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'Private Education' Series	By : Phoenyxphiyre Category: 1 through F > Andromeda Views: 6731 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Title: Private Education II: Extracurricular Activities

Author: Margaret Brown, aka Andromeda Valentine

Fandom: Andromeda

Pairing: Beka/Rommie

Rating: NC-17

Status: New (04/15/03); Complete

Archive: Yes to list archives, anyone else please ask first.

Feedback: Yes, please!!

E-mail address for feedback: andromeda_valentine@hotmail.com

Series/Sequel: Private Education

Other Websites: Crimson Redd - http://www.angelfire.com/goth/crimsonredd

Disclaimers: Not mine - Tribune's. Just like usual.

Summary: Rommie gets an unexpected lesson from Beka.

Notes: Welcome to the showers of the Andromeda Ascendant, where hot water and soap suds flow eternal, and the misuse of said soap suds doesn't lead to itching in embarrassing places. *snerk*

Warnings: Explicit femmeslash. (Uh, duh?)
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The metallic clang of colliding forcelances rang out across the gym, accompanied by laughter and the patter of scurrying footsteps.
"Hah! Got you!" Beka crowed triumphantly as Rommie skittered backward, still smirking even through the counterattack that followed.
Only moments later, however, she felt Rommie's forcelance connect solidly with her hand as her own - caught in the middle of a complicated one-handed maneuver - went skidding across the practice mat.
Cursing under her breath and shaking her hand, she finally decided her patience had run out. "Okay, I give. I've been humiliated enough for one day, I think."
Rommie just smiled as she took Beka's injured hand in her own and studied it, gingerly turning it and manipulating it despite Beka's protests. "Nothing's broken. You'll have a nasty bruise, but that's about it."
"Thank you, Nurse Rommie!" Beka commented wryly. "Are we done here? 'Cause I really need a shower - and what's left of my self-esteem."
"Class dismissed." Rommie said with a smirk. "We'll batter the rest of that self-esteem down tomorrow."
"Gee, thanks." Beka just rolled her eyes, amusement nonetheless clear in her expression, and headed off for the showers.
Rommie followed a moment later, and, as so often happened lately, Beka found herself watching the petite brunette with renewed interest. She'd thought Rommie's scheme laughable - and even a little dangerous - at first, though she'd reluctantly given her consent as Tyr's mate to his part in it, just to see what happened>

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To her amused surprise, Rommie had blossomed under Tyr's tutelage, her new-found confidence and sexuality radiating out of her with an intensity that had Beka climbing the walls a little more each day. To make it worse, the woman was *teasing* her - maybe not consciously, even, but it was blazingly obvious that she knew on some level *exactly* what she did to Beka, and enjoyed every moment of it.
Like now, for instance...
By her eyes, Rommie was, presumably, lost somewhere deep in thought, but the slow, lazy way she was soaping herself down *had* to be deliberate. It was most certainly several kinds of pornographic...
Maybe it was the irritating way her mouth went dry as she watched Rommie's hands roam that much lower on her stomach, or the barest hint of a smirk she saw on those damned luscious lips, but Beka suddenly decided it was time for Rommie to learn a thing or two about teasing and its consequences.
She slipped right up behind her, taking the net bath sponge from Rommie's fingers as she watched her jump a little in surprise. Then she started running the sponge lazily over Rommie's neck, shoulders, and back.
The gesture was deceptive in its familiarity - between the gym and their various injuries, the whole crew had seen and touched each other in pretty much every conceivable state of undress. Only Beka's knowing smirk gave her intentions away, and she was fairly sure Rommie wasn't paying enough attention to her to catch it.
In fact, she barely reacted when the sponge - and Beka's free hand - slid down to her ass as Beka copped an extremely obvious feel. Taking the lack of overt response as acquiescence, Beka let her hands linger, retracing their earlier path several times over.
Rommie, seemingly unconcerned, simply leaned forward slightly, placing both hands against the wall and shifting her weight away from Beka to one foot as she stood with her head bowed under the spray of water.
Beka's pulse jumped up another notch or two as she watched the muscles play across Rommie's back under wet skin. Growing bolder, she let her hands trail up to skim the sides of Rommie's breasts, just to see what she did.
If she got knocked cold for her pains, Rommie was uninterested, and she would simply join the ranks of the many people Rommie had shot down, with a laugh and no hard feelings...she hoped.
Surprisingly, Rommie instead capitulated with the tiniest of sighs.
Beka, smirk now a full-fledged grin, jumped right back into the game without missing a step. She traced a slow path back down to Rommie's stomach, then over and up again to her breasts, and had to suppress a shudder when she slid her leg in between Rommie's and felt her buck slightly against her thigh. The damp heat she felt against her leg had nothing to do with hot water...
Rommie shifted her weight again, leaning back against Beka now, and Beka took the movement as permission to continue. Then Rommie leaned her head over to one side, eyes closed as she rested against Beka's shoulder and let out another contented sigh.
Strangely moved by the unusual display of trust, Beka decided to slow things down a little. Tracing languid circles with the sponge over the swell of first one breast and then the other, she also allowed her free hand to slide between Rommie's legs.
Rommie's moan as her fingers slid over sensitive flesh made Beka acutely aware of her own arousal, but self-denial had eve ever increased her enjoyment. First she'd teach Rommie to appreciate the pleasure she was receiving. Then she'd teach her how to return it, many, many times over...
Beka dropped the sponge and starting teasing each of Rommie's nipples in turn with nimble fingers. Her other hand continued its teasing exploration of the swollen flesh between ie'ie's legs until Rommie's cries were echoing off the shower walls.
Rommie snaked both arms up around Beka's neck to steady herself as a particularly strong ripple of pleasure washed over her, and Beka used the opportunity to slide two fingers into her.
Rommie shuddered as her shifting weight against Beka's hand and thigh pushed Beka's fingers deep and held them there. Mindless with pleasure, she rode the mutual rhythm they both set until Beka, curling her fingers, found that tiny little bundle of nerves that sent her screaming into oblivion.
Before the aftershocks had even faded, Beka had her pressed up against the wall, kissing her and whispering about one final lesson. Still in a daze, Rommie *finally* comprehended that Beka was asking for some sort of permission and nodded her assent.
Beka's mouth on her breast snapped Rommie out of it all with a startled moan, painfully overexcited nerves rushing back to life as Beka's hands and mouth roamed all over her body.
Beka couldn't suppress a smile as her mouth dipped lower and lower, noting how Rommie was already trembling and gasping by the time she'd worked her way down to plant kisses on each thigh.
Rommie had to flatten herself against thll fll for support when Beka's tongue flicked across her clit, the oversensitized nub registering the sensation as a mixture of pleasure and pain.
Beka continued licking, sucking, and nipping until Rommie's current loud cries made her previous ones sound like whispers in comparison. Then, with a final flick of her tongue, she sent Rommie over the edge into agasmgasm that made even her fingers curl.
Rommie, now grinning as broadly as Beka, sank to the floor in a boneless heap.
Beka's eyes, though, were rooted to the shower wall. "Holy shit-!"
Where each of Rommie's hands had been, there were five little holes bored into the tile.
Beka spent a long moment being thankful Rommie's hands had been somewhere other than on her, then caught Rommie's shocked expression and burst into a fit of giggles. "Well, at least we know you enjoyed yourself." she gasped out. "Oh, god - Dylan's face when he sees-!"
With that, they *both* collapsed into giggles.
Several moments later, dressed again, they stood looking at the two damaged tiles on the shower wall.
"So," Beka wondered aloud, "what about those tiles?"
Rommie looked thoughtful for a moment, then simply shrugged. "Handholds."
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