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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 III - Graduation Day

Author: Margaret Brown, aka Andromeda Valentine

Fandom: Andromeda

Pairing: Dylan/Rommie

Rating: NC-17

Status: New (05/16/03); 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: Part Three of the 'Private Education' series

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

Disclaimers: Not mine, and likely never will be - Rommie and Dylan belong to Tribune...

Summary: Rommie puts what she's learned to good use...

Notes: Just for the record, there *may* be a fourth part of this series - we'll see how it goes...
And for those not getting Rommie's "'girl' versus 'warship'" crack, it's from the ep Twilight of the Ancients.
Dylan: "That's my girl!"

Rommie: "I prefer 'warship.'"

Dylan: "Well, I prefer 'girl'."

Rommie: *drops a bad guy before Dylan can even react*

Dylan: "Okay - warship..."

Warnings: None
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Another door, another moment of hesitation...
Sighing with impatience, Rommie shook her nervousness off and slipped soundlessly into the room. She'd waited weeks for this chance, and not even the repeating litany in her head of all the ways this could go horribly wrong could stop her.
Nothing was ever won by *not* trying, and, in this case, the potential prize was worth any risk. Besides, the setup couldn't have been more perfect if she'd plotted every little detail herself - lush surroundings, a slow, sensual rain pounding on the roof, and the crazy-making ennui of a long, very tedious diplomatic mission on a foreign world...
She moved quietly to the bed, and frowned at the sudden rush of sentimentality she felt looking down at its occupant. Dylan, for once, slept the utterly relaxed sleep of a man with no worries, and the rare sight of him so completely at peace made it that much more difficult to keep her emotions in check.
Given her unique ability to eavesdrop on those within her ship-self, discovering some of Dylan's favorite fantasies had been easy - and she'd been doubly rewarded by the discovery that she starred in many of them. There was one he seemed to cherish more than the others, though, so she'd settled on that one as her starting point.
That was why she was clad only in a silk shift, dyed crimson to match the streaks in her hair and so sheer that she might as well have not been wearing it. It seemed pointless to be wearing anything at all right then, of course, but she had to admit it looked good, and that she wasn't quite prepared to climb into Dylan's bed stark naked anyway.
Settling herself astride Dylan's hips, she allowed herself one last lingering moment as she stared down at his face. The trials of the last three years had aged him, but he still looked as beautiful as ever to her.
Smiling again at her schoolgirl romanticism, she brushed the lightest of kisses across his lips and closed eyelids.
No longer needing to be cautious, she let her curiosity take over, her hands roaming as she savored the unfamiliar feel of his skin under her fingers. Dylan stirred slightly at her touch, but didn't fully wake.
A sudden impish determination to see what she could get away with before he woke came over her, and she trailed kisses across his chest before pausing to suck lightly at one nipple. Dylan still didn't wake, but it was obvious that he was enjoying it even in his sleep.
Growing bolder, she continued trailing kisses down his chest and stomach, pausing only to loosen the drawstring of his pajama pants before tugging them down just enough to expose him to her view. She'd seen him naked on several occasions, but this was the first time she'd felt free to let her eyes linger.
Another wave of hesitation washed over her then as she reached to take him in hand - she was suddenly all too aware of the line she was crossing - but it fled away completely when he shifted in his sleep and moaned her name as she stroked him to full hardness.
Her nervousness finally shifted to certainty, and a grin flickered across her face. Time to shake things up...
She heard him gasp his way to full consciousness as her mouth wrapped around his cock. He tried to articulate some sort of question or protest, but she'd learned her lessons well, and all he could do after a few seconds was moan and gasp in pleasure at the combination of damp heat and suction.
His eyes flew open in confusion when she stopped suddenly and moved to settle herself across his hips again. It was underhanded, she knew, to tease him like that and cloud his judgment, but she was willing to play any advantage she could get right now. Besides, he'd thank her for it later...
Leaning forward, she bent down to whisper in his ear.
"Your call, Dylan - say the word, and this ends here. Or," she ground herself against his erection, making him gasp, "you can have what you've been dreaming about. No strings - just tonight, here and now, if that's how you want it."
There was a long, heart-stopping moment while she waited for his reaction, punctuated only by the sound of the drumming rain, and she almost went weak with relief when he finally just turned his head to kiss her, hard, his tongue playing in and out of her mouth in a teasing promise of what was to come.
Dylan paused just long enough to roll Rommie under him before reaching for her, and she arched into his touch as his hands moved to toy with painfully erect nipples through the thin silk of her shift, thumbs circling and teasing them even harder.
She actually whimpered as Dylan's mouth closed around a nipple instead, the wet suction riding the edge of pleasure and pain. His newly freed hand wandered down between her legs, and her whimper turned into a moan as he began stroking her through the silk.
Then Dylan's mouth replaced his hand, and even her moans were replaced by a choked cry as she tumbled headfirst over the edge.
The sensation of Dylan sliding two fingers into her was only amplified by the aftershocks still rippling through her, and she moaned in pleasure and pain as oversensitized nerves roared back to life.
The slow, careful rhythm Dylan set was torture, bringing her a heart beat away from release but never actually letting her reach it again. Finally, her moans and cries turned to pleading.
"Dylan...please..."
She almost screamed in pleasure as he finally slid inside her, burying himself to the root. He set the same slow, torturous rhythm as before, still toying with her, until she was sure the tension would break her in two.
"Dylan..." she gasped out "quit...playing...and just...take me..."
With that, the last of his self-control snapped, and they moved together in a frenzy until they both came with a cry.
Several moments later, Rommie spoke into the companionable silence. "You keep that up, and Harper's going to have to start stocking up on replacement circuits. I'm pretty sure that blew at least a few of them..."
Dylan just grinned, shifting to lean on one arm as he peered down at her. "That mean there's going to be a next time?"
Rommie grinned back. "After that? Hell yeah."
"That's my girl." Dylan said with a laugh as he settled onto his back again. "If you want to be, that is." he added, looking over at her.
Rommie turned to lay against his chest. "Well, we're going to have to work on the whole 'girl' versus 'warship' thing. And we're going to have to talk about Captain Valentine."
That prompted a confused look. "Beka? But we aren-" Then Dylan caught Rommie's Cheshire Cat grin. "So *that's* what you two have been up to..."
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