucked and licked, careful not to press too hard, and she seemed to appreciate it, shifting against the pillows and sighing again. Taking that as encouragement, he moved to the other side and continued, freeing one hand to tease the first breast.
The smell and taste of her was starting to distract him from his focus. She was getting aroused at his touch, her nipples hardening more at the stimulation, and with every breath her scent got heavier. After a few minutes, he couldn’t resist anymore and pulled back again, this time to move the blankets down from her hips.
All she was wearing underneath was a pair of underwear, pushed down under the roundness of her stomach, and with the additional layers removed her smell was even stronger. When he pressed one hand between her legs, he could feel dampness through the fabric and she shifted again to give him a better angle. “I think you may have been persuaded,” he murmured, and she smiled a little.
“Yeah, well, you’re better than you should be at that. That’s how I got this way, after all.” She lifted her hips enough for him to tug the underwear down her legs and let him pull her down the bed more, until she was still propped against the pillows but lying flatter nonetheless and he could kneel between her legs instead of beside them. When he lifted one of her knees to give himself more room, she raised an eyebrow but didn’t comment otherwise. He didn’t think she would complain, precisely, but he was always prepared for sarcasm or a pointed comment with Beka.
Rhade gently slid two fingers into her, surprised at how wet she actually was. She bit her lip in response, but didn’t do anything else to indicate a reaction; he could hear her heart jump at the touch, though. Encouraged, he continued, slipping them in a slow rhythm that seemed to appeal. At least, she started moving to meet them. She actually gasped when he moved his thumb to rub where she was most sensitive, in time with his fingers.
The small sound had an outsized effect. He’d been half-hard once he’d entered their quarters and seen her so unwittingly enticing, and that had only increased at her nakedness and willing response to his touch. He was fully erect already even before that little noise, and now he felt the throb of his own need in reaction. He curled his fingers into her, the motion unintentional but making her whimper and arch up to his touch nonetheless. Intrigued, he did it again deliberately. This time, after her initial shift at the change of pressure, she told him, “You’ve persuaded me. Now do something about it.”
He grinned, only partly in amusement at the expected caustic nature of the inevitable remark. It may have looked predatory, with how he was feeling by now. Either way, the apparent slight disappointment when he withdrew his fingers was gratifying, no matter the tones of her voice and that it had been her request. It even made it more painful to take the time to shed his own underwear before rejoining her.
She was still propped up some on the pillows. Mindful of how uncomfortable she’d be on her back, he kept her there, instead kneeling again between her thighs and easing them up onto his. She let him manipulate her, pushing her feet against the mattress when he put them there to help him slide her just a little higher on his legs. The slight motion released another wave of her scent and he could feel himself twitch at even that minor a stimulation. Trying to focus, he leaned over to kiss her, surprised when she not only returned the kiss but reached up to keep him there for a long moment, fingers twined in his hair. When she finally released him, she let her hands drop to his forearms; the light brush of her fingertips over the base of his boneblades was definitely deliberate and undid any concentration he’d gained. It didn’t matter anyway seconds later when he started to press slowly inside her, the heat surrounding him as he moved enough to undo that same concentration even if she hadn’t already.
It was slow progress, but when he finally settled fully inside her she sighed and tensed her legs like she was trying to push herself just a little bit further onto him, even though he was already as deep as he could be. He groaned when she did. It was hard enough fighting his own urge to push her back down to the mattress and drive into her without her moving and testing his control. He couldn’t let go, couldn’t hurt her, but he had to do something to please her, and so he gripped her hips tighter and started to glide in and out. Slowly.
The pace was torture, but he had to be careful, and she seemed to enjoy it, her fingers flexing on his arms. She had her eyes closed, which made it harder to gauge, but then he changed the angle just slightly to try to support her better, and a faint smile crossed her face. “There…”
“There?” He kept going, giving into his own urge to move a little faster, and she tightened her fingers again.
“There!” The dig into his arm was harder now, and this time she pressed right against the base of a blade on either side. He groaned at the pleasure from the contact right at one of his most sensitive spots, and his rhythm broke for just a second; the sound Beka made at that was of disappointment, and he forced himself to reorient and continue the slow thrusts that she seemed to like so much. He wasn’t sure if pleasing her would help or hinder him in that, with the position of her fingers unchanged, but he was willing to risk it. Either way, he wanted her pleased and this seemed to be the way to do it; her eyelids had drifted shut, though that smile was still on her lips, and she was making encouraging noises with almost every stroke now. Even if he hadn’t been able to hear her heartbeat rocketing higher he would have been sure that she was getting closer to orgasm, and the way she kept tensing and relaxing her thighs against his hips and her hands on his arms confirmed it. And it couldn’t happen fast enough for him.
He didn’t have to wait long, his movement triggering a gasp, and she arched up. He could feel her rippling around him, and then as she tightened her grip on him he stopped noticing her ecstasy as his own overwhelmed him, pulling him shuddering with her.
When he finally was calming again, recovering himself enough to worry about her condition, she was relaxed under him, though still breathing heavily. “Get what you wanted?” she asked, as if she were not flushed from her own orgasm.
“More than.” He leaned to kiss her, as difficult as it was at that angle. He wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity for more of what he wanted.

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