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Entry tags:
fic, crossover, Andromeda/Farscape, femslash
Disclaimer: not mine.
Rating: er... 18+
Pairing: Beka/Aeryn, as requested in the porn battle.
Length: 1,400.
Notes: There is no plot here.
crossover, Farscape and Andromeda, Aeryn/Beka, crawl
Out of nowhere
by ALC Punk!
Obviously, given the dust coating Beka's hands, no one has been through this crawlspace since the damned ship was built. Rommie so owed her for this. "I can't believe you couldn't just send Harper. Isn't this his sort of thing, anyway?"
"Beka, Harper would not have been appropriate." Rommie's disembodied voice informs her.
"And your android body is, what, busy?" A curse exits her when she slips slightly and bangs her shoulder against one side of the narrow, metallic walls.
Well, not quite metallic. The place has a strange, organic quality. Muttering uncomplimentary things about ships that thought they were god, captain, and saviour of the universe, Beka continues crawling until she finally reaches an opening.
Through the grating, she can see very little, even with her light pointed through. But what's there seems to be the same kind of stuff, just with more shape.
"I've gotten to an opening, looks like some sort of command area. I think I'll see if I can get the lights on."
"Be careful."
Beka unholsters her blaster, checks the power settings, and nods, "As careful as I can."
It takes a minute to pry the grating off and she let its drop with a loud clatter as it hits the deck. "Rommie, you owe me a god-damned shipment of D'bari cordial for this."
"We'll see."
Getting herself through the opening, Beka drops to the deck, and steadies herself. A moment later she starts scanning the area with the light in one hand, blaster in the other.
There is a woman standing in front of her.
Beka gets the impression of dark hair and leather before she reacts, backing up and raising her gun, "Fuck!"
In the light from her torch, the woman's hands are out to the side, and she's probably trying to look non-threatening. It's not working. Mostly. When she doesn't make any movement towards her, Beka tries to calm down. Throttling her adrenaline rush, Beka sucks in a breath, then lets it out. "Okay. So. You're not trying to kill me."
"No," the woman says slowly, "I'm not."
"Good." Beka doesn't put the gun down. "So."
The woman says something in a language Beka can't even begin to follow, let alone translate. Light comes up from half a dozen sources, illuminating a room that appears to be similar in nature to the access shaft she'd crawled through. It's dominated by a pod-like structure which is steaming gently. What Beka thinks is the control center appears inactive.
"What the hell?"
"I am." The woman pauses, frustration crossing her face. It's an interesting face, almost starkly beautiful. "Aeryn Sun."
"Names. Names I can do. I'm Beka Valentine."
"Hello, Beka." A smile attempts to soften Aeryn's face, and fails. Maybe she is just really bad at being reassuring. "I'm not sure--when am I?"
"Don't you mean where?" Deciding the woman isn't about to attack her, Beka holsters her gun. For the moment.
"I'm on a modified Moya pod," Aeryn says, almost impatiently. "I know where I am. I simply don't know when."
Beka blinks, then rattles off the year.
"So, I am several thousand years into my future," says Aeryn softly. Her head drops, "Crichton..."
"Yeah. Something like that." Beka is beginning to get why Rommie sent her and not Harper. The woman was hot, leather-clad, dark-haired and tragic. Ol' Harper would be all over her like a charming eel. But without the charm.
Aeryn squares her shoulders, and pastes something approaching a smile on her lips. "Why are you here?"
"Dylan's the better philosopher," Beka quips, but then she figures she should go easy, just a bit. "You were floating in space, Rommie thought you were space junk until she picked up unusual readings."
"I picked up a life sign," Rommie interjects, her voice echoing tinnily from Beka's comm. "Now I'm picking up two."
"Probably the pod. They're grown, you know."
-=-
In the two weeks since Aeryn Sun joined the crew of the Andromeda, she's kept to herself. Beka sees her, sometimes, but she's usually busy with Dylan's latest scheme.
One day, she comes upon the brunette working in the gym. Fists thudding into the punching bag with a rhythm that makes Beka's hands ache. "Hey." She calls.
Aeryn's pace doesn't break, but she nods.
"You know, it works better with someone fighting back." Beka tries to figure out why she's said such a stupid thing, then shrugs. It's her funeral, but Aeryn looks like she needs the company. Besides, she can't hit the punching bag forever, it might break.
The punching stops, Aeryn looks at her, panting slightly, hair hanging in sweat-soaked strands. "Are you certain?"
Beka shrugs, but heads for the bin that holds the gloves. The top pair are perfect and she pulls them on with practiced ease. "As long as you don't let me kick your ass too hard, I'm good."
A snort escapes Aeryn, "I'll go easy on you, then?"
"I could surprise you," Beka fires back, stepping onto the mat and dropping into a fighting stance. Tyr had taught her a thing or two, after all. She could so take his ass--on a bad day.
They circle, both watching the other. Aeryn strikes first, an easy combination that Beka blocks. She fires back a good uppercut that Aeryn ducks.
Circle, strike, block. They fall into a rhythm, testing each other. And Beka figures quickly that she's so out of her league, but if nothing else, Aeryn seems to be getting winded. Winded means she's at least a challenge. Beka gets in a particularly good hit and Aeryn comes back with a block that turns into a throw that ends with them on the mat.
Beka's on her back, staring up at Aeryn, both panting. It occurs to her that she should be shoving the other woman away, should be fighting still.
There's something oddly magnetic in the way Aeryn's staring at her.
Pushing, Beka takes them both by surprise, landing Aeryn to the side and straddling her. "Give?"
"I--"
Maybe she should have waited to ask, Beka thought later. But that was after she'd done the deed, and really, it was always easier to ask forgiveness than permission.
Aeryn tastes like sweat.
Beka barely gets a chance to savor the taste before Aeryn is shoving at her, swearing in a language she doesn't understand. "--frell are you doing?"
"Sorry." She rolls away and gets to her feet easily. "Sorry. I just..."
Anger flashes in the other woman's eyes. "I should kill you where you stand."
"Hey!" Beka raises her hands defensively, "I'm sorry, all right? I just thought you looked like you could use a good kiss."
"Well, you were wrong."
"So it seems." Yanking the gloves off, Beka throws them at the bin. "I won't try it again, you can be sure of that."
"Good." Aeryn grounds out, standing and working at her own gloves to remove them.
"Fine."
Beka always did like to get the last word in, and she's halfway to the door before Aeryn grabs her.
Too surprised to do more than squeak, she's suddenly got Aeryn Sun trapping her against the wall. Dizzily, she wonders if this is a good thing or a bad thing. When Aeryn nips her neck, she decides it's a good thing.
Beka is also not one to be passive. Her hands come up and cup Aeryn's breasts, the material of her top soft and the skin beneath warm. The nipples are already hard, pressing into her palms. Aeryn licks her throat and pulls back, grasping the bottom of her top and pulling it up and off. Beka goes right back to where she was, suddenly having her hands full of warm, naked Aeryn.
A groan escapes Aeryn and she kisses her again, almost frantic.
"You're hot," Beka mutters, feeling the heat radiating from the other woman along the entire line where their bodies meet.
"Yes."
Hey, it wasn't a compliment, but Beka suddenly doesn't care because Aeryn's still pressed up against her, and Aeryn is also grinding against her leg. Beka shifts, presses her leg harder against Aeryn, and the woman gasps and pulls back. "I can't do this."
"Aeryn--"
But Aeryn's pulled away and back, grabbing for her dropped shirt.
Something about her blind need to flee irritates the fuck out of Beka, and she grabs her shoulder, "Aeryn, you can't kiss me like that and--"
"I can. And I will."
It's not the words that release Beka's hands. It's the utter pain and loss in her eyes. "Aeryn?"
"Don't."
Then she's gone, and Beka's standing there, wondering what the hell she's going to do about her need to orgasm. She sighs, "Guess it's time for some finger-action."
-f-
Rating: er... 18+
Pairing: Beka/Aeryn, as requested in the porn battle.
Length: 1,400.
Notes: There is no plot here.
crossover, Farscape and Andromeda, Aeryn/Beka, crawl
Out of nowhere
by ALC Punk!
Obviously, given the dust coating Beka's hands, no one has been through this crawlspace since the damned ship was built. Rommie so owed her for this. "I can't believe you couldn't just send Harper. Isn't this his sort of thing, anyway?"
"Beka, Harper would not have been appropriate." Rommie's disembodied voice informs her.
"And your android body is, what, busy?" A curse exits her when she slips slightly and bangs her shoulder against one side of the narrow, metallic walls.
Well, not quite metallic. The place has a strange, organic quality. Muttering uncomplimentary things about ships that thought they were god, captain, and saviour of the universe, Beka continues crawling until she finally reaches an opening.
Through the grating, she can see very little, even with her light pointed through. But what's there seems to be the same kind of stuff, just with more shape.
"I've gotten to an opening, looks like some sort of command area. I think I'll see if I can get the lights on."
"Be careful."
Beka unholsters her blaster, checks the power settings, and nods, "As careful as I can."
It takes a minute to pry the grating off and she let its drop with a loud clatter as it hits the deck. "Rommie, you owe me a god-damned shipment of D'bari cordial for this."
"We'll see."
Getting herself through the opening, Beka drops to the deck, and steadies herself. A moment later she starts scanning the area with the light in one hand, blaster in the other.
There is a woman standing in front of her.
Beka gets the impression of dark hair and leather before she reacts, backing up and raising her gun, "Fuck!"
In the light from her torch, the woman's hands are out to the side, and she's probably trying to look non-threatening. It's not working. Mostly. When she doesn't make any movement towards her, Beka tries to calm down. Throttling her adrenaline rush, Beka sucks in a breath, then lets it out. "Okay. So. You're not trying to kill me."
"No," the woman says slowly, "I'm not."
"Good." Beka doesn't put the gun down. "So."
The woman says something in a language Beka can't even begin to follow, let alone translate. Light comes up from half a dozen sources, illuminating a room that appears to be similar in nature to the access shaft she'd crawled through. It's dominated by a pod-like structure which is steaming gently. What Beka thinks is the control center appears inactive.
"What the hell?"
"I am." The woman pauses, frustration crossing her face. It's an interesting face, almost starkly beautiful. "Aeryn Sun."
"Names. Names I can do. I'm Beka Valentine."
"Hello, Beka." A smile attempts to soften Aeryn's face, and fails. Maybe she is just really bad at being reassuring. "I'm not sure--when am I?"
"Don't you mean where?" Deciding the woman isn't about to attack her, Beka holsters her gun. For the moment.
"I'm on a modified Moya pod," Aeryn says, almost impatiently. "I know where I am. I simply don't know when."
Beka blinks, then rattles off the year.
"So, I am several thousand years into my future," says Aeryn softly. Her head drops, "Crichton..."
"Yeah. Something like that." Beka is beginning to get why Rommie sent her and not Harper. The woman was hot, leather-clad, dark-haired and tragic. Ol' Harper would be all over her like a charming eel. But without the charm.
Aeryn squares her shoulders, and pastes something approaching a smile on her lips. "Why are you here?"
"Dylan's the better philosopher," Beka quips, but then she figures she should go easy, just a bit. "You were floating in space, Rommie thought you were space junk until she picked up unusual readings."
"I picked up a life sign," Rommie interjects, her voice echoing tinnily from Beka's comm. "Now I'm picking up two."
"Probably the pod. They're grown, you know."
-=-
In the two weeks since Aeryn Sun joined the crew of the Andromeda, she's kept to herself. Beka sees her, sometimes, but she's usually busy with Dylan's latest scheme.
One day, she comes upon the brunette working in the gym. Fists thudding into the punching bag with a rhythm that makes Beka's hands ache. "Hey." She calls.
Aeryn's pace doesn't break, but she nods.
"You know, it works better with someone fighting back." Beka tries to figure out why she's said such a stupid thing, then shrugs. It's her funeral, but Aeryn looks like she needs the company. Besides, she can't hit the punching bag forever, it might break.
The punching stops, Aeryn looks at her, panting slightly, hair hanging in sweat-soaked strands. "Are you certain?"
Beka shrugs, but heads for the bin that holds the gloves. The top pair are perfect and she pulls them on with practiced ease. "As long as you don't let me kick your ass too hard, I'm good."
A snort escapes Aeryn, "I'll go easy on you, then?"
"I could surprise you," Beka fires back, stepping onto the mat and dropping into a fighting stance. Tyr had taught her a thing or two, after all. She could so take his ass--on a bad day.
They circle, both watching the other. Aeryn strikes first, an easy combination that Beka blocks. She fires back a good uppercut that Aeryn ducks.
Circle, strike, block. They fall into a rhythm, testing each other. And Beka figures quickly that she's so out of her league, but if nothing else, Aeryn seems to be getting winded. Winded means she's at least a challenge. Beka gets in a particularly good hit and Aeryn comes back with a block that turns into a throw that ends with them on the mat.
Beka's on her back, staring up at Aeryn, both panting. It occurs to her that she should be shoving the other woman away, should be fighting still.
There's something oddly magnetic in the way Aeryn's staring at her.
Pushing, Beka takes them both by surprise, landing Aeryn to the side and straddling her. "Give?"
"I--"
Maybe she should have waited to ask, Beka thought later. But that was after she'd done the deed, and really, it was always easier to ask forgiveness than permission.
Aeryn tastes like sweat.
Beka barely gets a chance to savor the taste before Aeryn is shoving at her, swearing in a language she doesn't understand. "--frell are you doing?"
"Sorry." She rolls away and gets to her feet easily. "Sorry. I just..."
Anger flashes in the other woman's eyes. "I should kill you where you stand."
"Hey!" Beka raises her hands defensively, "I'm sorry, all right? I just thought you looked like you could use a good kiss."
"Well, you were wrong."
"So it seems." Yanking the gloves off, Beka throws them at the bin. "I won't try it again, you can be sure of that."
"Good." Aeryn grounds out, standing and working at her own gloves to remove them.
"Fine."
Beka always did like to get the last word in, and she's halfway to the door before Aeryn grabs her.
Too surprised to do more than squeak, she's suddenly got Aeryn Sun trapping her against the wall. Dizzily, she wonders if this is a good thing or a bad thing. When Aeryn nips her neck, she decides it's a good thing.
Beka is also not one to be passive. Her hands come up and cup Aeryn's breasts, the material of her top soft and the skin beneath warm. The nipples are already hard, pressing into her palms. Aeryn licks her throat and pulls back, grasping the bottom of her top and pulling it up and off. Beka goes right back to where she was, suddenly having her hands full of warm, naked Aeryn.
A groan escapes Aeryn and she kisses her again, almost frantic.
"You're hot," Beka mutters, feeling the heat radiating from the other woman along the entire line where their bodies meet.
"Yes."
Hey, it wasn't a compliment, but Beka suddenly doesn't care because Aeryn's still pressed up against her, and Aeryn is also grinding against her leg. Beka shifts, presses her leg harder against Aeryn, and the woman gasps and pulls back. "I can't do this."
"Aeryn--"
But Aeryn's pulled away and back, grabbing for her dropped shirt.
Something about her blind need to flee irritates the fuck out of Beka, and she grabs her shoulder, "Aeryn, you can't kiss me like that and--"
"I can. And I will."
It's not the words that release Beka's hands. It's the utter pain and loss in her eyes. "Aeryn?"
"Don't."
Then she's gone, and Beka's standing there, wondering what the hell she's going to do about her need to orgasm. She sighs, "Guess it's time for some finger-action."
-f-