Surprise

Dylan walked slowly along the corridors towards his quarters. His new quarters that was: the events of the past week had changed a lot of thing, the sleeping arrangements of three of the crew being the very lest of them. He was still a little confused as to how Rommie and Beka had talked him into it: the revelation that his First Officer and the ships Avatar had been sleeping together for two months had shocked him, but not as much as their offer to include him in the relationship on a permanent basses.

Logic had nothing to do with his acceptance of the offer: he hadn't been using his brain that much at the time or at any point during that day in fact.

Things had moved fast after that: at breakfast the next morning, Beka had simply told the others what was happening, and how things where going to change. Harper had been without a doubt more jealous than anything: the look on his face had been worth the embarrassment Dylan felt. Trance had been, well, Trance had been Trance: she just smiled and went back to her meal. Tyr had looked at them, shook his head, and then locked himself in the gym for two hours.

Dylan reminded himself to pick up a new punch bag at the net drift they stopped at.

It had been Rommie who had suggested that the three of them move in together: nether Dylan or herself had even been to their own quarters since this had all begun, and she had suggested that they use one of the empty VIP suites. It had more space than any other quarters on the ship, and the beds where a lot bigger than those in the officers quarters.

The door opened, and Dylan was greeted with the sight of Rommie curled up in a chair, reading a real book, one of the better legacies of her brief relationship with Gabriel. He noticed the glass of wine on the table next to her, something she had picked up from Beka. Dylan smiled to himself: Rommie had picked up a LOT of things from Beka.

She turned and saw him smiling, "And what's gotten you so happy? Most of the time when it's just you and me you seem a little withdrawn."

Dylan nodded, "Well, it dose feel a bit wired, you being the ship's Avatar and all."

Rommie carefully put the bookmark in place before placing the book on the table and standing up, "Well, maybe it would make you feel better if I told you that Beka and I only ended up together because we both had feelings for you, and you ever seemed to notice us. A few glasses of wine one night spent complain about you and, well, one thing led to another, and that led to here. If you're worried about me ending up like Pax, don't be: she re-programmed herself for Warrick, but I'm still the same I was before the fall." She grinned mischievously, "Well, almost. Now Beka's due back soon: let's go worm up the bed a little for her."

Rommie removed the silken robe which graced her womanly curves from her shoulders, revealing a fine bra and panties. Dylan pulled her in for a deep kiss and tasted the sweet wine. His hands moved up, cupping her breast, stroking her hard nipples between finger and thumb. Rommie could feel his manhood right between them, and heat flashed through her body, making her shudder.

Dylan removed her clothes, slowly, licking her rosy nipples, gently grazing them with his teeth. Rommie pulled off his jacket and shirt, his masculine chest throbbing as his heart beat wildly. She ran her hand through the hairs on his chest, and went down to remove his belt and pants. Dylan's shaft was almost ripping through his shorts as Rommie worked the rest of his clothes off. She licked the head of his shaft, which was like a plum; it pulsated as she sucked on it.

She stopped, and jumped on the bed, spreading her legs wide. Her wetness could be plainly seen, and Dylan edged his way between her legs, his shaft gently probing her furred mound.

“Do you love me?” Rommie asked.

“I love you.” Dylan smiled, slipping forward, enticing a gasp from Rommie as he entered her. He moved his arms behind her shoulders, supporting himself on his elbows as he started to move in and out. Rommie monad, wrapping her legs around Dylan, her angles crossed, matching his downward thrusts with an upward thrust of her lower torso.

Dylan’s lips found Rommie’s again, his tongue slid into her mouth, caressing the roof, sliding along and discovering every crevice as it fenced with her own. She moaned against his mouth and felt him grow harder beneath her, if that were possible.

Rommie’s back arched as her first orgasm ripped through her body, making every part of her shake. “Oh god that feels good!” She said breathlessly as Dylan kept moving inside her. He slid in and out, deeper with every thrust. Rommie could do nothing but moaned and whimpered with pleasure. Dylan’s fingers slipped between them, caressing her clit until she suddenly felt more spasms of pleasure wash over her and cried out in delight. As Rommie started to come, she felt his arms stiffen around her as he thrust deep, and felt the warmth of his juices within her as Dylan came.

“Well I can see the two of you have been enjoying yourselves.” Beka leaned against the open door grinning, “I do hope there’s some left for me?”

“Come over here and let us show you.” Rommie smiled seductively, her had reaching out to entice her over lover over, “We both know how much stamina Dylan has…”

TBC