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Decisions, Decisions	By : myladymystere Category: 1 through F > Andromeda Views: 3509 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: All licensing and trademark rights belong to Tribune Entertainment and MBR Productions. I do not own or profit from Gene Roddenberry's Andromeda or from my writing of fanfic. Nor am I connected to it in any way: if I had been I would have rescued Gaheris from the past and have both Rhade�s pursuing Beka (wait!! could that be a future storyline of mine??...hmm....)
This is the last chapter of my much longer than planned story "Decisions, Decisions. But not the end of my writing Beka/Rhade. I already have 2 more 'quickies' outlined. This story was the second time ever that I took a daydream out of my head and put down on 'paper' and I thank all my readers and reviewers --you all are great!!!

P.S.--had to add this as I am in the middle of writing this chapter - growing much longer than original -I have NO self-control were Rhade is concerned!!! Argg...but who would??

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Chapter 5

Rhade began to purr as he felt the brush of Beka's lips against the cords of his throat. It had been a long time since he had experienced anything as satisfying as this moment. He stretched his much more massive frame along the long slim lines of the lovely lady next to him and enjoyed the sensation of his shaft stirring inside her. He frowned though, when he heard her moan. 'Was that a happy sated I'm ready for more- moan' or an 'I just got pounded by a lust-blinded brute- moan?' Pulling out of his post coital haze he realized he had better find out...now. Beka was so slender, and built on fine lines like a superb racing animal, that now in hindsight and with a much clearer head he was worried. He had lost control when she whispered her want and desire in his ear and that had never happened before. Rhade remembered with a wince the power behind his forceful thrusts and hoped Beka wasn't sore and disgruntled with him now. But the feel of her wrapped around his cock like a warm wet tight fist had been his undoing. He should have more careful of her and her more delicate human physique he berated himself. His hand had been at the small of her back holding her feminine center hard against his hips. Now he stroked it up the smooth satiny skin that was rapidly cooling, exposed to the room's air. Burying his fingers in her thick hair, he gently tugged so he could peer into her face. Her eyes were closed, her face slack and her expression unhelpful.

Despite what Beka had said and thought, Rhade did not have a huge sexual past. On Terazed the Nietzschean community was very strict about bloodlines because they were so isolated and casual sex was almost unheard of. Human parents kept their daughters well away from Nietzschean males. He had only one lover before meeting and marrying Jillian and his wife had been a virgin herself. Recently he had gotten together with a couple of girls he met in bars but they had been 'working' and since he usually had been drunk he had gained no great skill though those encounters. He groaned, not only had he possibly hurt her but he all the technique of a rutting Vedran wild boar.

"Beka are you okay?" Rhade asked. Hesitant to hear the answer he waited.

"Okay??" she mumbled, "I'm fucking fantastic!!"

Blinking gazed over blue eyes she looked up into his still worried face.

Her gaze cleared slightly and she gave him a slow satiated smile. She arched closer to his warmth and nuzzled his throat and stubble roughened jaw. Between bites and little licks she began to sooth any concerns he had about anything. Damn he was glad she wasn't concerned about appearing unaffected by what they had just shared together. Beka huskily voiced how she thought he was wonderful, how he had drove her crazy and how they had come for each other was exactly what she had been craving. He felt relief quickly followed by overflowing self confidence. He admired her for sharing her assurances with him and felt renewed arousal surging though him for his mate. He opened up to her about his own desires.

"Beka you can't imagine how much I have been starved for you", he confided, "how I have envisioned stripping you naked and being with you.

"Really, well I can't wait. Don't hesitate in starting." She teased, trying to lighten the mood.

"I thought I already had" Rhade said with a slight scowl.

"Nah ...you don't remember?" "I'm not naked yet" she reminded him.

Rhade felt a silky soft sensation caressing the back of his thigh and along his flank as she shifted her leg. His cock hardened and grew as his mind scrabbled. He grinned at her ...her ridiculous socks!

"Well that's okay I guess, I still have my socks on as well."

"You still have you pants on too!" "I don't suppose you can take them off and still stay inside me at the same time?" She asked hopefully.

"Even my superior Nietzschean intellect can't figure that one out," Rhade sighed.

Beka gave him a sharp nip on his neck. Telemachus hoped that would leave a mark too. He wanted to remain buried in her heated depths and start all over again but practicality reared its ugly head. He was gratified to hear Beka's mournful moan as he drew out of her. Twisting, he sat up and bent at the waist to pull his boots off first. Something Beka was not happy to discover.

"Damn it! You had your boots still on and in my bed!" Was her outraged observation.

Rhade was secretly pleased that Beka had been so blinded by passion that she hadn't noticed until now. He quickly tossed them over the foot of the bed where they landed with huge thuds. His own plain gray socks followed. Shimmying out of his pants he draped them over the low footboard before turning back to a still softly grumbling Beka. She had rolled over onto her back and was lying relaxed before him. His gaze possessively recorded every inch of her pale loveliness. With masculine interest he watched a flush spread as she became aware of his intent regard. He also noticed with a grin it did not stop her from stretching provocatively and letting her long legs splay slightly open. As much as Rhade was tempted he heaved himself out of the bed. Ignoring Beka's pout, he padded over to her tiny washroom. He reached under the sink for a wash cloth and ran the water until it was warm. Slowly cleaning himself, he watched her watching him in the mirror. With one hand he lifted his still half hard cock so he could swirl the cloth over his balls and then he circled and dragged it the length of his rapidly growing erection. Rinsing the cloth under the water Rhade caught her disappointed expression. He couldn't stop his husky chuckle. Meeting his eyes in the reflection she laughed as well before giving him a fierce mock scowl. Her voice was serious though as she questioned him.

"Telemachus, you seem awfully familiar with my private quarters."

Looking over his shoulder he just grinned at her.

"Have you been sleeping in my bed when you've taken the Maru out on missions without me?" She queried, frowning slightly.

"Oh Beka, not just sleeping in it," his masculine grin widening.

"Argg!!!" she cried, throwing a small pillow in his direction. It fell sadly short.

Wringing out the washcloth he walked with a slight swagger back to the bed with it, scooping up the pillow on his way. Causing the mattress to dip he settled next to her hip. Beka widened her thighs and he took his time wiping away the residue of their mixed juices. When he was finished he easily threw the balled up wash cloth, having it land neatly in the sink. His calloused fingertips ruffled her damp red curls and she stretched under his touch.

"Harper and Trance both mentioned you were a natural redhead." Rhade told her.

"Hmmm..."

"How did they know?" Was his ever so casual question.

"You really want to know how Harper found out," she replied.

At his rumbling growl, she sighed.

"I was actually red haired as well and only went blonde after we met," she explained in an aggravated tone.

Mollified, Rhade stretched out beside her, his hand never leaving her nest of trimmed curls as he continued to caress her.

"Aren't you a little curious how Trance knew?" She teased.

Rhade stilled, even his hand paused as he strove for a neutral expression. He raised an inquiring eyebrow and she giggled at him.

"Oh, I just told and showed her," Beka said.

Shaking her head, fiery curls tumbled before another toss restored the pale tawny color and dark streaks he preferred. He saw Beka's gaze shift and her grin slip into a wince as she turned onto her side, causing her pert breasts to jiggle nicely he noticed. His palm reluctantly slid to the curve of her hip at her change of position. Her feather light touch brushed his shoulder.

"That's going to leave mark," she told him in an apologetic tone.

Her probing fingertips tested the taunt skin around the bite on his shoulder.

"I hope so," he purred. "And this one too." he said, tilting his head to showoff the smaller bite under his jaw. "I want your marks on me; feel free to go 'wild'." Rhade urged her quite seriously.

"Okay, I'll have to remember that," Beka replied, adding "I probably have a few bruises myself."

His searching gaze swept her pale skin and spied small darking circles from his fingers on her waist. The protective part of him worried that sometime during their lovemaking he might go too far and Beka would become wary of his strength and disgusted with his inability to control it; the other larger alpha portion relished his marks that showed his claiming of her. Telemachus' thumb gently smoothed over the bruises as he frowned. He felt the firm pressure of Beka's palm cupping his jaw as she made him meet her gaze.

"Rhade, I like it rough and bruises don't bother me." she assured him.

"Really?" Rhade asked.

"Really, and I'll try to be gentle with you, but you make it awfully hard" she teased. "Speaking of hard..."

Rhade felt her cool palm slide down to his chest and smooth over his skin before trailing down his flat belly to his patiently waiting erection. Her nails rasped through his coarse pubic hair before long strong fingers circled the root of his hard shaft. She moved them to just below the crown of his cock before returning back to the base. She began repeating this movement, starting feather light to increasing the pressure to delicious firmness. Rhade arched his back and could not halt himself from pushing into her hand with shallow surges. All during her exploration Beka had not broken her gaze from his and seemed to enjoy gauging his reactions. Seeing her smile he felt her nails gently rake before she cupped her palm over the head of his cock and circled there. Slick pre-cum rapidly leaked and the sensations grew until small noises escaped his throat. Rhade reassured himself that they did not remotely resemble whimpers.

He felt Beka withdraw her hand and circle the base of his cock again. With relief he drew a deep shuddering breath and tried to regain the threads of his much valued Nietzschean self-control. He only had a micro-second before Beka's fingertips drifted and began playing on the smooth skin of his sensitive scrotum.

"Nice," she complimented "You shave?"

"No," Rhade gasped "most Nietzschean males are naturally hairless there"

"Ohh...I wonder what it will be like to lick you there...to take your balls into my mouth and roll them around my tongue?" Beka teased him musingly as she gave him a gentle squeeze.

"Beka, you'd better hush!" Rhade threatened her, of what he couldn't fathom and rumbled an unconvincing growl.

She just gave a sultry laugh before continuing as if he hadn't interrupted. "Do you know how badly I want to lick every inch of you and find out how far I can swallow your cock down my throat before I choke on your..."

With a roar that drowned out the rest of her sentence, Rhade grabbed her wrist in a steel grip and wrenched it away. Using his larger frame he pushed Beka flat on her back and surged over her, trapping her with his greater weight. Telemachus' muscled thighs forced her slim ones apart and he wedged his hips into the cradle of hers. He forced her arm up and pinned her captured wrist over her head on the pillow. He growled down at her, his sable hair falling to be a silky curtain around their faces. He was heady with the smell of her arousal and felt the excited shallow pants of her breaths against his own torso. He really hoped she was serious when she assured him she liked it rough because he felt his desire rising and feared it would soon rage unchecked. She shifted and he felt a nudge against his hand holding her wrist prisoner just above her head. Glancing up he saw her free hand laying on the pillow along side her other one. Easily, his large hand grasped both of her wrists and he looked back down into her eyes. Beka's bright blue eyes returned his gaze unblinkingly. Though he was clearly in the dominant position he felt weak when he realized how much trust Beka had in him. Even as he ground his cock against the softness of her belly he dipped his head and captured her lips in a tender kiss.

Their kiss rapidly evolved into something much more smoldering as she parted her lips and he swallowed the soft whimpers Beka made in his mouth. She knew how to fan the flames of his possessive nature as he instinctly started a thrusting rhythm with his tongue into the moist cavern of her mouth. He was balanced on his elbow but most of his weight was pushing Beka into the bed as he felt her try to writhe against him. He moved off her barely and she took advantage of her slight freedom to rub her breasts against his chest. Breasts, he suddenly realized he had yet to explore. Shifting his body lower he rubbed the underside of his cock against her clit before settling against her nest of curls. Rhade began biting, nipping and licking his way down her throat, pausing once to grasp the pale flesh and suck. Purposely leaving a rosy mark now that he had her permission and then swiftly continuing to the pale curves that had tempted him for so long. Once achieving his destination he pulled back to look his full at Beka's breasts and her puckering pink nipples. She jiggled them enticingly as she murmured to him. Rhade's lust filled mind only registered hazily what she said. But how he loved that she was a talker and noisy so that his ego didn't have to guess at her pleasure. When she shared how much she felt it made him feel invincible and her openness was a treasure beyond price.

With long languid strokes his tongue laved the under curves of her beautiful breasts, his nose nudging their weight gently. Rhade traced the blue veins that traversed her white skin with his tongue tip and nibbled a bit along the way. Ignoring Beka's begging, but relishing the sound of it, he deliberately avoided her nipples. Picking the perfect spot he sucked on the inside curve where he knew his mark would be seen in her cleavage unless he convinced her to wear higher necked shirts, at least around other men. He loved Beka pulling against her pinned hands and her restless legs moving against his. Every so often he would feel her fuzzy socked feet stroke his calves as she writhed under him. Knowing by her scent how aroused she was by the dominance she allowed.

Finally, unable to resist any longer he moved his mouth to one of her nipples. Flicking the hard point and leaving it glistening with his saliva when he moved to the other. Everytime he moved he made sure his hips flexed so his shaft ground against her. He alternated between her rosy peaks before settling on one to draw it deep into his mouth, sucking strongly. He grinned as he felt her arch up and he pulled back to blow on the nipple he just released. Turning his attention to the neglected nub he repeated his actions. Rhade felt Beka draw in a deep shuddering breath.

"Telem...Te.....Telemachus!!" She gasped out triumphfully.

He paused, impressed and waited patiently while she panted, resting his chin on her breast.

"Yes?" he prompted her.

"Oh shit your beard!"

Grinning in delight he proceeded to rub his beard and stubble along the sensitive skin of Beka's breasts. As she began to curse him in several languages his happiness grew. It sounded just like in his fantasies, but better. Finally taking pity on her he stopped, he was curious about what she had planned to say. He was also amused to learn she had given up on his first name.

"Rhade, didn't you want us naked?" Beka asked with a sudden and suspiciously innocent expression.

"..Hmm..." was his non-committal reply.

"I was wondering, why don't you take off your gauntlets?" She arched her neck and touched her tongue to the leather.

His gaze narrowed as he caught the wicked glitter in her eyes. His survival instincts silently screamed danger. There was no way he would let this wanton woman near his defenseless, unprotected boneblades- or their sensitive bases!

"Nah...we're even, you still have your socks on," he said hearing her frustrated groan.

Beka began to speak again and he worried how susceptible he was to her suggestions. Rhade decided it would be prudent to his personal safety and sanity to distract her with something. Like his aching, throbbing cock thrusting up into her. Shifting, he started kissing her as his hand released one of her wrists. Firmly grasping the one he chose to keep, Rhade moved it downwards so he could still pin it to the bed near her shoulder but now he could also brace his weight on his forearm. Her freed hand had immediately buried itself in his hair and he enjoyed the tugging sensations for a moment. Returning his attention to his goal he canted back his hips and grasped his erection with his other hand and guided it to Beka's wet slit. He slowly shoved his cock into her tight warmth and felt her gasp against his lips steal his breath. He moved his head to nuzzle in her hair as he tried to control his own breathing and gather the rapidly unraveling reins of his passion.

Beka wrapping her legs around his waist, squeezing him with her inner muscles and screaming "More...more..." was not helpful. Grasping her wrist, he pulled her hand from his hair and pressed it also to the mattress as he levered himself onto both elbows. He was now able to pull back and slam in to the hilt his entire length. Beka's keening cry of approval echoed in his ears. His cock filled with a pulsing need, he began pounding and pumping into the tight pussy that clenched around him. Nothing could describe the emotion he felt as Beka's body convulsed around his in strong spasms and she screamed out his name. Knowing his mate had found fulfillment the inner beast of his Nietzschean nature roared to be free. His chest heaving like bellows, Rhade rammed his hardness into the still quivering heat of her. Growling, he nuzzled Beka's neck where it flowed into her shoulder. As waves of pure intense sensation washed over him and he felt his cock explode, he bit his mate. Pinning her in place with his teeth, hands and hips he rode out the tremors violently racking his body. Slumping, his perspiration soaked flesh clung to hers and Rhade tiredly licked the mark he had left on his woman.
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Water running down his naked body from his recent shower, Rhade stood in his old quarters and packed. He had most of his stuff already in the duffle bag, leaving anything of value in his rented room on Seefra was unwise. The native population had the morals of scavenging Nightsiders, so he carried most stuff with him. He folded and shoved in the bag his pants he had worn earlier with a scowl. Searching Beka's room all he could find to use as laces were long ribbons Beka sleepily said were once Trance's. Walking the corridors of Andromeda back to his old room he had been stopped by Dylan. After briefly talking, Dylan thanked him for helping and Rhade reminded him again he was waiting to be paid. As they parted he heard Dylan call out.

"Rhade that's a good look for you...I like the lavender."

Growling at that memory he hurried pulled on clothes. He remembered Beka commenting on the Command Deck that she had a paying transport job lined up and how she didn't like for her paying clients to be cooling their heels. A chill coursed his body as it occurred to him she might already have left, he had told a groggy Beka he would be right back but... This was Captain Valentine the Queen of Avoidance. Rushing out into the corridor with his stuff he muttered,"Beka better still be waiting for me."

Suddenly a monitor flickered to life and he saw Andromeda's clear image instead of the usual static one.

"Captain Valentine has prepped her ship and the Euraka Maru is still in my docking bay," the cool voice informed him.

"Uh.. thanks...How do you know?" Rhade questioned the computer.

"Harper fixed all my internal sensors and cameras...two days ago," was Andromeda's smug reply. He scowled and hurried past her, leaving her with a small smile on her digital face.
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Rhade dumped his stuff after he boarded through the open hatch of the Maru. He looked at the two duffle bags, one of clothing and personal belongings the other crammed with weapons. He hoped Beka wouldn't notice most of possessions were now taking permanent residence here.. along with him. He knew he had to be careful of Beka's skitterish streak but Rhade had confidence in his superior skill and Nietzschean training to hide his possessiveness. He swaggered over to where Beka stood. He liked how her eyes traveled over him as she licked her lips. Her slim leather encased hips were resting against the railing behind her pilot's chair and he placed a hand on either side of them. With a surge of territorialness he noticed his bite low on her pale neck. He would have to remember to give her some of the clear salve Nietzscheans used. It prevented any infections, but really didn't speed healing, so his mark would stay on his mate as long as possible.

"I'm glad you waited for me," Rhade said with a warning note in his gravely voice. "You really would not have wanted me to hunt...you...down.."

He leaned forward and nuzzled her neck near his mark. He enjoyed the spike of nervousness in her scent mixing with the smell of her stirring arousal. All too soon, the fearless Beka bounced back.

"Telemachus, we have to talk." She tugged his hair to get his attention.

Rhade reluctantly pulled back and assumed a patient expression. He grinned to himself as he saw her narrowed eyes and the firm jut of her jaw. Hiding in the shadow of it was another love bite of his. He raised an inquiring eyebrow.

"I am running an almost profitable transport business, excluding Dylan's errands of course. And with this success several unscrupulous individuals are trying to interfere. I was thinking that maybe it would be a good idea to have you stay on the Maru full time... or as much as you wanted to...umm..to.."

"Beka," he interrupted her with a growl "are you suggesting I work for you?"

"No," she protested quickly, "keeping an eye on the Maru would be risky and time consuming...I decided maybe it was time I took on a ...partner."

"Partner," Rhade purred, relief washing through him. He leaned forward to press his forehead against hers and looked into her bright blue eyes.

"Beka Valentine, I love you..r decisions."

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< The End....nah, just the beginning---myladymystere >

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