Past Reflections 8/?
Disclaimer: Andromeda, Harper, Tyr etc. don't belong to me, unfortunately. No infringement intended.
Authors Notes: Rated R due to possible slash content and violence. I have been having some formatting problems, so if this comes out crazy bear with me.
The Problem With Waking Up
Tyr woke up early the next morning to the not entirely unwelcome sensation of being cuddled up to a warm body. The pleasant interlude didn't last for long however, as said warm body began moaning and squirming in the throes of a nightmare. It took Tyr a second to realize he was in bed with Harper, and that the boy was trembling in fear from the demons that haunted his sleep. Tyr had no idea whether he should wake Harper up, or simply let him regain awareness himself. On the one hand, the nightmare he was having seemed to be particularly vivid if his whimpering was any overt indication. On the other hand, waking up in the arms of a Nietzschean, any Nietzschean, may just make matters worse. Harper wasn't comfortable in Tyr company at the best of times, so he would most likely become very uncomfortable if he were to find himself sleeping practically on top of the larger man. Having decided he was going to let Harper wake up on his own, Tyr was just about to try to get back to sleep when the boy's agitation seemed to escalate.
"Boy, wake up." Tyr said gruffly trying to shake Harper awake. It worked all too well, as Harper startled awake at the sudden movement. Before he could bolt however, Tyr gathered Harper's squirming form against his chest. Unfortunately Seamus, still in the grip of his nightmare, saw Tyr's bone spurs and assumed he was being held by a Dragan. Before Harper could have a full-blown panic attack however, Tyr started purring softly in an attempt to calm the panicky engineer down.
"What the hell?" Harper exclaimed, calming slightly due to the unexpected rumbling.
"Be still, Little Man." Tyr murmured soothingly.
"Tyr?!?"
"What other Nietzschean were you expecting to be in bed with?" Tyr asked, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice, as Harper pushed himself up so he was looking Tyr in the face.
"Considering I don't even know how you came to be in bed with me in the first place, I'd say that it's a moot point." Harper snarled back. "I'm so glad I can amuse you, Tyr."
"If this is how you treat all your bed partners, it is no wonder you often sleep alone, Little Professor." Tyr idly commented, laying back comfortably with his head pillowed in his hands, watching in amusement as the boy practically jumped off him.
"Um… bed partners?" Harper squeaked. "Tyr, Big Guy… we didn't, uh, do anything I should be kicking myself for not remembering did we?" Harper's only response was a raised eyebrow from the Nietzschean, who was taking obvious pleasure in torturing him. "What I meant to say was that I was obviously drunk so if I did or said anything that makes you want to, say for example, beat me into little Harper-sized pieces, keep that in mind." Harper stuttered looking at a point just over Tyr's right shoulder.
"If anything had happened between us Little Man, I promise you would remember it the next morning, whether you were drunk or not." Tyr commented casually causing Harper's gaze to snap back to Tyr's face. Although Harper was no longer straddling the Nietzschean, Tyr could still smell the arousal practically flowing off the other man.
"I'll, uh, keep that in mind." Harper replied while still backing away from Tyr uncertainly. "I'm just going to catch a shower. Malick will be waiting for us in a little over an hour." Harper practically ran out of the room at the first opportunity after gathering a change of clothes.
"Well, that was certainly unexpected. Who would have guessed that Harper couldn't take a little teasing."
Disclaimer: Andromeda, Harper, Tyr etc. don't belong to me, unfortunately. No infringement intended.
Authors Notes: Rated R due to possible slash content and violence. I have been having some formatting problems, so if this comes out crazy bear with me.
The Problem With Waking Up
Tyr woke up early the next morning to the not entirely unwelcome sensation of being cuddled up to a warm body. The pleasant interlude didn't last for long however, as said warm body began moaning and squirming in the throes of a nightmare. It took Tyr a second to realize he was in bed with Harper, and that the boy was trembling in fear from the demons that haunted his sleep. Tyr had no idea whether he should wake Harper up, or simply let him regain awareness himself. On the one hand, the nightmare he was having seemed to be particularly vivid if his whimpering was any overt indication. On the other hand, waking up in the arms of a Nietzschean, any Nietzschean, may just make matters worse. Harper wasn't comfortable in Tyr company at the best of times, so he would most likely become very uncomfortable if he were to find himself sleeping practically on top of the larger man. Having decided he was going to let Harper wake up on his own, Tyr was just about to try to get back to sleep when the boy's agitation seemed to escalate.
"Boy, wake up." Tyr said gruffly trying to shake Harper awake. It worked all too well, as Harper startled awake at the sudden movement. Before he could bolt however, Tyr gathered Harper's squirming form against his chest. Unfortunately Seamus, still in the grip of his nightmare, saw Tyr's bone spurs and assumed he was being held by a Dragan. Before Harper could have a full-blown panic attack however, Tyr started purring softly in an attempt to calm the panicky engineer down.
"What the hell?" Harper exclaimed, calming slightly due to the unexpected rumbling.
"Be still, Little Man." Tyr murmured soothingly.
"Tyr?!?"
"What other Nietzschean were you expecting to be in bed with?" Tyr asked, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice, as Harper pushed himself up so he was looking Tyr in the face.
"Considering I don't even know how you came to be in bed with me in the first place, I'd say that it's a moot point." Harper snarled back. "I'm so glad I can amuse you, Tyr."
"If this is how you treat all your bed partners, it is no wonder you often sleep alone, Little Professor." Tyr idly commented, laying back comfortably with his head pillowed in his hands, watching in amusement as the boy practically jumped off him.
"Um… bed partners?" Harper squeaked. "Tyr, Big Guy… we didn't, uh, do anything I should be kicking myself for not remembering did we?" Harper's only response was a raised eyebrow from the Nietzschean, who was taking obvious pleasure in torturing him. "What I meant to say was that I was obviously drunk so if I did or said anything that makes you want to, say for example, beat me into little Harper-sized pieces, keep that in mind." Harper stuttered looking at a point just over Tyr's right shoulder.
"If anything had happened between us Little Man, I promise you would remember it the next morning, whether you were drunk or not." Tyr commented casually causing Harper's gaze to snap back to Tyr's face. Although Harper was no longer straddling the Nietzschean, Tyr could still smell the arousal practically flowing off the other man.
"I'll, uh, keep that in mind." Harper replied while still backing away from Tyr uncertainly. "I'm just going to catch a shower. Malick will be waiting for us in a little over an hour." Harper practically ran out of the room at the first opportunity after gathering a change of clothes.
"Well, that was certainly unexpected. Who would have guessed that Harper couldn't take a little teasing."
