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'Take My Hand'
Title: No Angel IV - 'Take My Hand'
Author: Margaret Brown, aka Andromeda Valentine
Fandom: Andromeda
Pairing: Beka/Rommie
Rating: NC-17
Status: New (04/08/03); complete
Archive: Yes to list archives, anyone else please ask first.
Feedback: Yes, please!!
E-mail address for feedback: andromeda_valentine@hotmail.com
Series/Sequel: No Angel
Other Websites: Crimson Redd - http://www.angelfire.com/goth/crimsonredd
Disclaimers: Not mine, never will be - Beka and Rommie belong to Tribune, and the lyrics belong to Dido Armstrong...
Summary: Rommie has a breakdown and Beka helps her put the pieces back together. This part: Rommie's boldness pays off...
Notes: Whoo Hoo! Smut - finally! <lol> Also, the song lyrics take a bit to show up - not surprising, as this chapter came out to four pages in Microsoft Works...
Warnings: Femmeslash (duh) and a not-so-nice take on Dylan...
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Chapter Four - 'Take My Hand'
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{Previously, in Chapter Three...}
"You know, Beka," she says suddenly, "sometimes you talk too much." With that, she stands on tiptoe and kisses me, hard.
The shock of the kiss overrides my senses momentarily before I break off and backpedal a step. "Rommie - what...?"
She just casts her eyes down, suddenly fragile again. "You don't want me either..."
I smile wryly. "Honey, you have no idea how wrong you are. But I don't want you to do this because you somehow think you owe me - you don't, not at all."
She shakes her head, eyes wide. "Oh, no - I've wanted this for a while. I just didn't realize it before..."
I can't help but kiss her again as she stands looking up at me like that. I'm not sure if this a good idea or not, but something tells me it'll work out just fine...
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I couldn't tell you how we get from a simple kiss to rolling around in a tangled heap on the bed, but the moment finally fades long enough for me to pull away and let sanity return.
I shift myself so that I'm at least sitting up, straddling her hips. She's sprawled under me, watching me with a flushed face and wide eyes as I stare down at her.
After what seems an eternity, I'm finally able to speak again, though my voice is still barely recognizable as my own. It's torture to stop, but I have to be sure before things go any further.
"We don't have to do this, Rommie - we can wait, if you want."
She just looks up at me, lost in a haze of hormones, and I fight back a shudder at the raw lust in her voice when she speaks. " I want..."
She closes her eyes for a long second, gathering her self-control, and finally speaks again, coherently this time. "I want this, Beka - I want you."
re yre you sure? I don't want you to regret this later."
"I won't - I know it."
My indecision lingers, though, and I continue to simply stare down at her while my mind tries to impose order on the situation. The moment stretches out into eternity before she finally speaks again, a certain hint of desperation in her voice.
"Beka, please - I *need* this..."
God - I never could refuse her anything, and she knows it...
Touch my skin, and tell me wyou\you're thinking.
Take my hand, and show me where we're going.
Lie down next to me, look into my eyes,
and tell me, oh, tell me what you're seeing.
I smile down at her as I lean in to kiss her, oh-so-gently. "No pressure, Rommie. You say the word and this ends, okay? No matter how far things have gotten."
She nods, wide-eyed and understandably nervous. "So how-?"
"Let me worry about that." I murmur against her throat. If she were anyone else, I'd leave her with a hickey or a bite mark, something to tell the world that I'd possessed her, even if only for a short space of time. I don't have the right to with her, though - she's not mine, yet.
Hell, I don't even know if it's possible for her to be marked like that...
So sit on top of the world and tell me how you're feeling.
What you feel is what I feel for you.
Take my hand, and if I'm lying to you...
I'll always be alone, if I'm lying to you...
She certainly *feels* real enough, all curves and satiny warm skin I *still* can't believe I'm touching. I swear I can even feel her heart pounding in her chest.
God, she's beautiful - and that's with her still fully dressed... She's going to be absolutely luscious naked...
Smiling, I shift my kisses from her throat and shoulders to her stomach - that inch or two of bare, toned belly between her pants and rumpled shirt is just *begging* for attention. She tenses at the feel of my mouth on her skin, overexcited nerves making her muscles play under my roaming lips and tongue.
A little half-moan, half-gasp escapes her as my tongue flicks in and out of her belly button - a teasing promise of what's to come - and it's got to be the most gorgeous sound I've ever heard.
See my eyes, they carry your reflection.
Watch my lips and hear the words I'm telling you.
Give your trust to me and look into my heart,
and show me, and show me what you're doing.
I trail my kisses back upward, intent on getting my mouth (and hands) on what those damned v-neck uniforms of hers have been taunting me with for months.
She bites back a moan, arching into my touch as I trace out the curve and swell of her breasts through her silk top before running my thumbs over her pebbled nipples. Then I lean down to suck at one of them, teasing her with the combination of heat, suction, and silken friction.
I stop just long enough to finally get her shirt off, and find that it's my turn to stare with wide eyes as my earlier thought finds voice. "God, you're beautiful..."
So sit on top of the world and tell me how you're feeling.
What you feel is what I feel for you.
Take my hand, and if I'm lying to you...
I'll always be alone, if I'm lying to you...
This close up, she smells like cloves, cinnamon, and vanilla, and I lose myself in her scent and the feel of her skin as I let my hands and mouth keep roaming over her bare chest.
Finally, as her moans and whimpers start getting louder, I trace my way back down her stomach, watching for any sign of hesitation in her as I go to remove the last of her clothing.
Take your time, and if I'm lying to you...
I know you'll find that
you believe me, you believe me, you believe me...
Once I've got her naked, it's a fight not to just bury my face between her thighs - I've had long, involved fantasies about what she'd taste like, smell like - but I manage to keep the very last shreds of my self-control so I can draw that last little extra bit of pleasure out of her.
I slip a finger inside her, sliding it lazily in and out until she's writhing against the mattress, hands knotted in the sheets, and her cries are echoing off the walls.
Then I start trailing kisses up the inside of one thigh, feeling her push up against me as I also slide a second finger into her. I skip over to the other thigh and trail kisses up it, too, stopping a hair's breadth away from her sex to suck and nip at her skin and leave what I hope will be a mark.
I don't care who comes after me, she's mine now in a way they can never change, and I want the world to know it.
Her whole body tenses as I flick my tongue across her clit, savoring my first (and, I hope, not only) taste of her. Sensing how close to the edge she is, I repeat the gesture and then start nipping and sucking, hard, as her orgasm tears through her so intensely that it leaves her breathless and nearly takes me with her.
Feel the sun on your face and tell me what you're thinking.
Catch the snow on your tongue and show me how it tastes...
She rides out the aftershocks with a whimper, pushing against my hand, and I kiss her to quiet her. Judging by the way she returns the kiss, she likes the taste of herself on me...
Things quickly heat up again, until she reaches for me and ends up looking at me in confusion. "You're still dressed?"
Take your time...
I just grin at her. "You went off like a firecracker - I kinda had my hands full."
She grins back and starts tugging at my clothes. "Let's get you out of these - they can't be comfortable."
Take my hand, and if I'm lying to you...
I'll always be alone, if I'm lying to you...
Take your time, and if I'm lying to you...
I know you'll find that
you believe me, you believe me, you believe me...
I groan, jokingly, and pretend to bat her hands away. "You're going to kill me, you know that? They'll find me here naked, dead of heart failure."
"Probably." she replies sagely. "But first you'd actually have to *do* something to get your heart rate up."
"Oh, god..."
Take my hand, and if I'm lying to you...
I'll always be alone, if I'm lying to you...
Take your time, and if I'm lying to you...
I know you'll find that
you believe me, you believe me, you believe me...
She ends up on top of me as we mock-wrestle, grinning impishly as she pins me down. "We're not done here yet. Call this Round Two - and this time, you're playing..."
Then her hands are on me, and coherent thought is impossible.
You believe me...
You believe me...
You believe me...
You believe me...
Author: Margaret Brown, aka Andromeda Valentine
Fandom: Andromeda
Pairing: Beka/Rommie
Rating: NC-17
Status: New (04/08/03); complete
Archive: Yes to list archives, anyone else please ask first.
Feedback: Yes, please!!
E-mail address for feedback: andromeda_valentine@hotmail.com
Series/Sequel: No Angel
Other Websites: Crimson Redd - http://www.angelfire.com/goth/crimsonredd
Disclaimers: Not mine, never will be - Beka and Rommie belong to Tribune, and the lyrics belong to Dido Armstrong...
Summary: Rommie has a breakdown and Beka helps her put the pieces back together. This part: Rommie's boldness pays off...
Notes: Whoo Hoo! Smut - finally! <lol> Also, the song lyrics take a bit to show up - not surprising, as this chapter came out to four pages in Microsoft Works...
Warnings: Femmeslash (duh) and a not-so-nice take on Dylan...
********************
Chapter Four - 'Take My Hand'
********************
{Previously, in Chapter Three...}
"You know, Beka," she says suddenly, "sometimes you talk too much." With that, she stands on tiptoe and kisses me, hard.
The shock of the kiss overrides my senses momentarily before I break off and backpedal a step. "Rommie - what...?"
She just casts her eyes down, suddenly fragile again. "You don't want me either..."
I smile wryly. "Honey, you have no idea how wrong you are. But I don't want you to do this because you somehow think you owe me - you don't, not at all."
She shakes her head, eyes wide. "Oh, no - I've wanted this for a while. I just didn't realize it before..."
I can't help but kiss her again as she stands looking up at me like that. I'm not sure if this a good idea or not, but something tells me it'll work out just fine...
********************
I couldn't tell you how we get from a simple kiss to rolling around in a tangled heap on the bed, but the moment finally fades long enough for me to pull away and let sanity return.
I shift myself so that I'm at least sitting up, straddling her hips. She's sprawled under me, watching me with a flushed face and wide eyes as I stare down at her.
After what seems an eternity, I'm finally able to speak again, though my voice is still barely recognizable as my own. It's torture to stop, but I have to be sure before things go any further.
"We don't have to do this, Rommie - we can wait, if you want."
She just looks up at me, lost in a haze of hormones, and I fight back a shudder at the raw lust in her voice when she speaks. " I want..."
She closes her eyes for a long second, gathering her self-control, and finally speaks again, coherently this time. "I want this, Beka - I want you."
re yre you sure? I don't want you to regret this later."
"I won't - I know it."
My indecision lingers, though, and I continue to simply stare down at her while my mind tries to impose order on the situation. The moment stretches out into eternity before she finally speaks again, a certain hint of desperation in her voice.
"Beka, please - I *need* this..."
God - I never could refuse her anything, and she knows it...
Touch my skin, and tell me wyou\you're thinking.
Take my hand, and show me where we're going.
Lie down next to me, look into my eyes,
and tell me, oh, tell me what you're seeing.
I smile down at her as I lean in to kiss her, oh-so-gently. "No pressure, Rommie. You say the word and this ends, okay? No matter how far things have gotten."
She nods, wide-eyed and understandably nervous. "So how-?"
"Let me worry about that." I murmur against her throat. If she were anyone else, I'd leave her with a hickey or a bite mark, something to tell the world that I'd possessed her, even if only for a short space of time. I don't have the right to with her, though - she's not mine, yet.
Hell, I don't even know if it's possible for her to be marked like that...
So sit on top of the world and tell me how you're feeling.
What you feel is what I feel for you.
Take my hand, and if I'm lying to you...
I'll always be alone, if I'm lying to you...
She certainly *feels* real enough, all curves and satiny warm skin I *still* can't believe I'm touching. I swear I can even feel her heart pounding in her chest.
God, she's beautiful - and that's with her still fully dressed... She's going to be absolutely luscious naked...
Smiling, I shift my kisses from her throat and shoulders to her stomach - that inch or two of bare, toned belly between her pants and rumpled shirt is just *begging* for attention. She tenses at the feel of my mouth on her skin, overexcited nerves making her muscles play under my roaming lips and tongue.
A little half-moan, half-gasp escapes her as my tongue flicks in and out of her belly button - a teasing promise of what's to come - and it's got to be the most gorgeous sound I've ever heard.
See my eyes, they carry your reflection.
Watch my lips and hear the words I'm telling you.
Give your trust to me and look into my heart,
and show me, and show me what you're doing.
I trail my kisses back upward, intent on getting my mouth (and hands) on what those damned v-neck uniforms of hers have been taunting me with for months.
She bites back a moan, arching into my touch as I trace out the curve and swell of her breasts through her silk top before running my thumbs over her pebbled nipples. Then I lean down to suck at one of them, teasing her with the combination of heat, suction, and silken friction.
I stop just long enough to finally get her shirt off, and find that it's my turn to stare with wide eyes as my earlier thought finds voice. "God, you're beautiful..."
So sit on top of the world and tell me how you're feeling.
What you feel is what I feel for you.
Take my hand, and if I'm lying to you...
I'll always be alone, if I'm lying to you...
This close up, she smells like cloves, cinnamon, and vanilla, and I lose myself in her scent and the feel of her skin as I let my hands and mouth keep roaming over her bare chest.
Finally, as her moans and whimpers start getting louder, I trace my way back down her stomach, watching for any sign of hesitation in her as I go to remove the last of her clothing.
Take your time, and if I'm lying to you...
I know you'll find that
you believe me, you believe me, you believe me...
Once I've got her naked, it's a fight not to just bury my face between her thighs - I've had long, involved fantasies about what she'd taste like, smell like - but I manage to keep the very last shreds of my self-control so I can draw that last little extra bit of pleasure out of her.
I slip a finger inside her, sliding it lazily in and out until she's writhing against the mattress, hands knotted in the sheets, and her cries are echoing off the walls.
Then I start trailing kisses up the inside of one thigh, feeling her push up against me as I also slide a second finger into her. I skip over to the other thigh and trail kisses up it, too, stopping a hair's breadth away from her sex to suck and nip at her skin and leave what I hope will be a mark.
I don't care who comes after me, she's mine now in a way they can never change, and I want the world to know it.
Her whole body tenses as I flick my tongue across her clit, savoring my first (and, I hope, not only) taste of her. Sensing how close to the edge she is, I repeat the gesture and then start nipping and sucking, hard, as her orgasm tears through her so intensely that it leaves her breathless and nearly takes me with her.
Feel the sun on your face and tell me what you're thinking.
Catch the snow on your tongue and show me how it tastes...
She rides out the aftershocks with a whimper, pushing against my hand, and I kiss her to quiet her. Judging by the way she returns the kiss, she likes the taste of herself on me...
Things quickly heat up again, until she reaches for me and ends up looking at me in confusion. "You're still dressed?"
Take your time...
I just grin at her. "You went off like a firecracker - I kinda had my hands full."
She grins back and starts tugging at my clothes. "Let's get you out of these - they can't be comfortable."
Take my hand, and if I'm lying to you...
I'll always be alone, if I'm lying to you...
Take your time, and if I'm lying to you...
I know you'll find that
you believe me, you believe me, you believe me...
I groan, jokingly, and pretend to bat her hands away. "You're going to kill me, you know that? They'll find me here naked, dead of heart failure."
"Probably." she replies sagely. "But first you'd actually have to *do* something to get your heart rate up."
"Oh, god..."
Take my hand, and if I'm lying to you...
I'll always be alone, if I'm lying to you...
Take your time, and if I'm lying to you...
I know you'll find that
you believe me, you believe me, you believe me...
She ends up on top of me as we mock-wrestle, grinning impishly as she pins me down. "We're not done here yet. Call this Round Two - and this time, you're playing..."
Then her hands are on me, and coherent thought is impossible.
You believe me...
You believe me...
You believe me...
You believe me...