There is nowhere I’d rather be more than between her thighs. (SCANDALOUS)

This is my way of celebrating getting Cyrus and Saorsie getting their shit together: my face in my beautiful girlfriends cunt.

“Fuck- Andy!” might just be my new ringtone if she keeps on like this. I pin her hips down harder with my palms and double down on her, circling her clit until I’m sure they’ll be crescent shaped marks on the sheets from her pulling on them so hard.

By the time I look up from my perfect view I find an even better one: Juno grabbing back on the headboard with her head back.

Perfect.

I move one of my hands from her hip to her stomach that’s rising and falling, tightening enough that I know she’s close.

A slight gasp tumbles out of her lips when I replace my tongue with two fingers, curling just right when I make it up her body. Teeth clash when I make it to her mouth, my fingers still pumping into her. And she’s doing that little thing I love so much where she starts mumbling a bit, adorable.

She tugs on my lip then shatters.

But I’m not done.

I pump my fingers even faster, determined to push her over again, at this point she’s pulling on my shoulders. Her moans turn into half sobs then back when she gets close a second time, cumming even harder and strangling my fingers. I slow down, debating whether or not to stop completely.

“God,- please- I’m done!” she gasps out

I try to suppress a grin when I finally take out my fingers which only earns me a shove off of her. But I smile anyway.

“Ow!” my halfhearted shout fills the room as if that actually hurts. I hear her breath for a bit before she rolls over and kisses me. It’s not long before I pull her fully over me and squeeze her ass, getting a squeak out of her.

“That noise is so cute,” I enunciated each word with a tug to her lip.

A faint red paints her face even in the dark and I can make out a smile. “Really? You’re shy after everything we’ve done, sugartits?” I toss in the nickname I know she hates just because. She pins her hips to mine harder in punishment making me shift a bit.

“Really, Andromeda?” She throws the trick right back at me and it occurs to me…

“Y’know, I usually hate that,” I give her hair a sharp tug, making her sit up slightly as I lean up with her. “but you only make it hot.”

She flusters for a bit for shoving me back down and straddling me. “Yeah yeah, whatever. My turn.”

It’s hard not to be affected when she’s looking down at me, still after-glowing a bit, while she’s pinning my hips down with her own.

Every inch of skin is at my disposal from the valley between her breasts to her thighs on either side of me and god I’d like to make use of it. But it’s her turn. So I'll give her it.

Warm hands wrap around mine when she glides my hands over her thighs and lets them rest on her hips, I let my fingers dig in when she leans down to my ear with her hands still over mine.

“Can’t I have my own fun?” I can practically feel her words on my skin, I wish they’d stay there forever. While I can I let my fingers wander from her hips to her spine, tapping each vertebrae until I feel a shudder.

There it is.

Before I can make some snarky remark about her being sensitive she’s pressing open mouthed kisses down my body.

From my view it’s a shock how I haven’t melted into a giant puddle on the sheets. I let my hands sit under my head to have a better view. Her hair is fanning over her face ever so slightly, showing just slits of her ebony, heated eyes. She makes her way down the column of my throat and I tip my head back to give her better access, earning me a satisfied hum.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” I manage over the heat in my core.

The kisses stop when she pulls me level under her body, ghosting her lips over mine.

“Would you like it to be a threat, Andy?”

When she speaks like that I know she's gone. Lost to what could take us both.

And I’ll happily be taken, so long as it's with her.

Running my hands over her shoulder blades to the small of her back I press her closer to me.

“I would very much enjoy that,”

I don’t get the words to fully leave my mouth before she’s tugging with her teeth on my breasts, circling the peaks with her tongue.

Cyrus has been waiting for his first mate in the west-wing of the ship for half an hour before he thinks to use the comms system. He presses the button on the radio, static crackling.

"Andromeda Gaius, get your ass out here right now. I've been waiting ages for the meeting to start."

Saoirse buzzes in behind him, hydraulic doors hissing as her shoes click against the metal floor. "They're fucking, Cy."

Cy turned around in his captain's chair. "How do you know this?"

"You saw the eyes she was giving Juno on expedition?"

"That is how one should look at their partner, yes."

"That's how someone looks at someone when they want to rip their clothes off and turn them to putty."

Cy's cognition panel whirred with the effort to catalogue yet another quirk of human nature. Humans and sex, primarily, was the worst thing to understand.

"What, do you want me to flick open that panel of yours and show you how it feels?" Saoirse watches his confusion and smirks, draping her arms across the back of his chair.

Flirting, Cy thinks. He can register that much. He glances up at the engineer, mint green dress slipping off her shoulders, blonde hair falling into his face, small screwdriver pendant swinging from her neck. He chuckles. "Maybe later. I still need these two to come here so we can start this meeting."

"Would you like me to go get then, tinman?"

Cy pauses, and not just because of the nickname. "Won't that...embarrass them?" He had picked up on the shame humans had about the fact of sex years ago.

"Do I look like I care?" Saoirse grinned, gold heels clicking against the floor as she ran off into the body of the ship.

She reappears minutes later in the doorway like a victorious bounty hunter, one hand clamped around Andromeda’s wrist. Andy stumbles in with the theatrical indignation of someone being wrongfully arrested, which she had been, multiple times. Juno trails behind them, shoulders hunched, expression caught somewhere between guilt and the dread of an impending HR meeting. Cy straightens in his captain’s chair, ready to deliver a stern lecture only to catch Saoirse’s smug, I‑told‑you‑so grin. His reprimand derails instantly.

“Captain,” Andromeda announces, sweeping her free arm in a dramatic arc, “we were delayed due to a catastrophic systems malfunction.”

Cy’s cognition panel emits a soft whirr. “Catastrophic? Where? Why wasn’t I alerted?”

Juno winces.

Saoirse crosses her arms, leaning against the console. “Go on, Andy. Tell him which system.”

Andromeda shoots her a glare sharp enough to cut metal. “The, uh… interpersonal communications module.”

Cy blinks. “We have one of those?”

“No,” Juno mutters.

“Yes,” Andromeda insists at the exact same time.

Cy’s panel whirs louder. “I’m confused. Is this a subsystem I’ve overlooked? Should I run diagnostics?”

Saoirse bites back a laugh. “Oh, please do. I’d love to see what you find.”

Cy looks between them, trying to reconcile the multiple conflicting data-streams he was receiving. “If there’s a malfunction, we should address it immediately. Interpersonal communication is vital to crew cohesion.”

Juno covers her face with both hands.

Andromeda sighs, defeated. “Captain… it was a metaphor.”

Cy pauses. “Ah. A non-literal statement. I see.”

Saoirse pats the back of his chair. “He’s learning.”

Cy lifts his chin, proud. “I am.”

He gestures to the table. “Now that everyone is here, shall we begin the meeting?”

Andromeda slumps into a seat. Juno follows, still pink with embarrassment. Saoirse drops into the chair beside Cy, spinning lazily.