FOR ONCE by Crystal Widow

As always, thanks to Rocky for the beta read.

"God, I hate being planet side!" Beka groused as she limped back into the cavern where she and Rommie had made their temporary camp. "It’s always so damn dirty." The mission had gone off okay. She’d completed her recon of the Nietzschean base, but at what price? Her clothes were stiff – grimed with mud and sweat. Her hair was tangled with leaves and twigs, and she was certain there was a bug crawling around in her shirt.

She was so caught up in her distaste for the situation that it took a minute or two to realize that the cave was empty. There was no sign of Rommie anywhere. She started to worry almost immediately. The avatar was highly capable, but possessed of an insatiable curiosity about all physical sensations. She could have followed her own curiosity anywhere.

Weapon drawn, Beka began a cautious circuit of the little cavern. With any luck, Rommie had left some sort of clue. As she neared the back of the cave, an odd shimmer of light caught her eye. It seemed to be coming from behind a tall column of rock. Moving quietly, Beka crept over to the column. Sure enough, there was a space behind it just narrow enough to slip through.

The light was coming through the opening. With it came damp air and just the faintest hint of sulphur. Carefully, Beka inched through the gap. The sight that greeted her left her breathless. The small cave was lit by candles, showing clearly a small pool of steaming water. A hot spring.

Rommie stood waist-deep in the pool, head thrown back, eyes closed, her hands travelling over her naked body with sensuous abandon. In the candlelight her skin took on a satiny glow that was extraordinarily appealing. Water beaded on her skin, rolling like tiny gems over her taut breasts. She is exquisite. Beka’s eyes tracked her every movement, as she felt the first stirrings of desire.

Without opening her eyes, Rommie spoke. "Are you just going to stand there watching, or are you going to join me? The water feels wonderful!" The last word came out throatily, almost a purr.

The thought of washing the grime from her aching body was appealing beyond all measure – the thought of bathing with Rommie started a fire. Without hesitation, Beka abandoned her clothes and stepped into the pool. The heat soaking into her tired limbs elicited a small moan of pleasure as she moved toward the center of the pool. This is heaven. "Mmmmm… this is nice."

Rommie smiled and reached a hand toward her. "Come on, let me wash your back."

Without protest, Beka let herself be turned so that her back was toward Rommie. Closing her eyes, she abandoned herself to the sensations that washed over her as strong hands laved her back. As those same hands slid around to cup her breasts, she arched her back pressing more firmly into the caress.

Smiling, she started to turn to face Rommie. Immediately, arms like steel bands held her in position. "Relax, Beka. Let me do this my way this time. Just enjoy the ride."

Taking a deep breath, Beka closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. Giving up control had never been easy for her. Even as she quit struggling with the idea, Rommie loosened her hold. Soft lips trailed fire along her neck and shoulder, even as caressing hands returned to her breasts. She gasped as her nipples were rolled briefly between thumb and forefinger, before one hand left her breasts leaving goosebumps in its wake as it make its way toward the juncture of her thighs.

Hot water swirled against her as fingers delved between slick folds, stroking her, stoking the furnace higher. All thoughts of exhaustion vanished, washed away in a flood of arousal. She could feel Rommie’s breath tickling the hairs on the back of her neck, and her own breathing was becoming ragged. Three fingers plunged inside her and she was gone. Even as her orgasm broke over her, Rommie set up a rhythm, sliding smoothly in and out, building the pressure ever higher.

"Tyr. Why don’t you join us?" Rommie’s voice was calm, her rhythm unbroken.

Tyr? Here? Now? Beka’s eyes flew open and she struggled to pull away, but Rommie was unyielding. One arm held her in place as those fingers continued to work their magic. She could only watch as Tyr stripped and stepped into the water.

He stalked toward them, his eyes never leaving her. His nostrils were flared, his arousal blatantly evident, and the expression in his eyes made Beka burn. His skin was golden in the flickering candlelight, giving him an air of majesty. As he reached them, he dipped his head to her breast. She whimpered as he alternately licked and nipped first one breast then the other. His hands travelled down her flanks to rest on the backs of her thighs.

As if by some unspoken agreement, Rommie withdrew her fingers moving her hands to support Beka’s shoulders even as Tyr lifted Beka’s hips toward him. Standing between her spread thighs, he drove himself into her. He withdrew almost to his full length before thrusting back with considerable force and she felt herself buck to meet him. His rhythm was primitive, demanding an answer and it got one.

Rommie moved to a kneeling position as she supported Beka and bent to kiss her. The thrusts of her tongue mirrored Tyr’s almost exactly, and Beka lost all semblance of coherence. Everywhere they touched her, she burned. Beneath their hands she writhed mindlessly, her world becoming one of sensation, parry and thrust, building inexorably towards a cataclysmic climax. She came in fury of sound and sense, consciousness fading completely. As her body went limp, she felt herself being carried gently to the edge of the pool.

She opened her eyes briefly to see Rommie down on all fours, Tyr pumping into her from behind. Her last thought before sleep claimed her was ‘For once, they aren’t arguing.’

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