Author: Jeff Baker (aka, Jeff-B, JA Baker, Sinister
Dexter)
Pairing: Rommie/Beka?
Rating: 12 (PG-13)
Archive: Just ask me first.
Feedback: Would be grateful.
E-mail: jap_baker@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: It's not mine its Roddenberry's and Tribunes.
Summary: Beka confronts Rommie about her feelings for Dylan.
Note: With thanks to Furball for the Beta.
“Hey, wait up!” Rommie looked round to see Beka walking
along the corridor towards her. She stood and waited while the blond first
officer caught up with her. As Beka got closer, Rommie couldn’t help but
notice that she was not wearing her regular combat-trousers and T-shit outfit:
instead she ware a pair of tight leggings that hugged her shapely thighs, and a
equally-tight top that made it quite clear that she was not wearing anything
underneath.
Beka stopped just in front of Rommie, a smile on her face,
“Hey, I wanted to talk to you about what I said the other night.” Rommie
nodded, “About me not waiting for Dylan to decide if he wants me, to move
on.” Beka smiled, “Well, have you thought about it?” Rommie shrugged,
“Kind of, but what’s the point? I spend almost all my time on-ship, so I’m
not likely to meet anyone. Trance has already staked her claim on Harper, and we
both know what Tyr’s view of me is.”
Taking a few steps forward, Beka forced Rommie to back up
against a bulkhead. She planted her hand next to Rommie’s head, blocking the
Avatar’s only line of retreat, “They’re not the only ones on the ship you
know.”
Rommie didn’t know how to take Beka’s statement: the
two of them where friends, and spent a lot of their free time together, but
Rommie had never seen Beka as anything other that that. But now, with the first
officers’ body in such close proximity to her own, Rommie was forced to face
the fact that Beka was a very attractive woman, and on some level, she did
indeed feel drawn to her.
Beka seemed to read Rommie’s mind, and moved her head
closer, “There are other options you know, less common, but still very
satisfying.” Her lips hovered scant centimeters from Rommie’s: slightly open
and oh so very inviting.
Rommie felt her own lips art as Beka moved closer, her eyes
locked on the other woman. Beka’s voice was but a whisper, “There are other
people who have feelings for you, people who care a great deal for you. Maybe
people you could care for too?” Rommie’s eyes widened slightly as she went
to close the gap between the two of them.
“All crew report to command!” Dylan’s voice echoed
out of the PA system, startling both of them. Beka took a step backwards,
“Saved by the bell: Maybe next time.”
The End.