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Beka sat on her barstool, looking at the glass in front of her, wishing it were something over than fruit juice.

Her exam had taken less time than anticipated, mainly because the instructor had a hot date and wanted to be gone as soon as possible. She’d yet again passed, earning herself another gold star on her pilots rating.

It would have been nice if they’d remove a few earned for smuggling and the like.

Beka didn’t want to go back to the Maru yet: as much as she loved her ship, she needed some time away from the rest of the crew every so often or she’d go space-crazy.

“Now there’s a face I’ve not seen in a while.” A cheerful voice came from behind her.

“What?” Beka turned round, her jaw dropping when she saw who it was, “Jack Harkness, you son of a bitch!”

“Hey beautiful.” The tall, dark haired man smiled, “You still with that sleazebag Bobby?”

“Hell, no; dumped his sorry ass years back.” Beka patted the stool next to her own, “So, you still with the FTA?”

“No, I’m independent, like you.” Jack looked at the Perseid bartender, “Hyper-vodka, double.” He turned back to Beka, “So, what you doing these days?”

“Believe it or not I went and got myself respectable: I’m First Officer on the Andromeda Ascendant.”

“So the roomers where true. I tell you kiddo, I never expected you to go legit.”

“And I never expected you to leave the FTA. What the hell happened?”

“Let’s just say there was a parting of the ways: I found out that they’d been lying to me about something real important, so I decided to cut my losses while I could.”

“So, what you doing? Got you own ship or something?”

“Did, but I lost in; a little accident with a bomb. No, I’m hanging out with a couple of do-gooders, trying to keep them out of as much trouble as they get me into.”

“Still swinging both ways then?”

“You know me Beka: I swing every way there is!”

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Sara lay back on Beka’s double bed, looking up at Tyr as he removed his chain mail shirt and started to unbutton his trousers. She pulled down her own trousers, revealing her simple white cotton panties, already growing damp with anticipation.

Tyr pulled down his trousers and briefs in one movement, allow his erect manhood to hang free. Sara couldn’t help but gasp at its size, convinced that she’d never be able to fit it inside her.

“It will hurt at first, but then it will feel better.” Tyr climbed onto the bed and started to move forward on his hands and knees, stopping when his face was inline with Sara’s crotch.

Slipping his fingers inside Sara’s panties, Tyr slowly pulled them down, revealing a small patch of soft, blond hair framing her labia. Using two things, be parted her outer lips to expose her inner core. Sara gasped as Tyr slowly inserted a finger into her, probing her.

Tyr stopped when he met resistance: sure enough, Sara was still a virgin.

Placing his lips around Sara’s clitoris, Tyr started to lap at it with his tough while continuing to move his finger in and out slowly. Sara arched her back, moaning deeply as wave after wave of pleasure started to ripple through her body.

“Please…don’t…stop!” Sara screamed at the top of her voice as she experience her first orgasm.

Tyr pulled back, looking at the flush look on his partners face: it had been too long since heed been with a woman, but he knew he had to go slow to avoid causing her too much pain. He moved further up the bed, resting with his elbows either side of Sara’s chest.

He couldn’t help but smile when he saw that she’s punctured a hole in the sheets with her bone-blades during the throws of passion.

“Oh my god!” Sara moaned, gasping for air, “That was the most intense experience of my life…”

“The night has only just begun.” Tyr moved to enter her, “This will hurt…”

Tyr thrust forward sharply, filling Sara in one go, tearing through her hymn like it was tissue paper. Sara screamed in pain, burring her face in Tyr’s neck.

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“There is no way you did that!” Beka almost chocked on her drink, the fruit juice replaced with something far more intoxicating.

“I swear to god, that’s just how it happened.” Jack held his hands up, “Two of the nicest executioners I ever met. They still keep in touch. Not often you get that with executioners.”

“With you, I’d be surprised.” Beka laughed as the barman rang the bell on the end of the counter, calling time, “Shit; I should get back to my ship.”

“Yeah, I should probably get back too: the others worry about me if I’m out late.”

“Oh, aren’t you Mr Respectable all of a sudden.”

“I’ll have you know that I’m still the same scoundrel I always was!” Jack sound almost hurt by the comment, but was too drunk to take it seriously.

“Prove it.” Beka turned around and stood just in front of her old friend.

“You want me to prove I’m still the same as ever?” Jack looked around, then grabbed Beka’s hand and pulled her into a dark side corridor, pushing her up against the wall as soon as they were out of sight, “How’s this?”

“Talk is cheap Harkness.” Beka pulled his head closer and kissed him deeply on the lips, “You got anything to back them up?”

“How about this?” Jack pressed up against Beka, pinning her against the wall, the bulge in his trousers pressing up against Beka’s thigh.

“That’s more like it.” Beka grinned; her hands moving down between them to undo her belt, letting her trousers fall down around her ankles.

Jack wasn’t far behind, pulling his jeans down and freeing his manhood from inside his boxers. He literally ripped Beka’s panties away, rubbing her slit to make sure she was ready.

“I swear to god, if you don’t stop playing and get on with it, I’m going to go find someone who can.” Beka protested, then gasp as Jack pushed into her with enough force to lift her off her feet. She felt the cold metal of the wall on her back in contrast to the warmth emanating from her partners body.

Jack’s mouth found Beka’s as he moved his hands to her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist so he could support her weight as he continued to thrust into her with a near animalistic force.

Beka crossed her ankles behind Jack, letting her body push down on him, his length filling her as much as possible. A voice in the back of her mind protested, saying that she shouldn’t be doing this with one of her oldest friends, but she just ignored it, too caught up in the moment to give a damn.

TBC…

Hope you all like.

Just want to say that if I ever got my hands on those bastards that attacked London today, I’ll show them the true meaning of terror…