Summary: A single moment on Command deck. Drabble-and-a-half.
Codes: Beka/Tyr
Disclaimer: Tribune owns all rights to Andromeda. All I did was borrow it for use in my twisted little tale.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None.
Setting: Season three-ish.
Feedback: Please! Praise and constructive criticism welcome. Flames will be used for the winter's first woodfire.
Archive: Ask first, and I'll probably say yes.
Authors Note: Just occurred to me. And I think this is actually my first ever drabble variant, rather than a proper drabble.
Everyday Actions By B.L.A. the Mouse
It was such a casual gesture, the hand at the nape of her neck to move her aside, she was not prepared for the slow glide down her spine to the small of her back, to urge her again to that spot, or for the warmth of his palm lingering there as he stayed by her side.
She caught his eye, looked significantly at his arm at her waist. "What are you doing, Tyr?"
He shook his head, the slight smile on his lips confused and abashed. "Captain Valentine, I would that I knew."
It took such effort to move away, to shift her center of gravity millimeters and miles from that lulling touch, that beguiling smile. "Make sure you tell me when you figure it out, then," she offers, grateful that her voice does not betray the hope and the fear with which she receives his every statement now.
The End