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Date Posted: 22:13:58 08/24/02 Sat
Title: Playtime in the Closet
Author: Olivia V.
Fandom: Andromeda
Pairing: Trance/Harper
Status: Draft
Rating: NC-17
Archive: Ask first by e-mail at oliviav@att.net
Feedback: Would love it, please.
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine. Just playing with them…
Summary: Trance’s first day on the Maru, and look what she finds in her closet.
Spoilers: None, since it’s set Pre Andromeda
Note: Written for the Andromerotica Festival, this is Scenario #11: Oral sex in a cupboard, closet or wardrobe
“…And over here is the room you’ll be staying in,” said Beka Valentine, her new boss. “It’s not much, and you’ll have to share it with Harper, our engineer, but I’m sure the two of you will get along.”
“Thank you,” Trance said as she put down her duffle bag and smiled. “This is perfect. I mean, I’ve always wanted to work on a salvage vessel and see the sights of the galaxy, but I never ever expected to meet anyone as nice as you before.”
Beka tilted her head at Trance. Trance knew that look. It meant something along the lines of the following: She’s an alien of a species she had never seen before. Light purple was the color of her skin, and while her hair was nearly the same shade of blonde as Beka’s was, it had streaks of purple and pink for highlights. All with a tail that was nearly five feet in length, curled softly around her left ankle. She smiled.
“That’s very sweet Trance, but really, you’re the one doing me a favor. I mean, I get you fired at the bar and I needed a new environmental systems officer. I was just lucky that you have some training.”
“Yeah, lucky that. So, which of the bunks is mine?”
“Oh. Well, the one above your head is Harper’s. Rev Bem, who’s away on retreat right now, uses the bunk in the kitchen area. You can have the one on the left.”
Trance smiled and put her duffle bag on the bunk, unzipped it and took out a few of her possessions. “So, where do I put my clothes?”
“Oh, there’s a closet right behind you. Look, I have to get some pizza for dinner tonight. Can you recommend a place planet side?”
“Uh… Yeah, Luigi’s on the far side of the station has the best squid pizza…” Trance stopped at the look on Beka’s face. “But uh, plain is good too.”
“Plain it is then. I’ll be back in about an hour or so. Listen, if you see Harper, just tell him who you are and that you’re our new medical officer. I don’t think he’ll be back before I get back with the pizza, but just in case. He gets a little jumpy around newcomers.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about it, I’m good with people. I’ll see you later.” Trance beamed for a moment, and then continued to take out the rest of her clothes from the duffle bag.
Beka smiled at her new medical officer for one more moment, then left to go get the pizza.
Trance unfolded one of her jumpsuits and turned around to the closet door behind her. Opening it, she looked inside for a hanger.
And stopped when she saw the young human sitting on the floor. Tilting her head to one side, she noticed the flushed, shocked look on his face. And he was holding something in his hand…
Trance’s eyes opened wide as she realized what it was. “Oh! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt, uh…”
The young man hastily stuffed it back into his pants. “Oh, man. Beka’s going to kill me.”
“Beka? Oh, you must be Harper. I’m Trance.” She held out her hand tentatively. Harper stared at it.
“Trance? Oh. What species are you anyway?”
“Uh… you wouldn’t be able to pronounce it.” Trance smiled. “So um, why were you in the closet holding your…”
If it were at all possible, Harper turned redder. Trance often found that blushing was an attractive trait in humans. Not that she’d been around them for very long. “You did not just ask me what I think you just asked me.”
“What? I’m not supposed to ask you that?”
“Well uh… depends on what you want to do with the information, I guess.” Harper grinned at Trance. She didn’t blush, but continued to look at him with her head tilted, as if she were trying to figure something out. Harper took a deep breath. “I was uh… well you know how it is, long periods of time away from women…”
“Beka’s a woman,” Trance chimed in.
“Yeah, but she’s my boss, and there are certain needs I can’t go to her for because it would be so wrong…”
“Why would it be wrong? It’s a common need, if you’re talking about what I think you’re talking about.” Trance seemed really confused.
“Because you shouldn’t… why are you here anyway?”
“Huh? Oh, I’m staying here for a while. So you were sitting in the closet in the dark holding it because you feel that you and Beka shouldn’t… you know, take care of each other’s needa.”
“Uh, exactly.” Harper looked down at the floor.
“I don’t get it. Why does sitting in the dark and holding it help?” Trance crossed her arms.
Harper slunk back against the wall and slid down. “If I have to explain this to an alien then I’m in big, big trouble. Don’t your people ever, you know, please themselves?”
Trance nodded. “I don’t know what it’s called in your language, however. But we don’t resort to doing it in a closet, and it’s not anything we feel we should hide.”
“Well, on a small cargo ship with nobody but your captain and a Magog around…” Harper sighed. “I better go; I think I embarrassed us both enough.”
“I’m not embarrassed.” Trance smiled. “Just curious, that’s all. Can I ask you something?”
Harper shrugged, not looking at Trance. “Whatever. I don’t think there’s anything you can ask that’s going to be any more embarrassing than the last question.”
“Can I help you take care of that? Since you said you can’t ask Beka, I mean.” Trance seemed completely nonplused by the situation.
Harper’s head shot up and his eyes went wide. “Oops, spoke too soon.”
Trance pouted. “I’m serious. I want to help you. Except you’ll have to show me how.”
Harper looked as if he wasn’t sure if he had died and gone to heaven, or was in his own personal hell. “Please tell me you mean you’ve never…”
“What? Oh, I have… just not with a human. Please?”
Harper probably should have said no, but after one long look at Trance, he sighed. “Oh, all right, but not where Beka can see. I don’t think she’d understand. Hell, I don’t understand.”
Trance threw her arms around Harper like he’d just given her a box of her favorite candy. “Okay. So um, what do I do?”
Harper pulled Trance back into the closet with him and shut the door. Pushing aside some of the clothing on the racks behind Trance, he took a moment to study the alien in front of him. “Wait, are we even compatible? You know, there.”
Trance grinned. “More or less.”
“Oh, good.” Harper leaned forward and kissed Trance, pressing her body against the clothing behind her. Trance gasped for a moment, and then seemed to gain her footing as he leaned in closely. Trance’s hands ran up his sides.
Harper tasted kind of sweet to Trance, like candy. He broke the kiss and was met by a wide eyed expression. “Wow. What happens next?”
Harper grinned and leaned forward to nip at Trance’s left ear. Trance greeted the move with another loud gasp and he smiled. “Sensitive there, huh?”
“Uh… yes.” Trance’s fingers slid down Harper’s back and lazily ran along the waist of Harper’s pants. Harper’s pants were baggy enough that if she wanted to, she could have slid her hand in. She wasn’t sure if that was something humans would have liked, however.
Harper’s fingers felt along the bikini style top that Trance was wearing, looking for the catch. Finding it in the back, he undid the snaps and slid the fabric off her shoulders. He looked at Trance.
Trance frowned in confusion. “Why did you do that?”
“You’ll see.” Harper kissed his way down Trance’s shoulders and knelt down a little. He blinked in surprise. “You don’t have any nipples.”
Trance thought about it for a second. “Oh. That. We don’t need them unless we’re lactating.”
“Makes sense.” Harper rubbed his face against Trance’s breasts. She giggled. “So what I just did, it doesn’t do anything for you?”
“It feels kind of nice, but the way you bit my ear was much nicer.” Trance started to play with Harper’s hair. “So what now?”
“Oh, that. Well for that I’d need to remove ...” Harper slid his hand under Trance’s skirt and grinned at what he felt. Trance had no underwear on. He let his fingers trail to the front and felt for a slit, smiling at the look on her face when he found it.
Trance was already moist to the touch. He stroked slightly.
Trance purred, “Oh… I think I like that… but wasn’t I supposed to be helping you?”
“You are.” Harper stood up and gave Trance a reassuring kiss. When he broke it, she bit his ear this time. Harper flushed when he felt Trance’s tail against his groin. “That however is not…”
Trance pulled her tail away and slid her hands to Harper’s hips. “Sorry. Um, what should I do now?”
Harper thought about it for a second, then undid his pants and slid them down. His underwear went next. Trance looked down and grabbed a hold of his cock with her hand.
When Harper gasped, Trance pouted. “Did that hurt?”
“Oh no, it didn’t, trust me. Now why don’t you pretend that I’ve got a cramp and rub it for me.”
Trance did so, moving her hand up and down along the length gently for a few moments and stopped. “Uh, I think I made it worse.”
“What… oh, no you didn’t. Just keep going…” Harper made a happy sigh in the back of his throat. Reaching above his head he grabbed a hold of the storage shelf.
Trance knelt down in front of Harper and stared at his cock. Tilting her head she worked out the possibilities of what would work next. When she had them worked out, she leaned forward and licked the tip, causing Harper to moan. “Was that good?”
“Oh yeah. Do that again.” Trance smiled and did, this time tasting. She kept rubbing her hand along the shaft and when she licked the tip the third time, she slid it into her mouth.
Harper whimpered. “I thought you said you never did this before.”
Trance stopped and looked up. “I haven’t. Should I stop?”
“Nope,” Harper grinned. “In fact, could you slide that in further… OH!!!”
Trance grinned to herself as she felt Harper’s hand guide her head. It wasn’t helping his situation, it seemed, but he liked whatever it was she was doing to him. So she continued until Harper began to move his hips. Looking up, she realized what he was trying to do and helped by moving her head in rhythm with him.
Harper came with a shout, let go of the shelf he was holding onto, and slid down in front of Trance. She pulled him into her embrace. “That’s better,” she whispered.
“Yeah.” Harper began to plant kisses all over Trance’s face. With a soft chuckle he whispered, “So, can I help you out now?”
“Uh, I don’t have the same kind of equipment…”
“Doesn’t matter, I know what to do with yours.” Harper’s hand slid under Trance’s skirt, sliding his fingers against her slit. Trance shivered slightly. “Stand up, and put one leg over my shoulder.”
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Beka put the pizza down on the kitchen counter and sighed. Between the walk to the far side of the station, and the half hour wait, and the walk back, her pizza was now cold. All Beka wanted to do was get into a hot bath and soak her head.
The sounds of laughter coming from the crews’ quarters got her attention. Walking down the hall, she stopped at the door and peeked in.
Harper was sitting on the bunk that was now Trance’s with his shirt off. His neck was down and Trance was rubbing the back of it with her hand.
But that didn’t strike Beka as odd. What struck Beka as odd was the fact that Trance was wearing one of Harper’s shirts.
Trance looked up and smiled. “Hi. Did you find Luigi’s?”
“Yeah, lines were hell. I see you met Harper.”
Trance nodded. “I found him after you left. Harper, you’re all knots back here…”
Harper had a very relaxed, lazy look on his face. “Hey Boss. What’s for dinner?”
“Pizza. Uh, why is Trance wearing one of your shirts?”
“Oh, I wound up with some stains on my top when I found him, so Harper offered to lend me this.”
Beka shrugged. She could always pry the information out of Harper later. “Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes.” She headed back to the kitchen.
Trance leaned over as soon as the close was clear and whispered, “So, do you think we can play in the closet again?”
Harper turned and beamed. “Absolutely.”
-- End --
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