Sikozu stepped quickly down the hall towards Scorpius' quarters, hoping to catch him unawares. He seemed always to know when she was coming, and though she was anticipating this visit anyway she would like to surprise him, for once. The door to his quarters was open, and she slipped quietly inside, letting the black privacy curtain fall closed behind her in a soft swoosh of fabric. He was sitting on the bed, and looked as though he was thinking. She wasn't fooled, however; he must have known she was coming and had prepared this unprotected pose to allow her to sneak up on him. She was touched, even though she knew it was only an act. However, there was no reason to call his bluff. She was fairly sure he was looking forward to this encounter just as much as she.
"I'm back," she whispered, sliding a caressing hand along his cheek. She sat on the bed, facing him, watching him drink her in as she moved.
"So I see," he replied, returning her caress and sliding his hand down across her breast and bare stomach to rest on her thigh. His other hand came softly across her shoulder, and she shuddered under his touch, arching her back and sighing. Yes, she had been looking forward to this encounter. Unconsciously, she leaned forward, and he rewarded her with the kiss she had been expecting, his tongue flicking into her mouth, hers nimbly avoiding his sharp teeth.
Ah, such an encounter. He was unlike any man she had experienced before. Her few previous sexual experiences had been with young men at her school, as a sort of experiment to discover the mechanics of the sexual experience. She knew what to expect from sex and she knew how to respond well, but she had never wanted a man like she found she wanted Scorpius. It was not only his physicality that attracted her; while she did not find him unhandsome (as many did) it was his intelligence and his cunning which attracted her, and his brutality. Her other lovers had been soft, apologetic, and she found she enjoyed his coarser, more forceful style. She enjoyed being subjugated, but only in bed. Elsewhere she would keep her strong will.
The kiss deepened with caresses, and she moaned as he broke it off and began to kiss her neck, all the while stroking her back with his lovely leather-gloved hands. Yes, it was a pity that he could not remove his full cooling suit even for sex, but he could uncover the important parts and she had come to enjoy the feel of hard leather against her skin. Quickly, with the unsnapping of a few clasps, he divested her of shirt and skirt and himself of all that he could. Yes, she thought, this was as it should be. No apologies, no childishness, but only this fulfilling lust.
His long tongue flicked across her breasts as he laid her down on the bed. She spread her legs wide and prepared to receive him, changing her gravity center so that he was her down. At every one of these encounters he became more important to her, and she to him. Unbeknownst to Crichton, she had begun to study his wormhole equations and was well on her way to rudimentary understanding, thanks to her accelerated learning ability. When she fully understood, she would tell Scorpius. They would rid the Universe of the Scarran menace, and she, not John Crichton, would be the most important thing in his life.
But those plans were for the future. This bed, and Scorpius, were the present, and as he entered her she gave herself up to the experience.