Authors Note: I had a dream about this pairing so I had to do it.
Working overtime
Harry took a swing of his beer, as her worked through yet another patient report. As more of the colonists woke from cryo, the more work he had to do. He blamed Ryder for that; both of them. If it wasn't Scott Ryder causing him trouble while he recovered from his oversleeping, it was Sara Ryder out in the Heleus cluster, making a home; but she was just doing her job, so he'd forgive her.
He leaned back on the sofa, his resting back against the top of the sofa, eyes drifting to a close. He needed to sleep, if only for a minute or two. The door chime pulled the doctor reluctantly from his well owned nap. Reaching over to the chrono, he wondered who was visiting him at one in the morning. He moved over to the door, as it slid open, he saw her.
"Why Harry…" She teased. "Who knew you were so…..ripped." She bit her lip as she admired the good doctor's athletic body.
Ignoring her comment and wishing he had put a shirt on. He moved to the side to let her in. "It's one am, Ryder."
"I know, Harry. I'm throwing myself on your mercy."
"Why?" He asked with a yawn.
"Dunn thinks I have a bug in my apartment, then Kandros kicked me out." She looked up at the older man, her blue eyes wide and pleading. "Can I sleep on your couch?"
"You can have the bed, I'll take the couch."
"Yay, thank you. You got a t-shirt that I can wear?"
"In the draw over there." Harry slumped back down on the sofa, picking up another data pad, as Sara disappeared into the bathroom. She re-emerged ten minutes, wearing one of his t-shirts and the most criminally tight, black yoga shorts. "Ya know, for a man, you sure do have a lot of creams."
"Who says they're mine?"
Sara snorted, standing before him, hands on hips. "Is there a Mrs Carlyle we don't know about?"
He gave her a dangerous glare, knowing the direction she was trying to nudge the conversation in. She had a habit of flirting with him and no matter how much he deflected it, she still continued. "Behave, Ryder." He warned.
"I'm just teasing, Harry. Who put the stick up your butt?"
"Sara, it's past one and I have a ton of reports to do. Now I have you here, trying your god awful, irritating, flirting game and I just really want to sleep."
Sara angrily removed the t-shirt, throwing it at his face. "You're such a dick head, Harry." She stormed into the bathroom, cursing the lack of doors to slam.
He sat listening to her crashing around in bathroom, guilt eating at him for upsetting her. He tried so hard to pre-empt her flirting that he moved to being downright rude to her. Being attracted to her was hard enough without her obvious attempts at seduction. She was his friend's daughter and a girl, twenty two years his junior. She was beautiful, smart, funny and had a way with people, her success with the Angaran people was proof of that. If he admitted it, he would say he was in love with her, had been for a long time but he wouldn't act on it, it would feel like he was insulting Alec's memory.
He knocked on the bathroom door. "Sara, can I come in?" He opened the door to see Sara sitting on the edge of the bathtub, still topless and drying her eyes.
"How did you get a bathtub?"
"My good looks?" He handed her the t-shirt, watching as she pulled it back on. "I'm sorry, Sara. I shouldn't have snapped at you."
"Sure, you apologize now you've seen my tits….twice." She smiled at him briefly.
"What a difference a nice pair of tits makes." He laughed as soon as a burst of her laughter broke free. "You want to watch a vid with me?"
"Sure, but none of that history shit, dad inflicted on us."
"I got the Star Wars movies." He offered.
"You fucking nerd, Carlyle." She laughed, pushing him out of the bathroom.
Together, they settled down on the bed with beer and snacks from Harry's secret stash. "Kinda ironic isn't it?" We are watching this in a galaxy far, far away." He joked.
Sara leaped up on her knees, straddling his hips. "You are such a nerd, Harry."
"Sara….." He shifted underneath her, uncomfortable with the fact she was sitting right above his crotch and he feared an awakening that she would notice. "We've talked about this." He groaned when she pressed a kiss into his chest.
"I know." She whispered against the downy hairs on his chest.
"We shouldn't." His voice broke as she moved down to his stomach, tracing the contours of his muscles. His skin tingled as her hair tickled him as she moved further down.
"I know." She looked up at him, their eyes meeting in a way that could set the room on fire. "Tell me to stop and I will." She breathed out as she pulled down his shorts.
He watched as she took his cock in her hand, stroking him,looking up at him, challenging him to stop her. He was done, he couldn't fight her any more, he wanted her so badly. "You win," He grunted as she licked a drop of pre-cum from the top.
"If all goes to plan, we'll both be winners." She finally took his whole length in her mouth, her lips sealed around him, her tongue teasing the shaft.
Harry was ready to lose his mind and his load if Sara carried on working him in such a delicious way. He wasn't ready for the night to end, he'd never sleep if he didn't get a taste of her. "Sara…Sara, I'll blow if you keep doing that."
She released him with a soft pop, laughing as she crawled back up his body. "Is the good doctor enjoying himself?"
He growled, swiftly flipping them over, pinning her beneath him. "Why do you tease me?"
"Because I want you. Broke my little heart when you didn't join us on the tempest." She pouted, giving him the eyes that would put a puppy to shame.
He crashed his lips against hers in a bruising kiss, not just kissing her, but devouring her, savouring the taste of her lips, his tongue gently teasing her mouth open. They groaned in harmony with each other as their tongues massaged each other, the electricity passing between them. He pulled away, both of them breathless, lips swollen. "You taste delightful, Sara." He whispered into her ear, nipping against the lobe. He wanted more, to worship her body. "Take it all off." He demanded as he pulled at her shorts, slipping them down her legs, throwing them towards the sofa, her t-shirt joining it seconds later.
She giggled as he kissed her neck, his hot breath tickling her skin. "You got me all naked and you're still playing north of the border."
He laughed against her collarbone. "That was so cheesy, Sara."
"So migrate south and I'll stop talking."
"And start screaming." He kissed the space between her breast, breathing in the scent of her skin. He cupped her left breast as he lapped his tongue against the right, taking her nipple in his mouth. Women didn't come like her, so soft she melded into his skin and so deadly so could make enemies quake in fear.
She watched, tensing in anticipation as he moved further down her body, pressing a kiss into her belly button before moving between her legs. His fingers probed at her sex, gently exploring, testing her. He moved so slow that she was going crazy, she needed something more, something more…..insistent. She gasped suddenly, arching her back as his tongue delved into her depths, his hands gripping her thighs.
God, how she tasted as he imagined, the sweet harmony of her gasps and groans as he slipped a finger inside of her. He could spend a lifetime exploring such a beautiful creature like Sara Ryder. He chased the doubt and guilt away of sleeping with his friend's daughter, a woman not long out of teen years. He'd challenge any man to have the strength to hold out as long as he had, when faced with the attention of such beautiful and remarkable woman.
Sara was close to the edge, pawing at the sheets, mewling into the ceiling, turning into loud moans, her mouth making an 'o' shape as the handsome man between her legs, suckled on her clit, pumping his fingers in and out of her. "Fuck…..Fuck, Harry." She scream, arching her back, undulating her hips towards his face, so close she actually felt like she was on fire.
Harry felt a bloom of smug satisfaction in his chest as she fell limp, her chest rising and falling in fast, uneven breaths. He moved back up her body, settling himself between her legs. "You still with me, Sara?"
She let a shaky laugh. "Just about. We aren't done yet."
"I know." He nudged against her entrance, pushing himself into her, groaning at the way she constricted his cock. He pinned her arms above her head, forcing her down into the mattress. He moved with slow, deep strokes as he kissed her neck, enjoying the way her body felt pressed against his, her breast rubbing against his chest.
She whimpered as he filled her, moving slowly and methodically, completely under his controlled, but it wasn't enough. "Harder, Harry. Fuck me." She pleaded.
Being a gentleman, he answered her plea as he should, increasing the pace, slamming into her forcefully. "Like that?"
"More….." She begged, gripping on to the pillow above her head.
He adjusted his position, releasing her arms to sit slightly, pulling one of legs over his shoulder, moving faster and deeper. He wouldn't last much longer and he knew he was close.
Her legs felt like jelly, her whole body heavy on the bed. He built her up again, ready to shatter her completely. "Fuck, Harry…." She screamed herself hoarse as she had the most intense orgasm of her life.
He felt her fall apart beneath him, her walls closing in on his cock inside her. "Sara!" He roared, spilling himself inside of her, her convulsing walls, milking his cock, making a few more swallow thrusts before he collapsed on top of her.
Together, they lay sweaty, breathless, still connected, until he pulled out and slumped down into the empty space next to her. Sara was the first to move, moving against his body, pulling his arm around her.
Harry pulled her tight to him, stroking her hair. "That was something special."
She laughed, kissing his chest. "It sure was." She yawned, quickly drifting off to sleep.
He'd laid awake a while longer, thinking about what they did. Alec knew of his feelings towards Sara, Alec warning him to stay friendly with her and nothing more. If he was still alive, Alec would throw him out of the airlock, having beaten him to a bloody pulp first, but then Alec sadly wasn't alive. There was nothing stopping him now, although, how he would face Scott in the morning, he didn't know.
Sara woke in the morning to an empty bed. She sat up, a data pad slipped down the pillow that Harry had used in the night. She yawned picking up the pad, rubbing her eyes so she could read it properly.
Sara
I need to have a think about last night. Alec was my friend and I went slept with his daughter. Not to mention the age gap between us.
I now have to face your brother, knowing what happened between you and I.
I left an emergency birth control pill in the kitchen for you. Lexi tells me you haven't had your jab in a while and we cant afford that kind of accident right now.
Maybe we'll talk sometime.
I'm sorry,
Harry.
Sara shook her head in disbelief at the man and cowardice. She quickly dressed, eager to get out of his apartment. As she walked out, she looked at the small bottle on the kitchen counter, walking out, leaving the bottle untouched.
