SITN22
Author's note: Sorry for the delay, but I received a chemical burn to my eye, and couldn't get on the computer at all for two weeks. (Doctor's orders, unfortunately) I'm still not supposed to be online for more than thirty minutes a day because of eyestrain issues, so this is kinda short.
Tyr woke from his light doze when he felt the bed move under him. Regina was getting out of bed. He rolled over to face her and said, "Where are you going?"
"I am going for my bag. I can see you're exhausted, but I'd really like to get the formalities taken care of. I don't think I will be able to rest easy until you're wearing my Helix." Regina shook her head as she looked down at the remnants of her green dress. Until she retrieved her bag she didn't have any clothes either. She reached for the sheet that had found it's way to the floor at some point during the evening and wrapped it around her like a sarong.
"It was my impetuousness that caused you to drop your satchel. Please, stay. I will retrieve it for you." Tyr offered as he slid out of bed.
Regina couldn't think of a reason not to let him, especially when this alternative gave her such an excellent view. She watched as he strolled over to a locker, pulled out a pair of leather pants, and began to pull them on.
Tyr slid the leather slowly up his body, enjoying both the texture and the hunger in Regina's eyes. He lingered over the lacing that closed the leather over his groin, hearing her breath catch when he finished and ran a hand caressingly back over the closure. He reached for his weapons belt, and settled it low over his hips. He buckled it and adjusted the holsters so that they made an excellent frame for his attributes. He looked up at her, awaiting her response to his display.
"Mmm, and I thought the silk was sexy.As good as the leather pants look on you, I can't wait to get you back out of them." Regina purred in approval when he finished. She had involuntarily moved closer to him during his reverse striptease, and she had to fight back the urge to see how he felt under the leather.
Tyr threw back his head and laughed. "These pants aren't as easy to destroy as the silk ones were. Although you are welcome to try."
"I may well do that, just as soon as you return." Regina smiled and flexed her fingers. Comment notwithstanding, she intended to take those pants off just as slowly as they'd gone on. No, slower.
"Then I suppose I had best not linger in the corridors." Tyr replied, still smiling at the memory of her rather egalitarian method of removing his last pair of trousers. "It would be a waste of time that could be better spent in other endeavors." Regina agreed as she smoothed a hand down the thin sheet covering her. Two could play at the temptation game.
Tyr strode out of the crew quarters feeling more relaxed and content than he had in years. Even when he had mated with Freya there had still been a very heightened level of alertness he had been forced to maintain, given the situation.
He hadn't thought about Freya in a long time. It had pained him to leave her, even if she had belonged to a Pride that had betrayed the Kodiak. She had chosen him, had been the first Nietzschean female to recognize his genetic superiority. He had not received any communication from her, so he had to assume she had repudiated him and aborted their child.
That was the greatest source of regret for him really. He knew she had been pregnant when he set off the charges that destroyed their Ion cannon. For a moment he had debated calling Hunt's bluff. Even if Dylan had let the ship go up, his DNA would have lived on. If he had thought for one second that his child would have been raised in an acceptable manner he might have risked it, but he had not been overly impressed with the Orcas lifestyle or philosophy.
He wondered if Dylan had actually thought there was any chance Orca Pride would accept his offer of protection, or if he had known that Guderian would refuse when he had forced his hand. Tyr had known what Guderian would say, and knew it for the foolishness it was. He should have taken the protection of the Commonwealth. Under it's sheltering wing, Guderian could have easily built his Pride up into a force to be reckoned with. Instead they had been scattered to the stars, their strength broken.
It had served to illustrate to Tyr that something was wrong with the Nietzschean mindset. An entire Pride bested by six humanoids and a warship, all because they couldn't see any farther than their next mating. It was not a mistake he intended to make, and it wasn't even going to be an issue for his offspring. They would learn to see the long game, right from the beginning. What good winning a battle if it loses you the war?
Tyr ended his musing when he reached the entryway. He leaned down to pick up Regina's bag just as the Maru's hatch opened. Staying low to present a smaller target, he plucked the satchel up with his off hand while pulling his forcelance from its holster with the other. He aimed it at the intruder, who was nothing more than a tall silhouette with the docking lights behind him.
Author's note: Sorry for the delay, but I received a chemical burn to my eye, and couldn't get on the computer at all for two weeks. (Doctor's orders, unfortunately) I'm still not supposed to be online for more than thirty minutes a day because of eyestrain issues, so this is kinda short.
Tyr woke from his light doze when he felt the bed move under him. Regina was getting out of bed. He rolled over to face her and said, "Where are you going?"
"I am going for my bag. I can see you're exhausted, but I'd really like to get the formalities taken care of. I don't think I will be able to rest easy until you're wearing my Helix." Regina shook her head as she looked down at the remnants of her green dress. Until she retrieved her bag she didn't have any clothes either. She reached for the sheet that had found it's way to the floor at some point during the evening and wrapped it around her like a sarong.
"It was my impetuousness that caused you to drop your satchel. Please, stay. I will retrieve it for you." Tyr offered as he slid out of bed.
Regina couldn't think of a reason not to let him, especially when this alternative gave her such an excellent view. She watched as he strolled over to a locker, pulled out a pair of leather pants, and began to pull them on.
Tyr slid the leather slowly up his body, enjoying both the texture and the hunger in Regina's eyes. He lingered over the lacing that closed the leather over his groin, hearing her breath catch when he finished and ran a hand caressingly back over the closure. He reached for his weapons belt, and settled it low over his hips. He buckled it and adjusted the holsters so that they made an excellent frame for his attributes. He looked up at her, awaiting her response to his display.
"Mmm, and I thought the silk was sexy.As good as the leather pants look on you, I can't wait to get you back out of them." Regina purred in approval when he finished. She had involuntarily moved closer to him during his reverse striptease, and she had to fight back the urge to see how he felt under the leather.
Tyr threw back his head and laughed. "These pants aren't as easy to destroy as the silk ones were. Although you are welcome to try."
"I may well do that, just as soon as you return." Regina smiled and flexed her fingers. Comment notwithstanding, she intended to take those pants off just as slowly as they'd gone on. No, slower.
"Then I suppose I had best not linger in the corridors." Tyr replied, still smiling at the memory of her rather egalitarian method of removing his last pair of trousers. "It would be a waste of time that could be better spent in other endeavors." Regina agreed as she smoothed a hand down the thin sheet covering her. Two could play at the temptation game.
Tyr strode out of the crew quarters feeling more relaxed and content than he had in years. Even when he had mated with Freya there had still been a very heightened level of alertness he had been forced to maintain, given the situation.
He hadn't thought about Freya in a long time. It had pained him to leave her, even if she had belonged to a Pride that had betrayed the Kodiak. She had chosen him, had been the first Nietzschean female to recognize his genetic superiority. He had not received any communication from her, so he had to assume she had repudiated him and aborted their child.
That was the greatest source of regret for him really. He knew she had been pregnant when he set off the charges that destroyed their Ion cannon. For a moment he had debated calling Hunt's bluff. Even if Dylan had let the ship go up, his DNA would have lived on. If he had thought for one second that his child would have been raised in an acceptable manner he might have risked it, but he had not been overly impressed with the Orcas lifestyle or philosophy.
He wondered if Dylan had actually thought there was any chance Orca Pride would accept his offer of protection, or if he had known that Guderian would refuse when he had forced his hand. Tyr had known what Guderian would say, and knew it for the foolishness it was. He should have taken the protection of the Commonwealth. Under it's sheltering wing, Guderian could have easily built his Pride up into a force to be reckoned with. Instead they had been scattered to the stars, their strength broken.
It had served to illustrate to Tyr that something was wrong with the Nietzschean mindset. An entire Pride bested by six humanoids and a warship, all because they couldn't see any farther than their next mating. It was not a mistake he intended to make, and it wasn't even going to be an issue for his offspring. They would learn to see the long game, right from the beginning. What good winning a battle if it loses you the war?
Tyr ended his musing when he reached the entryway. He leaned down to pick up Regina's bag just as the Maru's hatch opened. Staying low to present a smaller target, he plucked the satchel up with his off hand while pulling his forcelance from its holster with the other. He aimed it at the intruder, who was nothing more than a tall silhouette with the docking lights behind him.
