Battle Strategies

BY : Bebe
Category: 1 through F > Andromeda
Dragon prints: 2425
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: 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: Cornered

Author: Bebe

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: How many times do I have to say this?

Spoilers: None.

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Pairing: Harper/Rommie

Archive: At AU. All others please ask.

Summary: Harper returns the favor. Sequel to Ambushed.

Author's Note: When my skull finally implodes from having too many characters having sex in my brain, I may get around to stopping writing these things.


Rommie knew he was there; it was one of the benefits of being the ship made flesh. She was surprised, though, that Harper wasn't doing anything. He was just standing by the door, not speaking or moving. About five seconds before she would ordinarily have said something, though, he walked up behind her.

He slid his arms around her waist, nuzzling her neck. She breathed a sigh, letting her concentration move from the plants in front of her. She was supposed to be watering some of them for Trance, but it could wait.

For a while, they just stood there together, before the nuzzling changed to licking and sucking. She smiled as the sensations traveled down her body, making her fingers tingle. She waited for him to turn her around to face him, but he didn't, just lightly lipping her neck.

Then he bit her.

She jumped, surprised, at the mild violence. Her gut reaction was to strike back, but she restrained it; this was unexpected, but it was Harper. Besides, as soon as he started teasing the bite mark with his tongue, her knees weakened.

Harper felt her tense and relax again, decided to go further. He slid his hands up to her breasts and gently rubbed her nipples through the thin shirt, her slight inhalation- not quite a gasp- making him smile against her neck. He didn't leave there, biting and licking and kissing the skin there even as his fingers danced over her chest, tracing the outermost curve of one breast and drawing circles over an aureolae.

She arched up, not knowing why he was taking this approach and loving it anyway. It had been a while, and she was starting to feel needy. When he cupped her breasts, touching just right, the feeling streaked down her torso to gather between her legs.

As if he knew exactly what she felt, his hands slid down her body, unfastening her pants quickly for someone who couldn't see what he was doing. He bit her again, this time on her shoulder, and she did gasp. Her knees started to shake as he simultaneously sucked on that spot and slid a hand into her panties.

He didn't have to search; he knew almost everything about her physically, between building her and being with her so much. He knew where to touch and how, knew what would make her moan and send her just a little bit higher. He kept one hand on her stomach, holding her back against him and keeping her upright and in one place. His other hand slid down, moving...

She bit her lower lip as his finger moved just slightly inside her, then slipped up to just barely graze her clit. He moved fast, hand and fingers darting over the hot, wet flesh. Her hands clenched on his arms, her nails digging into the skin every time he did something good.

He slowed down when she got close, prolonging the feel as long as possible, until she could have screamed from the need that thrummed insistently through her body and between her legs. She felt him smile against her neck again, right before he concentrated his efforts.

Her knees buckled, and she was dimly grateful for his arm around her as she spasmed, arching up to his fingers. She thought she may have made some noise, but she wasn't sure, feeling the shocks move through her body.

Eventually she got her feet back under her, turning to face him. Harper was grinning at her, licking at one of the fingers he'd used to tease her. "Well?"

She was still feeling disjointed. "What?"

"Because I decided that you needed it." He was still smirking, just to bug her. He didn't anticipate what she did next.

Rommie grinned, almost as widely as he was. She took his hand- still wet from her- and delicately licked the pad of his index finger. "I think you need something, too."

Self-conscious, he glanced down- his erection was obvious, and that gesture of hers had gone straight to it. Before he said anything, she reversed their positions, so that his back was against the table. Then-

He jerked as she slid her hand into his boxers and squeezed him gently; her other hand was unfastening his pants and pushing them away. "Uh, Rom-" and she was kneeling in front of him.

Her mouth was hot, and he gasped as she licked him. He went past the shock fast, trying not to move around as she gripped him to hold him steady.

She varied the rhythm, doing to him exactly what he'd done to her earlier- whenever he got close, she pulled back and waited before taunting him again. His knuckles were turning white as he held onto the table, and illegible monosyllables spilled from his mouth by the third time she let him go.

Finally, she decided to be merciful and didn't stop, moving faster when she felt him tightening. He cried out, muscles convulsing as she leaned back and twisted her fingers around him.

Harper was gasping for air, sliding down next to her with his pants around his knees. She made room. "Wow," he managed.

"Thank you." She tried to make it sound smug, and it must have worked, because he gave her a funny look.

"Oh, yeah..." He kissed her.


The End


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