Rating: what else, PG-13 or T
Disclaimer: hold it I'm trying to think here…still thinking…still thinking…okay fine I own nothing.
Summary: one-shot, Beka and Dylan finally admit a few things.
Author's Ramblings: I was just going through some of my first stories when I found this. It as you may have already guessed it is my first publishable attempt at a Beka/Dylan so let me know what you think.
You Were Wrong
"Relax Dylan; we've still got three days left," Beka said as she put the maru on autopilot and stood up.
"I know," Dylan replied not looking up from his station.
"Then why are you acting like we're about to be attacked?"
"Stress."
"Yeah right, why don't you go get some sleep?"
"I'm fine."
"Bull crap."
"Really I am."
"Do you want fries with that whopper?"
"Beka I'm fine."
"Then why are you arguing?"
"I am not!" Dylan replied indigently.
"Are to."
"Am not!"
"Tell me another lie before that one gets cold."
"What?"
"Is something wrong? This whole trip you've been as stiff as…Rhade."
"Nice comparison."
"It's the best I could think of."
"No, nothings wrong."
"Dylan, what's wrong."
"Nothing."
"Why don't I believe you?"
"I don't know."
"Dylan look at me," Beka was standing right next him as he as he looked up. "Now what's wrong?"
"I've told you nothing," he backed up a step but Beka matched him.
"Even Harper knows you better than that. What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Dylan tried to look away."
"Dylan don't look away."
"Why are you doing this?" His back was pressed against the bulkhead now and Beka stood only a few inches in front of him.
"Doing what?"
"This."
"What?"
"Beka please," he was breathing hard now and there was a shine of sweat on his forehead.
"Please what?"
"Beka stop," his breath was hot and fast on her face.
"I haven't even done anything."
"Beka please…"
"You know, I think I'm having an effect on you."
"Please…"
"Am I?" Beka raised on hand intertwining it with the hair on the back of his neck.
"Please stop."
"Yes or no?"
"Beka…"
"I'm not moving until you tell me."
"Please…"
"Answer me," Beka's other hand joined her first one at the back of his neck.
"Beka," his voice was low and husky now.
"Am I?" Beka leaned forward slightly until her lips were almost touching his. She could feel his breath on her face and see that his eyes were filled with lust.
"Yes," Dylan finally whispered.
"It took you long enough," sliding her arms around his neck Beka pressed her lips to his. He deepened the kiss as he pulled her body against his own. Freeing on arm she let it trail down his chest stopping at his waistband. He began fumbling with her pants and pushed them down before helping her with his own. They pulled apart long enough to get to Beka's room and pull off their shirts.
"What do you mean it took me long enough?" Dylan asked a few hours later.
"What do you think?"
"I never thought you had feelings for me."
"Well you were wrong," Beka pulled him down and it started all over again.
I USED TO GET HIGH ON LIFE BUT THEN I BUILT UP A TOLERANCE—HARPER
Okay what did you think? Should I try to write some more Beka/Dylan's, should I stick with Beka/Rhade's, or should I give up on trying to write romance all together? Review on anything from punctuation to my facts or anything else you wan to say, and remember:
You are not alone.
Everybody's family is crazy.
So kiss your kids and call your mamma.
God Bless
-Jeff foxworthy