Title: For the Purposes of Security
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: TWG and ES
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Rommie always watched everyone for security purposes only. That’s what she keeps
telling herself.
Harper shifted restlessly in his sleep, turning his back to her hologram as he
did so. Rommie stood there in her holographic form and watched the rise and fall
of his chest as he breathed deeply. It had been nearly two weeks since she had
to stop him from shooting himself in the abdomen. Five weeks since the encounter
with the World Ship.
Five weeks since she tried to kill her entire crew, including her own avatar
body.
Rommie was still terrified of destroying her crew. Her hologram hugged herself
as she watched.
She did more than watch, however. She made sure the environmental controls were
at the right air and temperature quantity to Harper’s liking. She made sure the
artificial gravity was just so in his quarters, and she made sure the lights in
his quarters were at twenty percent of average brightness. All in the name of
making Harper’s sleep as comfortable as possible.
Rommie wished she could bring herself to have the courage to talk to him outside
of the work shift again. She never realized how much she missed his hitting on
her.
Maybe because she was too busy with surveillance. For security purposes.
Once more she went through the simulations of how she could avoid letting
another back up of hers take over like that again without anyone’s aid with her
programming. Once more she saw no way of creating a successful outcome of the
situation without the help of an engineer. And the only one on board is now
slowly dying of Magog infestation.
All because she couldn’t keep a backup from taking over and, in the name of
security, defend herself against seven intruders. Rommie frowned.
Harper turned again with a slight moan and rolled over onto his back. His brow
was slightly burrowed and his eyes moved rapidly under his eyelids.
So far, he had seemed to have no idea she’d been watching him at night.
If he did, he’d probably be angrier with her than he already was for keeping him
alive like this.
Rommie had taken to watching him the way she used to watch Dylan at night when
Beka and her crew first came on board. She used to watch Dylan in his sleep
because he was what she had left from her former life, and she was protective of
his well being in this new time. As she realized this crew could be, for the
most part, trusted, she slowly stopped worrying and watching.
Rommie determined watching Dylan was no longer needed for security purposes. Or
so she told herself.
With Harper, it was because they had barely spoken since she stopped him from
committing suicide, and she was worried he’d hurt himself in privacy mode the
first chance he’d get.
He kicked off the blankets in his sleep, tossing them onto the floor in a heap.
The hologram blushed a deep crimson as his body was splayed out on the bed for
her to see.
With Dylan, she would have turned away and stopped watching. She was still too
frightened of herself to do so with Harper.
Rommie made sure that the temperature in his quarters was raised enough to
compensate for the lack of covering, wishing her avatar could be there instead
to replace the blanket for him. That done, she spent time studying the scars on
his chest, arms and stomach from the attack, healing but still red from the
wounds.
Rommie ran through several medical procedural programs to determine if any of
them would minimize his scarring any further. She found two. Have to ask Trance
about using them on Harper’s next checkup tomorrow.
Approaching the bed, she ran her holographic fingers over his skin despite the
fact that she couldn’t feel anything in her holographic form.
Luckily, she hoped, neither could Harper.
Harper’s eyes fluttered and opened a bit and she paused, but he did not wake up.
His hand moved over to scratch his scrotum before before it came to rest on his
thigh.
Rommie concentrated her attention on his hand, thin and slightly callused from
work, before letting her fingers slowly trail first to his thigh and then to his
groin.
She noticed he was already half erect, shook her head, and moved her eyes back
up to his face.
His eyes were still closed but she noticed he licked his lips. Suspecting he was
about to wake up, Rommie switched to the smaller hologram and positioned it on
his table.
Harper finally opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling with a yawn. He
raised his hands over his head to stretch and ran his fingers right through
Rommie, not seeming to notice she was there. Rommie made no sound.
Tucking one arm behind his head, his other hand ran lightly over his chest and
stomach downward. Rommie engaged privacy mode without notice and continued
watching.
She’s had enough male crewmembers on board to know where this was might be
heading. Even Dylan has been known, from time to time, to masturbate.
Rommie made a point of not watching Dylan at these times because of protocol
reasons. Besides, usually things were secure so there was little need to watch,
let alone worry.
This was different, she told herself, because she was still worried about
Harper’s condition.
Harper’s hand traced his pubic hair lightly and he shifted to get comfortable,
closing his eyes. Rommie watched as his fingers rubbed his scrotum. Rommie
closed her own eyes as she heard him moan slightly.
Rommie wondered, briefly, what it would feel like. Harper had claimed that he
made her so she could feel what it is like to be a human female in every sense
of the word, but other than one experience with Gabriel, she never tried to feel
any pleasure in this area.
Rommie suspected Harper was full of shit when he told her that.
Truth be told, Rommie wasn’t entirely sure what she would do beyond what data
files on the subject would have told her to. Protocol kept her from watching.
Curious, she opened her eyes again.
Harper was busy stroking himself, his cock now fully erect. His blood pressure
and breathing had increased slightly. His eyes were still closed.
She suddenly felt guilty about watching all this. But at the same time, she
couldn’t turn her hologram off. She felt like she couldn’t stop watching.
Harper’s hips were moving slightly in time with a rhythm he set for himself. The
hologram noticed an increase in tension in his body as he moved. Rommie began to
initiate a few simulations internally to work out what it might feel like to do
this, as if she were Harper. As if that were her hand stroking him at that
moment.
Rommie wondered what in the hell was she just thinking. The simulation programs
stopped cold.
Harper moaned more audibly this time and bit his lip to keep from getting any
louder. His hand quickened its pace and a few seconds later his hips followed
suit. Rommie bit her lip and made a mental note of the way he was doing all this
and considered talking her avatar into trying something like this out.
She’ll have to tell her avatar to consider it an exercise in self pleasure in
order to convince her to do so.
Harper shuddered, locked his hips, groaned audibly, and tilted his head back as
he came. And looked directly at Rommie.
Rommie quickly turned her holographic back in the hopes he didn’t realize she
was staring. "Uh… I noticed elevated heart and pulse rates…"
"Rommie…" His voice was breathy and a little too thick.
"… and I thought I should check to see if you needed me to have Trance or a
maintenance droid come in here…"
"Rommie…"
"… but I see that you’re okay so I’ll just…"
"I know you’ve been watching."
**Oh, shit shit shit shit shit.** Rommie winced and turned back to look at
Harper.
Harper was giving her his best boyish grin.
She could have killed him at that moment if her hands were solid. "What did
you…"
Harper’s grin got wider – if that were possible – and he propped himself up on
one arm. "You’ve been watching me for the past two weeks. Why?"
Rommie turned bright red. "I don’t watch… I carry on surveillance. For security
purposes."
"Security purposes tell you to watch me jack off? Or, for that matter, look at
me as if you were enjoying it?"
Harper sat up watched as Rommie’s mouth dropped open. "I… I wasn’t …"
"Doll, I know that look." He leaned closer to the hologram on the table. "Now if
you ever want to help I think we can…"
Rommie’s hologram winked out in a mixture of embarrassment and disgust. The room
suddenly dropped in temperature and Harper grabbed his blankets. Laying back in
bed he chuckled.
"Yep, she wants me."
--End--