| Drunken
Giggliness |
"Hey, Hey Beka?"
The blonde rolled her eyes as the drunk Nietzschean beside
her tried to tell
her yet another joke. She figured he'd have a better time of it if he was
sober enough to know what he was saying. His words were muddled, switched
around, half the joke was missing and the punchline always turned into a
very dirty suggestion whispered into her ear.
"What do you get when you cross a pilot with another pilot?"
She watched as Rhade's face split into a grin as he laughed.
Though if Beka
thought about it, it was more of a giggle.
Who would have thought that Telemachus Rhade would be a giggly drunk?
"I'm tired of your dirty jokes Rhade."
He laughed.
Giggled.
And now he was getting friendly. Crowding her personal space
by
haphazardously dragging his chair closer to hers, he threw an arm around
her
shoulder and pulled her to him. She could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"Beka."
"Rhade."
"I like you."
"That's nice," she said trying to remove the hand
now caressing her thigh.
*Where the hell is Harper...* she thought.
Looking down the bar she saw him trying to chat up a brunette. Beka rolled
her eyes. Harper was ignoring them, Dylan was on the Andromeda with Doyle
and Trance, and where was she? Getting hit on by the ex-Lt. Commander. She
rolled her eyes, again.
"I really like you." Rhade leant into her neck and inhaled.
"Rhade..." Beka tried pushing back on his chest
put he just strengthened his
hold around her shoulders.
*Damn Nietzschean strength. And damn all that muscle too...*
Her hand was still against his chest and she couldn't help
but move it down
over his abs.
Very nice.
She groaned as he started snuggling into her neck.
She had probably just encouraged him to continue by moving her hand.
*His* hand she noticed had started moving along her thigh again.
If only he wasn't drunk
Beka's eyes widened as she felt Rahde run his tongue up along her neck.
"Mmmm. You taste good. Makes me wonder what other parts..."
His hand slid and moved higher along her inner-thigh suggestively.
Beka swallowed hard as Rhade started placing nips and kisses where his
tongue had just been.
Very nice indeed.
"Hey Beka, wanna know a secret?" he whispered into her ear.
"Umm...hmmm? What?"
She moaned quietly as he placed a few more kisses on her neck.
"I'm not as drunk as you think I am."
He lifted his head from her neck and watched her figure it out.
Beka was always fun.
He giggled.
END