Passing the Time

BY : Bebe
Category: 1 through F > Andromeda
Dragon prints: 2602
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: Passing the Time: or, The Sexual Highlights of Beka and Tyr

Author: Bebe

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: I really, really wish I did. Still don’t, though.

Spoilers: None, really.

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Pairing: Beka/Tyr

Archive: At AFF. All others please ask.

Summary: When you’re stuck in the middle of nowhere, you need something to do.

Author’s Note: This is actually a diversion from my story “Reality” (under the name B.L.A. the Mouse), the premise there being that Beka and Tyr are on the run. I ended up doing what I normally do and perverted it, but you don’t need to read that first to understand this. As a side note, this is actually my first fanfic started in Word, instead of written longhand first.

Tyr had been reading quietly on his bed when he heard the rustle just outside the door. He had it open, along with all the windows— the small cabin was designed to be ventilated that way— but he didn’t see anyone outside of it. He closed his book anyway and said, “You can come in, Beka.”

“I thought you’d heard me.” She stepped inside, moving more hesitantly than she normally did. He would say that she, in fact, looked nervous, right down to the way she had her hands clasped behind her. “I just wasn’t sure I should interrupt.”

“It’s not a problem. Were you planning on going out?” He let his eyes skim her body, clad in a surprisingly modest black bikini. He’d known she’d had it, as he’d been standing there when she bought it, right after they landed on Infinity Atoll, but he’d had yet to see her actually wear it.

“Yeah. I figure you went to all this effort to get us a private beach, I may as well take advantage of it. So I’m thinking of spending the afternoon out on the sand. A little bit of sun, some swimming maybe. You wanna join?”

He thought about it for a moment, glancing down at his book. “I can.”

“All right.”

Still, Beka stayed for a moment. He waited for her to say something, then finally asked, “Is there something else?”

“Actually, yeah.” She came over and sat on the bed by his side, and he could feel the mattress depress slightly under her weight. Now that she was closer, he could smell the layer of sun protection she’d put on in addition to her normal cleansers and the fabric of the suit. “I have a proposal for you.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Not that kind of proposal!” she added hastily. “Well, sort of, maybe.”

Now this was interesting. “What kind of proposal, then?”

“I’ve been thinking,” she started, dropping pauses between the words and longer ones between her sentences. “I know I’ve complained about this before, but it gets really dull just… waiting for stuff to happen or to move to another planet or orbital. I mean, you’re good company, but there’s only so many times I can watch or read the same stuff before I get bored. And I can’t really go out, so there goes a source of fun, and I especially can’t— um— just meet up with someone because of the whole hiding thing, which means I’ve been getting really frustrated, so…” She trailed off.

“Your point?”

“You wanna have sex?” She spat out the words all in a rush, so it took him a moment to sort through it all.

“With you?”

“No, with the local woodchuck, what do you think? Yes, with me.”

“Because you’re bored and horny?”

“Uh, yeah.” He could tell that his use of the word threw her off, but she recovered quickly and explained. “I just figured, well, we’re alone, so who else is going to know? And you must be almost as frustrated as I am, if not more. Besides, I’m clean, I’m pretty sure you are, and I’m on birth control, so I’m not going to get pregnant or anything. And if it really sucks, we can always just call it a mistake and never do it again.”

He paused. “How long have you been thinking about this?”

“A week. More or less.” She was starting to twist her fingers together, usually a sure sign of nervousness for Beka. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine, I just thought I’d suggest it. Anyway, I’ll be on the beach if you want me.” She stood abruptly and had already turned toward the door when he spoke.

“We can try.”

“Really?” She turned back to face him, looking incredulous and cautious. “You want to?”

“I wouldn’t have agreed if I didn’t.” He set down his book up near the headboard, watching her come close again and sit down in the same spot. “You mentioned some valid points. As long as we both understand that this may only be once, I don’t see why we shouldn’t at least entertain the possibility.” He smiled, watching her still somewhat wary expression relax. “I don’t find you… unappealing.”

“I’m so glad of that.” She hesitated for a moment longer, then slowly leaned forward toward him. She braced one hand on his bare chest, the touch fairly tentative, before kissing him. She had paused, only a few scant centimeters away, looking him squarely in the face; he would suppose that she was giving him one last chance to change his mind. Instead, he’d simply waited, unable to prevent his lips from parting the slightest bit, before he’d felt her mouth against his. Like her touch on his skin, it was tentative at first, the lightest brush of lips, before she became more confident and coaxed him into a deeper kiss.

Surprised at the sudden surge of arousal he felt, Tyr didn’t respond for a second, and she broke the kiss, pulling away just enough to ask, “You want to stop?”

“No.” And he slid his hands into her hair and pulled her back down to kiss her again, immediately sucking on her lower lip before letting her take over control again. He was perfectly content with letting her be “in charge” for this, as he doubted that she would take advantage of his distraction now if she hadn’t already. Besides— and he was surprised that he could tell already— she was starting to smell aroused, more than she usually did in his company, and while he might smell adrenaline if she was planning something, he probably wouldn’t be able to detect sexual interest, at least not so clearly.

Or so he thought, anyway.

His considerations were promptly curtailed as she started to slide her hand down his chest and abdomen. She hesitated again just below his navel, letting her fingers rest at the waistband of his pants, before easing underneath the fabric and following the faint trail of hair down. She pulled back from the kiss and grinned, then, just before taking him in hand, making him groan involuntarily. One gentle stroke, two, and he was barely preventing himself from thrusting up into her grip, was already clutching at the sheet beneath him. It had been several months since anyone, and he was not going to be able to go through extensive foreplay.

Beka’s expression was nothing short of delighted as she let go of him and instead tugged his pants down to just below his hips, exposing him entirely. “Oh, you have no idea,” she commented, pulling herself to her hands and knees before straddling him and pressing her hands to his stomach to steady herself, “how much I’ve been thinking about this all week…” She was still wearing the bikini, and was holding herself raised up away from him with less than a centimeter of air between them. She was carefully balanced, but he saw her eyes close briefly when he couldn’t resist sliding his hands slowly up over her thighs, the muscles tightened from holding herself rigid. A slight sound of longing slipped out when he reached the sensitive skin at the crease of her thighs and hips, his motion stopped by the fabric of the swimsuit. Without even opening her eyes, she scrabbled at one hip, tugging loose the cords holding the front and the back together. She did the same simultaneously on the other side, and then yanked it from between them without missing a beat, dropping it somewhere off the side of the bed. He didn’t notice where exactly, having been more concerned with the slide of the fabric over his erection when she removed it.

“Hang on,” and she was gripping him again, not stroking but holding him steady as she shifted a little higher and slowly eased just the tip of him inside her. He shuddered at the feel of the wet heat around him, the contrast with her hand and then the cool air when she let go to brace herself again with both hands. Carefully, biting her lip as she did, Beka worked herself down gradually to envelop him, stopping to let out a shaky breath every so often and letting her eyes drift closed. He couldn’t resist a groan when she finally slid the rest of the way down, letting their bodies meet, another when her muscles contracted quickly, involuntarily judging by the way she bit her lip just a little harder when it happened.

“Are you—”

“I’m okay, just—” she took another long breath, “—just give me a second. And don’t move.” This last as he shifted to settle her more firmly across his hips. He obeyed, not wanting to tax her control any more than he did his.

After a moment, she opened her eyes again, now bright. She grinned again, there and gone, before she slowly lifted herself up and almost entirely off of him, then sliding back down again, more rapidly this time. The pace that she set was fast, and within minutes she was almost slamming herself down onto him at the end of each motion, her fingers digging into the muscles of his abdomen spasmodically. He could barely keep from thrusting up into her, instead moving his hands from her thighs to the sheet underneath him and twisting it in an attempt to keep from losing all control. His boneblades had long since raised, and he knew that they were catching and tearing the fabric, but it was a small price in return for the blissful expression on Beka's face as she moved against him.

Abruptly, that same expression became more pained, and her movements shortened. She was barely lifting off of him at all now, something that almost killed him when all he wanted was that friction, and instead driving further down onto him, each stroke harder and deeper. “Tyr,” she managed, with a whimper in her voice, “I need… I can’t…!” And then her nails dug into his stomach and she gasped; her rhythm faltered and failed as she tightened around him, an uneven pattern that pushed him to the brink. She shuddered above him for long moments.

Finally, finally, her breathing evened out, her heartrate slowed slightly, and her body stopped clenching around him. It still didn’t help him: he was still aching, still clutching the bedsheet and suppressing the urge to thrust up into her and finish it. He kept his eyes closed in a vain attempt to not give in to his own temptations. After another long moment, he heard her say, still alternating words with light pants, “Sorry… I think I sort of left you behind there.” She shifted and he couldn’t prevent the groan at the slide of her around him, especially when she had a small aftershock ripple through her at the motion. “Okay, maybe not that far behind.”

Now he opened his eyes, seeing her breasts, still covered by the bikini top, rise and fall, and the slight smile as she shifted again. “Come on, Tyr,” she urged, starting to move on him again, “come on, I know you need to.” He slid his hands back up her thighs, watched as she bit her lip again, felt a bolt of need go through him at the sight, and then she tightened around him again, this time probably deliberately, but he wasn’t able to see her face because he was coming, arching up into her in short, sharp motions and gripping her legs like his life depended on it, and when he finally relaxed again, all she did was kiss his chest and slide slowly off of him to lie down next to him with one leg flung across his own.

Beka took a minute to stretch before opening her eyes. She hadn’t intended to drift off, but the peculiarly boneless sensation had gotten to her, and she’d fallen asleep still tucked next to Tyr. She was just glad that she hadn’t drooled, especially since she could feel him next to her; one of her legs was pressing against his, and the warmth radiating from him felt good as the temperature of the air dropped in the late afternoon. Apparently she wasn’t going to go out on the beach today.

When she opened her eyes, she realized that he was lying on his side, facing away from her, with only a few centimeters of distance between their bodies. He at least hadn’t left the bed, which was a good thing, she supposed, but he also wasn’t exactly going to great lengths to stay close. She could only hope that he didn’t regret it enough to run as soon as he realized that she was awake, if he hadn’t realized it already. She was rather hoping for a repeat performance, actually. And she had to find out sooner or later, so she might as well get it over with.

Tentatively, she reached out and lay a hand on his side, feeling the tense muscle under her fingers (and just the memory of those muscles when she’d been riding him was enough to send a pulse through her body) before slowly stroking down, her fingers lingering at his waist for a second when his breath caught. He made no move to stop her as she kept moving down his hip, but the second she started to reach further toward his groin he caught her hand in his. “Second thoughts?” she ventured, hoping that that wasn’t the case.

Quietly, so that she had to strain to hear him, he responded, “And third, fourth, fifth…” He trailed off.

“Oh. Okay. Um, I can—” She tried to remember where she’d dropped the parts of her swimsuit as she spoke, starting to lever herself up onto her elbow, but then he moved, rolling to face her and forcing her to scramble backwards so as not to be crushed, a task made more difficult by the fact that he still held her wrist. She couldn’t resist a look down his body. “Oh.”

“Are you disappointed?” His tone was amused, and she glanced back up to see him smirking at her. “Did you think I was going to tell you that, despite the quality of the experience, it would be better to not repeat it?”

“Hey, I wasn’t sure. I figured you might have had an attack of the species purity heebie-jeebies.” She was trying to make light of it, and it must have worked, because the smirk widened.

“Hardly. You assured me that it wouldn’t be a possibility, and as I doubt that you in fact want children,” he shrugged, “I am not concerned.”

Huh. If she translated it right, it almost came out as him trusting her. Still, she hesitated, not sure how to go from “Do you want to do it again?” to “Right now!” even if he was interested. It promptly became a non-issue, however, as he used her captive hand as leverage to roll her the rest of the way onto her back before shifting to straddle her leg and lean over her. He still wasn’t touching her, holding himself up on his hand and knees, but wow did he seem a lot bigger when he loomed like that. It did a hell of a thing to her, too, and she got a fresh surge of warmth between her thighs. “Tyr?”


“What are you doing?”

He took his time before answering, surveying her assets in a way that made her glad she’d decided to ditch the bikini top before she’d drifted off.  The smirk was still irritating, though, and even more exasperating was his reply. “Appreciating the time you spent in the gym.”

She really could have hit him for that one. Unfortunately, just then he moved so that his knee was pressing against her, and she was a little distracted by the accompanying throb of pleasure, and as soon as she recovered from that, he was kissing her and completely derailing her thoughts as he slowly parted her lips and just barely slid his tongue between them. He seemed determined to keep her off-balance, too; once he broke the kiss, he immediately moved to kiss her collarbone, then skipped down to her breast and sucked. Through it all, he kept shifting his weight back and forth, so his knee pressed against her rhythmically.

It was killing her.

“Oh, no, you are not…” She trailed off as he moved back up to her collarbone, then recovered, barely, when he moved away. She didn’t even bother trying to speak, this time using her free hand to reach for him, to try to get to him as much as he was to her. She didn’t get far, though, as Tyr promptly caught her hand and pinned it next to the other, moving them both above her head. “Come on, don’t tease!” Emphasizing her point, she pressed herself against his leg, biting her tongue and slowly rubbing to try to appease the rapidly increasing tingle there. It wouldn’t have been very effective if it weren’t for the fact that her motion meant that she was brushing her own leg against his erection, and she was encouraged when she saw him close his eyes for a second. “Please, I can’t hold off much longer, and I don’t think you can either. Come on…”

He closed his eyes again and took a deep breath, something that made her pulse skyrocket. Any fantasy she’d had was nothing compared to actually seeing his reaction. After a second, he opened his eyes again, and kissed her, almost chastely. It was a contrast with his own actions when a second later he moved between her legs, settling to lie above her. He still didn’t let go of her hands, only pulling them down on either side of her head, and it was enough to make her remember why some of those fantasies involved him being handcuffed to something: she’d always preferred to be the torturer rather than the torturee. She was promptly distracted from the thought by the feel of him pressing between her legs. He still hesitated, though. “Any time now, Tyr.”

“Patience,” he told her, but she didn’t pay attention, as his next move brought him into perfect alignment, the head just nudging inside her. Trying to urge him on, she raised her hips and pushed him inside her just the tiniest bit. It felt fantastic.

It felt even better when, with one smooth motion, he thrust almost entirely inside her, and she moaned happily at the friction and the stretch of her muscles around him. “God, that’s perfect,” she managed, even as he slid almost entirely out of her and back in even deeper.

“Maybe,” he punctuated the statement with another thrust, “but you don’t have to address me as God.” She didn’t respond as he repeated the motion, however much she would have liked to, as she was rather busy trying not to babble incoherently. He felt so good

Like she had done to him, he kept moving more and more quickly, with more force accompanying each stroke, until their bodies made hard contact with every movement. Every time he brushed against her clit, something that was slowly driving her crazy, and finally she slid one leg up his thigh, curving around his ass to hold him close and pushing up to meet him with every movement. He finally let go of her hands to brace himself on his forearms, and she could hear the sheets rip even more from the boneblades, something that made her get her arms out of the way by reaching up to tangle her fingers in his hair and tug him down for a fast kiss. It only lasted a second, broken as they moved against each other, but it made her body shudder and suddenly she didn’t want to wait anymore. Still clinging to Tyr, she arched her body toward him, trying to get more pressure on her clit. “Please,” she gasped, closing her eyes involuntarily, “please, please, there!” The last was with a particularly forceful thrust, and he groaned and repeated the motion, then again.

“Oh God!” and she felt every muscle seize from the pleasure arcing through her, tightening her leg around him to keep him hard against her even as he tried to move. As the initial spasm passed, she undulated against him, getting more friction and sending ripples through her body, extending the feeling. Gradually the sensation eased, and she felt herself start to relax. Released from her hold, Tyr started moving again with a fast uneven pace, the occasional contact making her shudder. After the second time it happened Beka opened her eyes to see his face contorted like he was in pain; trying to help, she arched against him again to bring him in deeper. As if she’d set him off, he braced himself— she could hear the sheets rip more from that— and slammed into her, hard enough to hurt if she hadn’t been so relaxed. Three more thrusts and she felt him stiffen above her, the warmth deep inside her as he came hard.

She gave him a minute, waited for his breath to even out somewhat before she asked, “You alright?”

“Yes,” but his voice was harsh, and it took another minute for him to open his eyes and slowly ease out of her. “That was…”

“Pretty damn good.” She grinned, starting to laugh when he looked away from her to concentrate on pulling his boneblades back out of, not only the bedding, but apparently the mattress. “I think you killed the bed, though. You might have to bunk with me until we leave.”

“A sacrifice I am loathe to make, I assure you.” He smiled, though, and while he rolled off of her he didn’t go far, instead simply propping himself up on his elbow. “I believe we may even have to repeat this experiment.”

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