Story: Harper's hormones are going to get him into trouble.

Harper wasn't sure when he'd gotten too horny to think straight: horny was his usual condition. This, on the other hand, was different. Before, on the Maru he had had ample opportunities to meet girls, he and the rest of the crew had wandered all over known space collecting cargo and selling off salvage. Barely a month went by when they weren't in some sleazy dive where the goods were hot and the women hotter. Now it was all diplomatic ice - maidens telling him to drop dead and Dylan warning him about 'making a good impression'. More like not making a bad impression like when he'd propositioned that babe two planets back. Thank God Rommie had smoothed it over. How was he supposed to know she'd been the Tau Deltan version of a vestal virgin?

Harper looked down at the innards of the console he was supposed to be working on. He had no will to work, which was unusual: engineering was probably an even greater passion than sex to him. Or at least it had been before it was the only passion he was likely to get.

"Problems Harper?" Beka's voice interupted his thoughts.

"Uh yeah, if you consider the fact that the anti - grav units in this whole section need to be overhauled and we don't have the parts or the money to get them a problem" Shit! Beka was leaning over the top of the console to look at him and he had a great veiw down the front of her tight leather vest. Don't look, don't look yelled the part of him that valued his skin. That part was grossly outnumbered by all the other parts that wanted to ogle female flesh.

Beka's eyes narrowed and she stood up, "We'll be arriving at Corionis four tomorrow. I hear they're ready to sign onto the Commonwealth charter already. If they're that keen we might be able to cadge a free sevicing to seal the bargain. I hear they have really good engineers there, we might even get one that isn't a sex - obsessed egomaniac." Beka turned and stomped out of the room.

Harper felt a little guilty: Beka was really more like a big sister to him and he'd never seriously thought of her as a possible squeeze. If I don't get laid soon even Dylan is going to start to look good. I wish I had an ass that good. WOHH! Do not think about Dylan's ass. He was starting to feel a little freaked. It was definately time to get something to eat, a cup of coffee and watch one of the discs he kept in the locked box under his bed.

On the way to the mess hall he ran into Dylan, "Hey Harper, how's it going down in section 19?" he asked. He sounded sort of strange: like he was uncomfortable. Hell I'm the one that should feel uncomforable here: ten minutes ago I was thinking what a great ass he had!

"The a-g units down there are 90% screwed" he anwered, pretending not to notice Dylan's preoccupation with the floor, "Beka said we might be able to get new ones from Corionis since they seem to be so keen on joining the new Commonwealth."

"As far as they are concerned the Commonwealth never ended. They were just cut off from the rest of it. The Commonwealth charter is still law down there. Please bear that in mind when we get there; sexual harassment never went down well there three hundred years ago and I bet it still doesn't."

"Sure thing Boss. I'm just going to grab a sandwich and head off to my quarters to have sex with no-one - again!" He said, he was getting a little pissed off with Dylan's 'holier than thou' attitude.

"Uh ok, see you later" Dylan almost raced around the corner.

Why's Dylan so twichy all of a sudden? Does talking about no sex make him nervous? I wonder if I could make him blush by mentioning abstinance in front of him - that could be fun. Whistling to himself he slouched off to the mess deck.

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