Just Once

AUTHOR/PSEUDONYM: Meana
EMAIL ADDRESS: meana_fic@yahoo.ca
FANDOM: Andromeda
RATING: R
CHALLENGE: My response to the Andromerotica Festival First Wave. I requested 
both a scenario and a crew pairing. This is what I got:
Crew pairing is... Avatar Rommie and... Tyr!
Scenario is... #26: (First line) "I want you. Now."
FOCUS: Rommie/Tyr
STATUS: new (20/08/02), complete
SPOILERS: None
SPECIAL WARNINGS: None
WEBSITE: At my fic site at http://www.angelfire.com/tv/fanfiction/index.html and 
at the Andromerotica Festival Website, otherwise ask first.
DISCLAIMER: This story is an original work of amateur fiction, and is written 
purely for private entertainment. This story is in no way affiliated with any 
organization that owns an interest in the show.


SUMMARY: An encounter in a hallway.



NOTES: I completely blame Meg for getting me involved in the Andromerotica 
Festival. After all, she's the one who told me about it. *g*
THANKS: To Meg for beta-reading for me.


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"I want you. Now," Rommie hissed, as she pushed Tyr up against the wall. 
"Please," she whispered, as she started to run her hands over his body.



Tyr merely stared at her before answering without speaking. He quickly spun them 
around, reversing their positions. Then pressing her arms against the wall over 
her head, he bent his head and began to kiss her. She responded to his 
domination by trying to press herself as close to him as she could, whimpering 
as she realized it wasn't close enough.



"More…" she gasped as they parted. "Need more…" She leaned forward then and 
began to viciously attack his throat with her mouth. Lips, teeth, tongue… all 
left their mark behind.



"Agreed." His voice was hoarse with desire as he answered her. Knowing the 
limits of her body, and the limits of the moment, he wasted no time on 
pleasantries. His hands found every single hot spot on her body and fanned the 
flames of her desire to an ever-increasing pitch.



And even as he touched her, she was touching him, desperate for skin-to-skin 
contact, pulling at their clothes, raking her nails along his back, up his 
thighs, inflaming his desire.



Suddenly the ship gave a shudder, upsetting their precarious balance. They 
tumbled to the floor, their clothes in disarray.



Rommie's eyes flashed fire as she angrily put her clothes back in order. "Just 
once," she hissed. "All I wanted was just once to get you out of my system" She 
stalked away towards Command.



Tyr breathed deeply, straightening his own clothing. "It was a foolish endeavor 
anyway," he told himself philosophically. Then he headed off to Command already 
having put aside his encounter with the ship's avatar…



The End