Waiting in the Dark

BY : silken
Category: 1 through F > Andromeda
Dragon prints: 2102
Disclaimer: I do not own Andromeda, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Title: Waiting in the Dark
Author: three eyes open / aka "silken"
Spoilers: A little bit of "If the Wheel is Fixed".
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Shocking news, huh?
Notes: My muse has been on a femslash kick this week. This piece is kind of kinky, and Trance is absolutely evil.



I want a woman, Trance thought, playing with her red-gold hair, as she lay in her bed in the dark. Definitely. Someone built different from me. Not like my voluptuous form. No, a slender, lithe body with small breasts. And a nice, round, spankable bo.
.

Yes, that would be so perfect. A beautiful woman of my own, eager to please me with her soft hands and warm mouth. I wish I knew someone like that.

Letting her hands travel down her own fine body, she wished she knew a woman who fit that description. Mmmmm, Rommie came so close, her body absolutely perfect, and so incredibly beautiful, especially now that she changed her hair to dark with red streaks. And just how thoroughly had Harper programmed her? Did she feel desire? Oh, to see her face as an orgasm overpowered her senses. What sounds would she make in the throes of pleasure? Would her lovely bottom bruise after a thorough paddling? How would she taste?

But Rommie’s attitude was all wrong. No, if she wanted someone she would be straightforward about it. Probably too practical-minded for the fun stuff too. Nothing kinky would interest her, most likely. Unless Harper had programmed her differently, but somehow Trance doubted it.

With a disappointed sigh, she lay back on her bed. If only Rommie weren’t like that, if only she were more submissive. If only Harper had such things in mind when he programmed her, but she couldn’t be any other way since she was the ship’s avatar. Such a waste, really. Now, Trance thought, if I had programmed her…..

A plan formed in Trance’s mind, whole and complete as if, well, as if she’d been thinking about this a long time. Have I? I suppose I have. But when will I get such an opportunity?

It would be so easy to slip a program into her. She would want me, surrender to me whenever I wanted, and then not remember. And the pleasures we could share together then, the things I would do to her. And she would cry out for more. She would beg me to use her body and her mouth for my pleasure. Perfect.

She caressed herself in the dark, thinking about what she would do when the opportunity arose. When the time was right.



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