* * *
Harper talked to himself as he hurried to the Institute’s main
entrance. Okay, he told
himself, Dom was mad because she thought he was lying about something
major. He’d fix it.
He’d come clean about his lungs being messed up and tell her no
big deal, that Crane was totally blowing things out of proportion.
That made his conscience twitch.
Then he would be lying. He
grimaced. No, he had to tell
her about his how his immune system did a spotty job a lot of the time.
He shook his head with a groan.
He couldn’t tell her that. She’d
really freak and he couldn’t tell her that she didn’t need to because
Dylan had pumped him full of nanobots that helped him to be at least
closer to average health wise. He couldn’t do that because the Admiral had made him
promise not to. He wouldn’t
lie because he liked that Dom trusted him and didn’t want to give her
reasons not to. He couldn’t
tell the truth because he could he was sworn to secrecy on half of it.
Trying desperately not to hyperventilate, Harper did his best to
convince himself that the right words would come if he just started
He got out the front exit of the Institute just as Dom was pulling
up. He climbed into the
passenger seat saying, “Look, I know that...”
“Don’t,” Dom cut him off, sounding equally worried and
miffed. “I need to
concentrate on driving.”
Harper fell back into his seat, utterly miserable.
He couldn’t believe the best thing that had ever happened in his
life was under threat and it wasn’t even his fault!
He looked at Dom, who was just staring out the windshield with
shiny, red rimmed eyes and he got a tight feeling in his throat.
What was he going to do? He
didn’t want to lose her, but he couldn’t tell her about his health
issues without worrying her unnecessarily or telling her everything.
He didn’t want to betray the Admiral’s trust either, not when
Nelson was trying to keep him safe from harm and being so wonderfully kind
to him. He clenched a fist,
hating Crane for putting him in this position, but then he let it go.
Anger wasn’t helping him to think and he needed to have a clear
head to find a solution to this dilemma.
He just wished the ride to Dom’s house was longer because all too
soon they were pulling into her garage.
Without a word and before he could say or do anything, Dom got out
of her Jeep and went into the house.
Harper sighed, then slammed his head in the headrest a couple of
times in frustration, hoping to knock some idea loose.
All he did was give himself a little bit of a headache.
Sighing again, he got out of the Jeep and slowly walked toward the
door. This was what he got
for being too happy. He should have known that fate would punish him, rip it all
away. Wasn’t that what
always happened? He’d
figured that he’d only lasted on the Andromeda as long as he had because
he kept taking physical abuse to make up for being fairly content.
If only he didn’t have to go against the Admiral’s wishes,
he’d just tell Dom about the nanobots and the Andromeda and everything
else so she wouldn’t worry about how messed up he was health wise.
He’d wanted to anyway. Then
an idea came to him and a smile lit his face.
Okay, it was cheating, but Dom was already upset with him, so he
didn’t suppose this would make things any worse.
As for the Admiral being upset with him, well, he supposed that
when Crane told him what had happened that was pretty much going to be
what happened anyway. Might
as well go for broke, Harper decided as he opened the door.
When he got in, he found Dom sitting by the kitchen table with
another chair pulled facing hers, waiting, looking like she was either
going to yell at him or start crying again.
He didn’t give her a chance to do either.
He went down on one knee and took her hand and said with a sheepish
smile, “Will you marry me?”
Dom snatched her hand from him, looking confused and a little
angry. “Seamus Harper, I
swear... If you think that’s going to get you off the hook, you’re
“I didn’t. I...”
Harper said, standing back up and reaching to touch her cheek, but she
stood up too, dodging his hand. She
looked like she was about to punch him dead in the face, so he grabbed her
by the upper arms and pulled her back down into her chair, taking the seat
facing hers. “Look, the
Admiral made me promise not to tell you about any of this unless I was
ready to propose. I know we
haven’t gotten to there yet, but at least now he can’t get too mad at
me ‘cause I did propose and...”
Dom leaned forward quickly and clamped a hand over his mouth,
giving him a warning look. “The next words that come out of your mouth had better make
sense and had better be about why Lee was in the lab making nice or I am
kicking your sorry butt out the door.
Got it?” Harper
nodded, certain he looked appropriately terrified about the possibility of
being kicked out of Dom’s live forever, because Dom moved her hand.
“So, let’s hear it,” Dom said, still sounding angry, but
Harper could see undeniable worry in her face.
It was the only thing that kept Harper from being totally panic
stricken. He still had a
chance to fix this.
Harper drew a deep breath, trying to calm himself so he wouldn’t
start talking fast and in circles. “I
have a faulty immune system and a lot of scar tissue in my lungs,” he
stated then gave her a pained, questioning look.
Was he getting tossed out the door?
The anger vanished off Dom’s face because naked fear pushed it
out of the way. Harper leaned
forward quickly and took her hands in his, saying, “But it’s okay.
Really. See, I’m
from the future and I’ve got these teenie, tiny robots in me that keep
everything running mostly smoothly. They’re
called nanobots. The Admiral
didn’t want anyone to know about them or that I’m from the future
because he was afraid that I’d get kidnapped or somebody would hurt me
or something. I was afraid of
that too, and that’s why I didn’t tell you before even though I wanted
to. I have all along, honest,
but at first I was afraid that you’d think I was crazy and send me away,
then last night I was going to, but we fell asleep, and I was going to
tell you everything tonight, but then I had to tell the Admiral this
morning because he was freaking out about Doctor Jamieson telling him that
my immune system wasn’t working right, which I didn’t think he’d
figure out so quickly since the medical practices here aren’t very
advanced, not that it matters because I’m okay, really, so I don’t
know why Captain was going all psycho about things, especially since I
haven’t told him about anything being wrong with me and I doubt the
Admiral has, but now you know that it’s okay, but the Admiral is gonna
kill me because he ordered me not to tell you anything about all the
future stuff unless our relationship got really serious even though I told
him that I wanted to and almost did yesterday, which is why I proposed
Dom clamped a hand over his mouth again, giving him a dubious look
as she seemed to think over everything he’d just babbled at her.
Her doing it actually came as sort of a relief because Harper had
pretty much gone into vocal autopilot and if she hadn’t stopped him, he
would have kept going until he passed out from lack of oxygen.
Dom didn’t look angry, exactly, or worried precisely. He couldn’t figure out what he was seeing on his face and
he started praying that all the words he’d just squeezed quickly out had
done him more good than harm.
“You’re from the future?” she asked after a few moments.
He nodded, her hand staying firmly in place as he did.
“You aren’t dying?” He
shook his head. “Your
immune system doesn’t work?” That
wasn’t totally true, but since he couldn’t exactly launch into a
lengthy explanation, Harper nodded again.
The worried expression on Dom’s face intensified.
“But you have nanobots that do what its supposed to do?”
Again, not exactly true, but close enough, so he nodded, relieved
that her expression became a little less anxious.
“The Admiral knows about all this?”
Another nod. “And
Doctor Jamieson?” He shook
his head, then lifted a hand to waggle it, hoping that she understood that
to mean the doctor knew some things but not everything.
This would be a lot easier if she’d let him talk, but she
didn’t seem ready to do that yet. She
gave him a pout and said, “I come in a poor third.”
Harper shook his head frantically.
“And you’re going to disappear back off to the future again now
that I’ve gotten attached to you, aren’t you?”
She looked hurt, but at least she moved her hand off his mouth.
“No. The guy that
kicked my ass and tossed me in the bay?
He wasn’t a human guy and he tossed me through some sort of time
vortex or something. I
can’t go back, so you’re stuck with me. Well, not you personally, not if you don’t want to be
anymore, even though I really, really hope that’s not true. I’d hate to lose my first girlfriend over something some
other guy said. I figured
with my big mouth I’d do it for sure long before...”
“Wait! Go back.
First girlfriend?” Dom interrupted him, then gave him a
suspicious look. “You sure don’t kiss like you’ve never had a
“Never said I was pure as the driven snow,” Harper replied,
knowing he was blushing a little. He certainly hadn’t intended to broach the subject of his
less than impressive history with women this way, but it was out there
now, so he might as well just get things over with.
It wasn’t like there was that much to tell. He had the feeling Dom knew from previous conversations that
she was the only virgin in the room anyway.
“But there’s a big difference between someone being drunk
enough to do the horizontal mambo with me or someone who kisses my lips
off to get something from me and someone who actually cares about me and
really wants to be with me and I was sort of hoping...” He paused and
moved closer to stroke Dom’s face.
She didn’t swat him away, which came as a huge relief.
“I was sort of hoping that even though I was using it as a loop
hole this time that maybe someday I’d get to say... what I said before
and have it be real and have you be happy to hear it and...”
Dom was suddenly kissing him, which took him by total surprise, but
it was the sort of surprise he could live with.
Today had been so full of upheaval that he could only hope that the
kiss he was currently enjoying meant that this latest jab that life was
taking at him might not be as terrible as he feared it was going to be.
When Dom let him breathe again, he asked, “So does that mean
you’re not mad at me anymore?” Please,
please let it mean that!
“You’ve still got a lot of explaining to do, but if the Admiral
made you promise not to say anything, you probably should keep your word.
I’m sorry I freaked out, but I thought you were dying and that
you weren’t going to tell me or lie about the whole thing.
I don’t know which thing upset me more.
I’m glad none of that was true.
Believe it or not, you being from the future makes sense in a weird
sort of way and I can deal with that better than you being sick or
something,” Dom told him, her face still close to his, relief making her
features soft again.
Harper took advantage of her nearness and kissed her long and deep,
beyond thrilled that she was still letting him kiss her at all.
He wasn’t going to keep anything from Dom ever again, not if was
going to make her cry and make him as unhappy as he had been in her jeep.
It wasn’t worth it. Besides,
he was a huge blabbermouth when he was among friends.
He was surprised that he had kept his secrets from her for even
this length of time. Dom was
the best girlfriend in the history of the known universe if she was
forgiving him this easy for keeping things from her and for coping with
the reality of his situation with such calmness.
Harper was going to make sure she knew that what had happened
tonight in the lab was never, ever going to happen again.
When he broke off the kiss, he stroked Dom’s face saying,
“I’m not in love with the Admiral, so he’ll just have to forgive me
for telling you whatever you want to know. Ask me anything, any time, any place, and I’ll tell you, I
swear. I don’t ever want to
make you cry again.”
Dom gave him an odd look. “Did
you just say you’re in love with me?”
He hadn’t been trying to make her uncomfortable, but he supposed
he probably had. He didn’t expect her to profess her undying devotion for
him. Heck, he was still a
little surprised when she didn’t shove him away each time he kissed her.
She’d made it plain that she didn’t want more than kissing and
maybe a little cuddling from him, at least for the time being, and he was
a little afraid that she’d eventually decide that she didn’t even want
that anymore. He didn’t
mind moving slow so that she could be comfortable with him.
If he was patient and didn’t push, like the Admiral had said,
maybe Dom would want more from him for the rest of his life, not just for
one night and then she’d be gone. Thinking
that could happen made him hurt down in the middle of his chest and scared
that she might leave him. He
didn’t want to lose her. He
didn’t want to stop feeling loved by someone that didn’t really need
him for anything, even if she didn’t realize that it was love yet.
He knew it was. Nothing
else could make him feel this good and this scared all at the same time.
“I fall in love constantly,” he admitted sheepishly.
“I’m hopeless. Women
can be as evil, cruel, and violent as possible toward me and I still want
them. Of course, this time I
went and fell in love with someone who’s been sweet and kind and
wonderful to me, and I have totally bonded with her, and once I bond with
someone, I am so utterly loyal that it would shock and amaze you.
So I only want you and I probably will always only want you for as
long as you let me stay around. I’m
afraid that the only way you’re getting rid of me is to tie me up and
sell me to one of the mad scientist types I’ve been terrified of since I
got here. I’d sort of
appreciate it if you didn’t do that, though.”
Dom shook her head at him, giving him that little ‘you’re so
silly’ smile, to Harper’s infinite delight.
“What am I going to do with you?”
“Anything you want. Ever
wanted your own personal slave? I
volunteer if it means you’ll keep me, right here,” Harper paused put
her hand over his heart and to kiss her again.
When he broke the kiss and looked in her eyes, he could still see
concerns and doubts and decided he had to make with the funny fast before
he scared her away. “I’m
willing to cater to your every need.
You already know I do housework.
Should I put on one of those little maid things next time?”
Dom giggled at the thought. That
was good. Keep things light
and breezy, Harper, because there had been way too much serious tonight
already. “Of course, slaves
are supposed to be confined, not that I’d run off.
Still, maybe you better chain me up, preferably to your bed. There’s still lots of stuff that I know how to do really
well that you have yet to experience.
I’d be more than willing to demonstrate.”
“You have some bizarre fantasy about being tied up, don’t you?
And I thought you were supposed to be my slave.
That sounds more like you want me to be your little sex kitten,”
Dom said, giving him a narrow look.
“No, no! This is all
about you and your wants and needs, I swear.
My own personal gratification has absolutely no bearing on things.
In fact, everything below my waist is forgotten until you say
otherwise. When you have a
use for something down there, you let me know.
From now on, just consider me your willing slave boy, ready to
cater to your every whim. You
tell me what you want and I’ll deliver.”
There were still plenty of fun options to be explored even given
Dom laughed softly and said, “Oh, really?”
Harper nodded enthusiastically.
“You know what I want right now?”
Her voice had grown soft and sultry and gave him shivers.
“What?” Harper asked, hoping it involved going upstairs and
messing up the bed linens.
“Food. I’m hungry,
and you told me you can’t cook,” Dom said with another chuckle.
Harper felt like groaning, but then figured if Dom was teasing him,
he really was out of the dog house and he could relax.
“So, I’ll learn. How
hard could it be? You throw
stuff in a pot and cook until tasty.
Not exactly brain surgery.”
“It’s a little more complicated than that,” Dom said, then
cocked her head to one side and gingerly ran a finger along the sensitive
skin around his port. He
shivered with pleasure as his eyes all but closed, absently wondering if
he should tell her how erotic what she was doing was.
No, better not, then she might stop and never do it again.
Much as he didn’t like other people doing it because touching him
there the wrong way could be extremely painful, he didn’t mind her
touching his port. He would
happily let her touch any part of him with her soft, gentle fingers.
In fact, he began imagining her running her hands over all sorts of
places and how nice it would feel. “So
what is this really?” she asked, ghosting her fingers over the area
again, making him bite the inside of his lip to keep himself quiet.
“You can tell me while I throw things in pots and cook until
tasty.” With that she lowered her hand and rose.
Harper forced himself to take a moment to make sure his voice
wouldn’t be a few octaves higher than normal when he answered her
“It’s a neural interface.
It lets my brain sort of jump into computers and poke around.”
“Isn’t that dangerous? What
if the computer had a virus? Couldn’t
it infect your brain?”
“No. Computer brains
and human brains don’t work the same way so a virus couldn’t really
attack me. That’s not to
say you can’t get a nasty jolt every so often. Heck, Rommie’s zapped me more than once, a couple of times
just for the heck of it, I think. And
we won’t even go into what a Perseid downloading an entire library worth
of information into a guy is like.”
“So who is Rommie and what is a Perseid?” Dom asked as she
moved around the kitchen. Harper
smiled. It was going to be an
interesting night, but he didn’t mind talking, especially to Dom. More
than anything, he was glad that Dom was asking questions and he wasn’t
walking back to the Institute to be alone.
* * *
Dom had been ready to toss Seamus out the door if she’d needed
to, angry with him about what seemed to have happened in the lab back at
the Institute. It seemed like
he’d been lying to her and not about some unimportant little thing, but
about something major. Seamus
had talked to her about all sorts of things and he had seemed comfortable
telling her about just about everything current in his life. A lot of his past he didn’t talk about. Considering his scars and that Dom assumed from what he had
told her that most of his childhood had been sad and scarey, she didn’t
push. He had told her a few
things about his family and the crews of the ships he’d worked on. She had figured that he would tell her more if she needed to
know about it or as they got closer and spent more time together.
He didn’t know everything about her either, after all.
When Lee had said that Seamus was sick enough to warrant ‘the
face’ and had not told her about it, that made her feel angry and hurt.
She’d thought that he would tell her about something like that
without being forced to. After
his physical, when they had been out last night, Seamus had told her about
Doctor Jamieson’s concerns about his lungs, vague as those concerns were
at the time. She just couldn’t imagine why he wouldn’t tell her if
something were actually wrong. He
had to know that she would stand by him, not make him face things alone.
It had hurt to think he didn’t trust her with the truth.
As extenuating circumstances went, what Seamus had confessed a few
moments ago pretty much set a new high mark.
What he’d said also killed off any left over anger in her and
went a long way to take care of the worry she suddenly felt over his
health. No wonder Lee
didn’t know anything and the Admiral had sworn Seamus to secrecy.
If anyone else found out where Seamus was really from, all sorts of
chaos would ensue. Lee would
have a heart attack or insist on Seamus being confined because of what had
gone on in the past when someone from the future popped up.
Dom, however, knew from what he’d said that Seamus was just
someone who had been caught up in something beyond his control, not
someone here to do people harm. The
Admiral obviously felt the same way, hence the fact that nothing had
changed between him and Seamus since he told Nelson everything this
Dom wasn’t angry with Seamus anymore, though she was still a
little concerned about his health problems.
He was getting extra helpings of things with vitamin C from now on
and she would research how else to shore up a weak immune system.
She couldn’t do much about his lungs, she supposed, but she would
make sure he was well away from people smoking and other such things that
could further hurt him. She’d
talk to the Admiral about it, but not tomorrow.
She was a little miffed with him about his telling Seamus to
basically lie to her about himself, but she could understand his
reasoning. At least the
Admiral seemed to have done what he did to protect Seamus.
Still, if the Admiral wanted secrecy, he’d have it.
Dom had told Seamus not to tell the Admiral that she knew anything
and she would carry on as if that were true, at least at the Institute.
Seamus had seemed relieved about that and Dom was happy that he
trusted her not to get him into trouble about his forced truth telling.
Dom was definitely angry with Lee.
He could have done a lot of things when she walked in at exactly
the wrong moment, but he decided to make sure she was good and upset with
Seamus rather than trying to defuse the situation.
He had been trying to get her to push Seamus away since before they
were dating and he’d probably looked on what had happened as a golden
opportunity. Dom didn’t
like this sudden trend of most of the men in her life suddenly becoming
overprotective, but Lee was by far the worst offender in that group.
Lee had better leave her personal life alone from here on out or he
would find out how unpleasant she could be.
As Dom made dinner, all she could basically do was listen.
Now that the truth telling gates were opened, Seamus seemed to be
determined to tell her everything about himself and his life in the future
that he could squeeze out in the time they had before and during dinner.
She listened as Seamus talked about Rommie, an avatar that he had
built for the Andromeda and about Perseids, long chinned, grey skinned,
science minded aliens that he had worked with occasionally. He’d talked about working on the Andromeda Ascendant
before, but he’d left out that it was a sentient military starship and
he’d worked on her thousands of years in the future.
He told her about Dylan Hunt and the Andromeda and Beka Valentine
and the Eureka Maru during dinner, all of whom Dom was somewhat aware of,
but never the whole picture. Things
about Seamus started to make a lot more sense to her as he told his
stories. She tried not to interrupt him much, too interested most of
the time anyway. He explained
in more detail what had happened the day he’d literally been ripped from
his life and deposited on her back door step as they were cleaning up from
“So, you really don’t know why the alien beat you and threw you
off the Andromeda,” Dom summed up as she dried a dish he’d just
“I wish I did. I mean I thought that maybe they were trying to stop me from
making the sensor enhancement so Dylan couldn’t see their ship, but
popping into the middle of the Andromeda to do it seemed kind of
counterproductive,” Seamus replied.
“And why beat me up first if they just wanted to get rid of me?
Why send me into the past where someone would, maybe, kill me?
Why not just snap my neck or toss me through that vortex into the
middle of a sun or something?”
Dom moved next to him and stroked his back.
“I’m glad he didn’t,” she told him when he looked to her.
That drew a warm smile from him.
“Keep saying stuff like that and you’ll never get rid of me,”
he warned her.
“Why do you keep thinking I want to?
I mean, aside from the misunderstanding tonight, I thought we were
good. Am I giving you some
sort of signals that I’m not aware of?” Dom asked.
“No, it’s just that...”
He looked back at the dish he was washing, falling silent and still
for a moment. “I’ve
always felt like if I disappeared out of the universe, no one would
notice. That’s why I sing
my praises so much, so that people will remember I’m there.
It’s like I’m not just unimportant, but like I’m taking up
space that someone who is important should be using.
I mean, if Dylan had a better engineer, a real engineer, maybe he’d be closer to fixing the Commonwealth.
Maybe Beka would be a rich shipping magnate.
Maybe the alien creep was right.
Maybe I was just in the way. Maybe
they’re better off with me gone.”
He sounded so forlorn that it made Dom ache for him.
She turned him toward her and hugged him tight.
He returned the embrace, holding her to him almost desperately, as
if she would disappear if he let go.
“None of that’s true,” she told him as they held each other.
“And you matter to me.”
“Then the hell with the rest of the universe,” he replied
softly, then kissed the top of her head and laid his cheek there, seeming
content to just stand there and hold her.
He did for a long while, then he said, “You’re too good to
“Seems to me that other people haven’t been good enough,” she
replied, then looked up at him, brushing a hand along his temple back into
his hair. His eyes half
closed appreciatively and he sighed as she did it again.
He liked being touched, being held, and Dom could only assume that
no one had ever taken the time to be slow and gentle with him.
He’d said that the women in his past had either used sex as a
tool to control him or been with him because they were drunk and he was
convenient. No wonder he
wanted to move quickly towards intimacy. No one had ever stayed with him before. He probably expected her to drop him cold once she had
whatever it was he thought she wanted from him because that’s what had
always happened to him before.
“So, if I finish the dishes, do I get some more cuddling?” he
asked with a little grin. There
was something in his eyes, though, a fearfulness that seemed to confirm
her suspicions, that told Dom he was afraid that if he stopped doing
things for her that she would push him away.
“Leave them,” she said, pulling from his arms, but taking him
by the hand and tugging him toward the back door.
“Come lay down in the hammock with me and tell me about the stars
you’ve seen first hand.”
Seamus came willingly enough, but he said, “Oh, I get it now.
Be nice to the short, skinny guy in the name of science.”
Dom stopped at the door and turned, kissing him, seeming to take
him by surprise by doing it. “No,” she told him when their lips parted.
“Be nice to the handsome Irishman with the lovely blue eyes
because he’s sweet and gentle and worthy of so much more than he seems
to think he is.”
He raised a hand to cup her face, the troubled look in his eyes
intensifying instead of going away as expected.
“Please, don’t say stuff like that, okay?
It’s not that it isn’t nice to hear and it does make me happy,
but that’s the scary part. It
never lasts. Me being happy, I mean.
I get happy, then bad stuff happens.
Everyone, everything I care about, it always goes away.”
“I was only going out on the back porch and I was taking you with
me,” Dom said with a smile, trying to lighten the mood.
What he had just told her, it sounded so terrible and terrifying,
to never be able to hold onto anything good.
How had he borne it if that kept happening to him all his life?
Seamus blinked at her, then grinned a little, seeming to relax.
“You can take me anywhere you want, angel,” he replied.
“Good. Come keep me
warm,” Dom said, drawing him out onto the patio.
They settled into the hammock and Dom laid her head on Seamus’
shoulder as he wrapped his arms loosely around her, holding her as the
hammock rocked them gently. Seamus
kissed the top of her head again, then seemed content being close like
they were. “I must seem so
boring,” she commented. That
drew a little chuckle out of him.
“You excite me beyond words.”
He rubbed his leg along hers and nuzzled her hair and there was no
doubt in Dom’s mind as to what sort of excitement he meant.
“I meant that you’ve had all these adventures all over the
universe. I haven’t been
anywhere by comparison. The
other side of the planet once. That’s
it. No place thrilling.
And here I thought I was entertaining you with my stories about the
Seaview and everything. How
wrong was I? I am such a total country bumpkin.”
Seamus hugged her gently. “Nah,
I am. I never left Boston, or
at least the immediate area, until I was about twenty, and then I was
pretty much staring at the guts of ships, not at the stars.
Ah, the glamorous life of ship’s engineering.
Ask Ro. She’ll tell
you. It’s not like I’ll ever get to show you, but that’s
probably a good thing. I’m
so glad that I got sucked into your world and you didn’t get pulled into
mine. I can see it now. You drop into the middle of the Andromeda, get brought before
the amazing Captain Dylan Hunt, your knees go all buttery,
and boom! You’re
naked in his bed. That’s if
you made it past Tyr offering to share his superior genetics with you.
Then little, scrawny me finally would have gotten to meet you, I
would have hit on you with some pathetic pickup line and you would have
laughed in my face.”
“That’s how things always happened.
Big, handsome, driven Captain, he gets chicks.
Massive, muscular, somewhat homicidal Nietzschean warrior, he gets
chicks. Short, sickly, yet
still amazingly good looking and brilliant fix it guy, he gets to spend
another night alone, tinkering with mechanical things to take his mind off
of the women that want the Captain and the Warrior.
Or... or the hot chick actually pays attention to him, but it’s
to get him to sell his soul to her evil master.
If that’s what you were after, the Admiral owns my ass now, so
you can stop being nice to me.”
“I think the Admiral would be terribly insulted that you just
called him an evil master,” Dom laughed.
“You know what I meant.”
“Besides, the Admiral is renting your brain.
I thought I owned your ass, slave boy,” Dom teased as she
snuggled against him with a grin.
“That and any other body parts you want to lay claim to.”
They lay there cuddling for a little while.
“You like my butt?”
“Absolutely.” Seamus let out what almost could have been called a giggle of
glee and hugged her again. He
rubbed her back and hummed something soft and soothing as they lay
together. It was just getting
dark and the stars were beginning to come out, and Dom lay looking at them
in Seamus’ arms, feeling treasured.
“Are all the women in the future incredibly stupid?”
Of course not. What
makes you ask that?”
She levered herself up so that she could look into his eyes.
Seamus looked bewildered, which made her smile.
He really didn’t know how special he was, despite the boasting.
“Never mind. Tell me about Tyr. You
haven’t told me about him yet.” Seamus
nodded and he told her about the Nietzschean warrior while she played with
his hair. The slightest touch
set him to glowing with happiness and she smiled at him.
The women of the future had to be stupid if they couldn’t see how
beautiful Seamus was.
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