Rating: R

Summary: Dylan and Harper have the same taste in women

Spoilers: None that I can think of. Anyone reading Andromeda fanfic already knows about Rommie's body.

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Dylan was dreaming. He knew he had to be dreaming because he was watching Harper assemble Rommie. And since he had been as surprised as the rest of the crew (apart from Harper) at Rommie's appearance on the bridge that day, this couldn't be happening. At first there was a sort of intellectual curiosity watching the young engineer carefully placing pieces of equipment together. In the dream Harper was strangely silent as he worked. Dylan knew from watching him work on the bridge that the sound of his own voice was music to the "freaking genius's" ears.

After a while the main components were in place and the android began to look more and more like Rommie. Harper's careful attentions began to seem more and more like caresses to Dylan and he was surprised to find himself becoming aroused. He was momentarily surprised: other men had never figured so prominently in his erotic dreams before. Soft artificial skin glowed in the fluorescent light of the Maru's hold as Seamus Harper's hands glided over it.

"There, finished. What d'ya think Dylan?" Harper's unnatural silence was broken at last and he grinned at his captain.

"She's perfect Harper. You've done a great job," he said. In fact he was unable to take his eyes off the two of them. One graceful brunette and a disheveled blonde. How weird was this?

Rommie's eyes opened and she took a step forward. "Perfect huh? Thank you Dylan" she took another step forwards and kissed him on the lips. She felt warm and real, and very exciting. Before he could advance things further she pulled back and turned to Harper. "And thank you too Seamus: for giving me this body" and she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her naked body against him. Dylan thought he should be jealous at their embrace but it seemed just right to him. He moved closer to them and they turned and smiled at him. "The man that commands my body and the man that built it. I need you both you know," she said as the three of them...

Dylan woke up with a jump that almost sent him out of the bed. What the hell was that? I can't think of my crew like that! He got out of bed and walked to his bathroom. A cold shower was just what he needed. I really need to get laid he thought. He was relieved that he had woken up before he'd done anything more than watch. As it was he'd have difficulty looking Harper and Rommie in the eyes for a day or two.

~

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 interrupted 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 view 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 servicing 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 definitely 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 uncomfortable here: ten minutes ago I was thinking what a great ass he had!

"The a-g units down there are 90% screwed" he answered, 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 twitchy all of a sudden? Does talking about no sex make him nervous? I wonder if I could make him blush by mentioning abstinence in front of him - that could be fun. Whistling to himself he slouched off to the mess deck.

~

The crew of the Andromeda Ascendant waited at the main airlock for the contingent of Corionis dignitaries. This was an important step towards restoring the Commonwealth: The Corionis system was at a vital trade nexus and was considered to be an enlightened and civilized world. They had stayed true to the ideals of the Commonwealth through the long night.

With this in mind as the delegates approached, Dylan said, "Ok everyone, lets not make any mistakes." He couldn't help flicking his glance to Harper who, although neater than usual, still radiated a lack of professionalism as he scanned the approaching group for women.

"Yeah yeah boss don't worry about us" drawled Harper as Dylan took a deep breath and tugged down his dress tunic, "We won't tell any hot babes you haven't been laid in 300 years".

Dylan's breath whooshed out and only the appearance of First Minister Ezar prevented Dylan from giving Harper another lecture on propriety. Harper noticed that Dylan's ears were pink. Oh man! That was too easy! He grinned as he noticed Beka and Tyr were unsuccessfully smothering grins.

"Harper that was mean" whispered Trance into Harper's ear.

"No Trance, that was payback. Dylan has been nagging me about 'behaving' myself for months and I think it's because if he doesn't get any he doesn't want anyone else to get any either" Harper was feeling pretty smug.

"Any what?" asked Trance

Harper rolled his eyes, "Later Trance" he said as they were about to be introduced to the principle members of the Corionis government.

~

Not a single woman under 40 Harper thought, grimacing. The only way I'm gonna feel better about this is if they offer me the run of that fancy engineering facility on the edge of the spaceport.

"Ah there you are Harper" came Dylan's voice from behind him, "I want you to meet Minister for Technology Owen" Dylan had a 'don't screw this up' look on his face. "Minister Owen was just telling me that they would like to help us with some of the more urgent repairs on Andromeda".

Score! "Uh yes that would be great Minister Owen, what sort of help were you thinking of?" Harper hoped to hear the three magic words 'just help yourself'. " Our slipstream drive needs some kinks worked out and we've been having problems with our primary grav units. Not to mention about a hundred small things that I can't keep up with. I may be a genius but there's only one of me!"

"One is more than enough" muttered Dylan, "Well I'll leave you two to hammer out the details shall I?" he left with a polite smile that Harper thought was covering up the fact that he wanted to strangle his engineer.

~

The next day a flood of engineers, techs and programmers arrived on Andromeda. Harper was in his element directing them to all the systems that had been causing problems over the last few months. Rommie was gliding around the place with this big happy grin on her face as a stream of earnest young men and women tweaked her into perfect health.

Dylan was watching her sigh in contentment as a tech replaced a worn relay. Damn: she looks like she's been having great sex thought Dylan, does she look like that when Harper fixes something? He decided that this was too close to the disturbing dream he'd had of watching Harper assemble Rommie and it was time to leave. Just as he was about to exit the ship a very attractive young woman appeared on the deck... a very very attractive young woman. She had deep red hair tied up around her head and sparkling green eyes. Dylan bet that when she let her hair down it fell in glossy waves over her pale smooth skin...Snap out of it Dylan! She looked sort of lost standing there so he walked over.

"Hi! I'm Dylan Hunt, captain of the Andromeda. Were you looking for something?" She smiled back at him Great smile too.

"Hello Captain Hunt I was told to report to Chief Engineer Seamus Harper. I'm Kitrin, the environmental engineering specialist: Owen told me you were having problems with your gravity." Dylan dragged his attention away from her lips long enough to process the information.

"Ah yes Harper. Hmmm. Rommie!" He raised his voice, "Where is Harper?" Dylan already knew that Harper was going to go into a priapic frenzy when he met Kitrin. How do I tactfully warn her?

Rommie swished over. "Section 19. Are you specialist Kitrin? He's waiting for you." and she swished away again.

"I'll take you down," he said. It'll give me a chance to mention Harper's less admirable traits.

~

Harper was half in - half out of a wall and cursing when he heard Dylan come in. He was laughing with someone. Someone with a light giggle that ran sexy tingles up and down his spine. He wrenched himself out of the bulkhead and looked around.

Ding ding ding ding ding - hot babe alert!

Harper fell instantly into total lust. Oh man! A stacked redhead - have I died and gone to heaven? He completely failed to notice Dylan's interest in the girl, which had grown stronger as they'd walked down to section 19. "Hi there!" he grinned over at her, "Are you, by any chance, the woman of my dreams?"

Dylan gave Harper a 'back off' look that went unnoticed.

"If that means, am I here to fix your a-g units? Then yes Mister Harper." She looked like the sort of girl that liked a joke and could give as good as she could get. "Where's the primary interface? Do I need special access?"

Harper held off on the 'special access' innuendoes. Dylan was glaring at him for some reason and he didn't want to get further into his captain’s bad books. "I'll hook you up here. It's specialist Kitrin isn't it? That's a lovely name: do people call you Kitten?"

"Only if they want their eyes scratched out" Harper laughed. This babe was aware that he was checking her out and seemed to be enjoying his cheeky brand of charm. Oh yeah! I'm a God!

Dylan left the room. Kitrin seemed to be able to fend off Harper's clumsy attempts at seduction so it would be safe to leave her there. After all Harper wasn't competition - was he?

~

Dylan was feeling a little guilty as he strode out of Andromeda's airlock into the cool dawn air of Corionis. He'd had another argument with Harper and he wasn't sure why. It had started out as an update on the repairs but had soon turned into.... What? Dylan was confused. He knew there was no reason to get angry with Harper: the repairs were ahead of schedule and he hadn't pissed off anyone at all. There was a small voice in the back of Dylan's head saying, You know perfectly well why you're snippy with Harper: the fact that you haven't had sex in 300 years. And that dream.

Dylan pushed that thought firmly out of his head and strode ahead, smiling when he saw Kitrin appear through the security terminal gates. She looked really good today. She always looks good.

"Hello Kitrin, you're early today, I hope there isn't a problem."

"No, no problems, I just had an idea about the carbon dioxide/oxygen monitors that Trance has been having problems with in the orchard. I thought I'd come in early and finish work in section 19 so Trance and I can go over the specs at lunch."

"You're having lunch with Trance? I didn't know you'd met her." Dylan was irritated: he had intended to ask Kitrin out for lunch himself. Well there's always dinner. And dinner can lead to - other things. "I'd like to have a look at what you're doing, if you don't mind, why don't we meet up for dinner and you can tell me all about it?"

"Ok, that sounds good. Why don't you swing by the orchard when you get hungry, I'll be there." She winked and walked off. Dylan watched her as she hurried off to section 19. The rear view was as good as the front one.

~

Harper had just finished overseeing the last of the adjustments on the slipstream drive. It had calmed him down after Dylan's freaky behavior over the last few days. To really cheer himself up he decided to go visit Kitrin. The two of them had hit it off straight away and he'd been making it a habit to pop his head in to say hi a couple of times a day. Yesterday he'd brought her a ham sandwich at lunch and she'd kissed him on the cheek.

"Hey Kitten!" he yelled as he came in the door, " How'z it coming?"

"Perfect timing Harper" Kitrin's voice floated up from the floor, "I've just finished" she stood up and smiled at Harper. Harper felt the full force of that smile and grinned back.

"Well as a reward for finishing ahead of schedule I think you deserve the full 50 cent tour of Andromeda, what do you want to see first?" Say crew quarters, say crew quarters! "We can grab some lunch on the way."

"I have to meet Trance for lunch at 1 o'clock" she said looking at her watch.

"No you don't actually" came the voice of Andromeda's hologrammatic representation who appeared suddenly behind them. "A member of the ministry of agriculture took her off on a tour of the snow-fruit fields. She left a message about the work that needs done in the science lab database. There's no hurry." The hologram disappeared again with a smile.

"Uh, ok then. What’s the best thing to see?" Kitrin smiled at Harper

"What - apart from me?" He smiled back. The full - on flirt mode that they'd been enjoying was now moving into the smiling - and - meaningful eye contact stage. "How about the crew quarters? On a ship of the line they're like living planetside: plenty of room to stretch out." Well subtle isn't really my strong suit.

"Hmm. These crew quarters? Would they be YOUR quarters by any chance?" She had one eyebrow raised and was still smiling. Harper was pretty sure she wasn't about to slap him and complain to Dylan about sexual harassment.

"Well, my quarters would be in that general area if you wanted to see the lived - in look."

"Ok, let’s go."

Harper was shocked. He'd been expecting at least another days work before he managed to persuade Kitrin into his quarters. It wasn't as if beautiful women threw themselves at him; he usually had to rely on his persistent charm and sometimes large amounts of alcohol. He checked to make sure his mouth wasn't open and followed her out of the room.

~

Shit! I should have cleaned up a bit more last night he thought as they walked into his bedroom. The dirty clothes and most of the bits of broken machinery had been put away but the room still looked as though a refuse conduit had exploded in it.

"Ha! This looks just like my place!" Kitrin said as she ran her hand over a half - melted pulse cannon and climbed onto the bed.

In his haste to follow her Harper tripped over his feet and landed with a thud on the floor. Oh very smooth Seamus, that's really the way to impress chicks.

Laughing, Kitrin leaned over the end of the bed and dragged him up by the belt until they both lay on the bed giggling. The giggling soon became kissing. They never did get lunch.

~

Harper rolled over sleepily and stroked the smooth line of Kitrin’s thigh. Wow that was amazing. I didn’t think I’d last that long after such a long dry spell. Her skin still felt hot to the touch from the energetic and very enjoyable sex they’d had. Twice. In quick succession. The post – coital glow couldn’t last much longer though. Kitrin had made plans to have dinner with Dylan that evening. "Why don’t you blow off Dylan and stay here with me babe? That was only the starter, I can do so much more with time to prepare. You kinda took me by surprise there y’know."

Kitrin gave a throaty laugh, "I know, I thought your eyes were going to pop out of your head when I agreed to ‘tour’ your quarters." She sighed and climbed out of the bed. Harper couldn’t take his eyes off her as she walked over to the bathroom. "I really need a shower. Join me?"

~

Dylan couldn’t see Kitrin when he entered the orchard. He could, however, hear her: she was humming off to the right somewhere. The trees in the orchard were a little overgrown; probably due to the excess CO2 that Trance had mentioned. He pushed foliage out of the way releasing a delicious smell: sort of vanilla and strawberries. Finally he saw her; she was standing in the pool Trance had built near the eroli tree taking some readings. I guess she didn’t want to get her shoes wet. Or socks. Or oh my god! She was standing there in only a tight T-shirt and her rather skimpy underwear. By looking at the front of her shirt he could tell the water must be cold. He stood there, his mouth open like an idiot until she noticed him.

"Oh hi Dylan. Is it that late already?" she said with one of those blinding smiles, which rendered him speechless even, when she was fully dressed. "Are you ok? You look sort of pale."

That because all my blood just went south he thought. "Uh hurr. Um I’m fine. Yes, er, no problems, really" he paused and they looked at each other for a moment, "It’s just, well, I haven’t, you know, dated, since before Andromeda went into the black hole. And here you are, a beautiful woman that I’m interested in, almost naked in front of me."

Kitrin’s mouth was a perfect O, "Three hundred years? Oh my god, you haven’t had sex in 300 years?" a wide variety of expressions crossed her face; not least surprise. After a moments of what looked like deep thought a naughty twinkle appeared in her eyes. "It’s not the best timing but I really don’t think you can hold out much longer" and she waded over to him and kissed him on the lips.

Dylan felt as though a bolt of electricity had run through him, he pulled her tight against his body and moaned as her tongue flicked into his mouth. He lifted her effortlessly out of the pond and she wrapped her wet legs around his waist.

All conscious thought was impossible for Dylan as they pulled off his clothes and sank to the floor.

It was a good thing Trance was visiting the local agricultural community. The sound of 300 years of sexual tension being released echoed loudly throughout the whole deck.

~

The repairs to Andromeda were complete. Only a week had passed since they had landed on Corionis and signed another planet onto the Commonwealth. The corridors seemed strangely silent now that the hoards of engineers had departed. A top – notch cleaning company had even been through the ship for free. Apparently it was good advertising, and the ship smelled piney fresh.

Dylan walked through the ship with a smile on his face: All was right with the universe today. His ship was in perfect condition, the Commonwealth had gained an important ally and best of all he’d met a woman who made him feel really alive for the first time since he’d arrived in this time. His mind thought back to that first time in the orchard. He’d never been that abandoned before, whether it had been the accumulated stress of finding all he’d known gone or the effect of the lovely Kitrin he didn’t know. All he did know was that with her all his careful control and chivalry went flying out the window and he turned into all his baser instincts. Last night at her apartment she had given him the blow job of all blow jobs and his ears were pink remembering what he’d done to her. The only fly in the ointment was the short time they had together. The Andromeda would be leaving in 36 hours.

~

Harper was also happy. Kitrin had arrived early this morning and sneaked into his room. There was absolutely no better way to wake up in the morning than to have a hot, sexy babe slide onto you when you were still half-asleep.

Harper lay in bed listening to Kitrin in the shower. He was going to miss her, and not just for the sex: she was fun to be around and she usually understood him when he started to babble techno-speak during a really good idea. He wished they didn’t have to leave so soon. Damn Dylan and his King Kanute act; what would it hurt to stay here for a few more weeks. Didn’t they deserve a break? Harper sighed; maybe he could try to talk to Dylan about it. Now that he thought about it, it seemed that Dylan had been a little more relaxed over the last few days. Maybe one of the diplomatic ice – maidens had gone for that whole broad – shouldered, hero thing and the guy had finally gotten laid. That might make his job easier..

~

"Hey! Wait up Dylan" Harper called as his captain strode past. He scurried after him, not for the first time envying Dylan’s height. For every step he takes I have to take two. "Are you sure you want us to leave tomorrow? This seems like a perfect place to take a short break from saving the universe." Harper tried to look innocent, "I’m just thinking of crew morale."

Dylan laughed, "Yes I’m sure you are. The fact that we’re about to leave a whole planet of women that you haven’t had a chance to pester yet wouldn’t come into it would it?" He slung an arm casually over Harper’s shoulders, "I know how you feel: I don’t want to leave here any more that you do, believe me. But the Episc’s Federation wants to open talks in 3 days and we have to be there. Don’t worry we’ll be back here next time Andromeda needs a refit; this is the best spaceport we’ve found."

Harper was a little disconcerted by the arm on his shoulders: Dylan wasn’t usually a touchy – feely kind of guy. Oh yeah, he got laid – big time! "A few days wouldn’t make that much of a difference. There’s not just chicks on this planet: it’s got lots of other stuff too. Even Beka likes it here and she hates planets."

"Sorry Harper, we go tomorrow." Dylan patted Harper on the back and walked off.

"Damn!" Well he’d just have to make the most of the time he and Kitrin had left. They hadn’t made any plans for the evening but Harper had her address. A big bunch of those pink flowers from that bush Trance calls Emily and some edible body paint should get the evening off to a good start.

~

Dylan felt a little sorry for Harper: the poor guy had been stuck inside Andromeda for the whole week overseeing the repairs. Dylan had a new – found appreciation for the benefits of releasing sexual tension. He’ll probably go down to that bar I saw at the edge of the spaceport. I hope so; I don’t want him driving Rommie nuts for the next few weeks by leching over her. The problems of Harper’s sex life didn’t occupy him for long: he was anticipating an evening of wild abandon with another, much prettier, engineer.

~

Harper bounced up to Kitrin’s door and rang the old fashioned bell. He couldn’t wait to see her, even though they’d been together that morning he still craved the touch of her naked body. The door swung open and he leaped in and kissed her before she could even say hello. It only took a moment to realize Kitrin wasn’t returning the kiss as passionately as he was.

He drew his head back and said, "What’s wrong babe?" and that’s when he noticed Dylan getting up from the sofa. Without his shirt. Oh crap! Harper’s guts felt full of lead but he was determined not to show it. "Both of us babe? Where did you find the energy?"

Kitrin had this guilty half – grin on her face, "I didn’t plan this you know, I really liked both of you from the start. I couldn’t choose which one I liked best and then you both made passes at me. I guess I was just greedy. I spend most days up to my elbows in grease and environmental by – products, it’s rare for one good looking man to ask me out, let alone two in one day."

"In one day?" You came into work and just thought ‘I wonder how many sexually frustrated spacefarers I can seduce today?" Harper was starting to get pissed off now that the shock was fading.

"I told you, it wasn’t like that. And even if it had been – so what? It’s not like this was the start of a deep and meaningful relationship: you two will be gone tomorrow. I wanted to have you while I could. Please don’t be cross with me. If it makes you guys feel any better, the last few days have been the most exciting of my life; you two were the best sex ever." She tried a hopeful smile.

Dylan still stood silently as he had since Harper had appeared but Harper’s scowl slipped a little. "Best sex ever huh? So what now? Do you want me to leave?"

Kitrin had the naughty grin on her face that Harper recognized from the ‘tour’ of his quarters, "No Harper, I don’t want you to leave: I want you both to stay"

Harper gulped and looked over at Dylan; he was still frozen to the spot. "Hey babe, I’m really not into guys. At all."

"Good!" she said, "I wouldn’t want anything to distract you guys from me." She walked over to Dylan and stroked his arm, "This is our last night Dylan, and I want to spend it with both of you. Would you do that – for me?" and she slipped the flimsy dress she was wearing off.

Harper groaned at the sight of her body. If this is the only way you’re going to get laid tonight, go for it, the reckless part of his brain was yelling. "Whatever the lady wants" he heard himself saying. Oh great now Dylan thinks I want to get kinky with him. "The focus being on the LADY"

~

Dylan’s brain had stalled when Harper had come through the door. Seeing him kiss Kitrin hadn’t made him seethe with jealousy. In fact he had quite liked it. The news that she had been jumping out of Harper’s bed to meet him in the orchard was – unsettling. The dream about watching Harper’s hands caress Rommie’s skin was at the front of his mind. He had to face up to the fact that, although he didn’t want to have sex with the young man, the thought of watching him with Kitrin was really turning him on. He was even more excited now that he had been when he’d found her in the pond.

They were both looking at him now. He couldn’t trust his voice to work so, as an answer he leaned over and kissed Kitrin on the lips.

She smiled, took his hand and reached over for Harper’s. He had a rather wild-eyed look but he followed them into the bedroom.

~

Harper and Dylan were walking home in the pre-dawn twilight. The silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable but they both knew it could be if it went on much longer.

"Uh Harper?" Dylan broke the silence, "Tell me to mind my own business if you want but those scars...?"

"The ones on the back are from the Neits: they caught me stealing food. I was lucky, they must have been in a good mood: they usually killed kids they caught stealing." Harper shrugged. "The ones on the chest I got from a Magog. I ducked the venom but it got me with its claws. Lucky again I guess: someone behind me had a plasma arc and welded its head to a tree before it could finish me."

"Does nibbling that ‘WOO-HOO’ spot work on all chicks?" asked Harper, deliberately changing the subject.

Dylan grinned, "All the ones I’ve tried it on."

"Wow! You learn something new every day."

"Yes, for instance I’ve never done that bending thing before."

Harper looked blank, "Bending thing?"

Dylan blushed, "You know when I was stretched out and Kitrin was at right angles and you reached over and..."

"Oh that! Yes." Harper’s smirk grew wide, "That really works best with three people"

Dylan turned and looked at Harper, "You’ve done that before?"

"Umm, well. Not with another guy but yes. There were these two chicks back on Earth just before I left." Harper looked a little sheepish, "To be honest they were more into each other that me. I think I was just there as an excuse for them to get naked together. Anyway that’s where I learned the ‘bending thing’."

They walked on in silence for a while. Just as they entered the spaceport Harper turned to Dylan and said, "Talking of learning new things: I never would have taken you for the sort of guy to have a tattoo on his ass."

Dylan jumped and his face flushed bright red, "That happened when I was a cadet. Um, I was quite young and a little straight laced." Harper raised an eyebrow, "Ok very straight laced and a couple of the older cadets took me out and got me drunk. When I woke up there it was." Dylan’s ears were pink again. "I hope you’ll keep this to yourself Harper."

"Yeah right Dylan, I’m really going to tell everyone that I’ve seen your ass!" I don’t believe this guy. We just spent the night together naked, having loud nasty sex with Kitten and the thing he’s embarrassed about is his tattoo?

I wonder if I can make his ears go pink when we meet the Episc Federation delegates. But how on earth am I going to maneuver the conversation around to Winnie the Pooh?

The End