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Avon was losing an argument with Servalan and he didn’t care for it. But he didn’t mind her black gown, swirling when she had turned when he entered the room. He tried threatening her, arguing with her, even charming her, but he was on shaky ground. So he was rather surprised when she concluded their argument with a tempting statement.
“But I don’t think of you as an enemy, Avon, “ Servalan said, licking her lips, “I think of you as a future friend.” Her eyes ran over him, measuring him.
Avon growled and quickly crossed the distance between them. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her close, so that his face was centimeters from hers. “Your plan had better be fireproof, Servalan, or I’ll see you burn with it.” He kissed her, rougher than he intended, but she didn’t seem to mind.
Still holding her, he pressed the teleport button on his wrist. “Cally I’m ready to come up now,” he said.
But there was no answer.
He hit the comm again, still with no answer. Servalan chuckled in his arms. “Now you have found yourself in a difficult situation.”
He pulled back from her, but didn’t move far. “What do you mean?”
“Threatening an arbiter is a violation of the convention, you know,” she said, running her red polished nails over his lips.
Avon stabbed the comms again. “Cally, Vila!”
The computer chirped behind Avon, and they both looked at the viewscreen together.
1. COMBAT CHAMBER SELECTED
2. WAIT
“Do you have to answer that?” Avon asked, more annoyed with his absent crewmates than anything else.
”It says to wait,” Servalan purred softly, “but I don’t particularly want to.” She walked over to the viewscreen, turned, and backed up against the wall. She raised a finger at Avon and smiled. “Come.”
Avon knew on one hand he needed to get the hell out of here to start having Orac crack the mystery of why she was here and how she was going to interfere with the convention. On the other…
He easily crossed the distance again and put his arms around her, leaned in for another kiss when they both heard the second chirp. They looked at the viewscreen again, this time both of them annoyed.
2. ARBITERS TAKE POSITION AND INDICATE READINESS
3. WAIT
The last line “wait” from before had been replaced.
Avon smirked. He took her chin in his hand gently. “Have you taken position, Servalan?”
She never stopped smiling at him, bordering on a smirk. “Let’s just say you could make a few adjustments.”
She lifted her gown slightly and he slid his thigh in between. He was quite delighted that even through his trousers he could tell she was quite wet.
”And is that you, indicating readiness?” He asked, grasping the back of her neck. Saying that line outloud sounded absolutely ridiculous, so he decided to stop talking and kiss her instead. They were already clutching each other tightly, so he loosened his grip on her neck and slowly traced her neck down to her breasts. Her breathing increased and she let out a small moan. He couldn’t lie, feeling a rare moment of earnestness and vulnerability from her spurred him on even more.
Just as he was moving down to the fastenings of his trousers, she beat him there and swiftly unleashed his cock. He withdrew his thigh and hoisted her up with both hands, while she guided his cock inside her. She gasped, it had clearly been a long time. A long time for both of them.
He kissed her again and again, enjoying their increasing rhythm. He shouldn’t have been surprised they were so in synch. Everytime he did look at her eyes, she was already gazing back at him. He knew he was close to bringing her to climax and he was desperately holding off his own.
Chirp. “Avon, Cally, here, teleporting now”
Avon frantically fumbled for his bracelet, half dropping Servalan in the process.
”No, wait! I…”
The teleport glowed around him as he hastily backed away from her. As the teleport brought him up, he caught the momentary flash of disappointment on her face. He didn’t want to think about the second thing.
*
Servalan sat down at the desk and reluctantly pushed the control pad. It chirped:
INDICATE READINESS
NEUTRAL ARBITER READY
She smirked, she’d been ready for awhile. But there was the matter of her gown. She thought for a moment, then smiled again. “I’ll overlook it this time,” she said, wiping the small amount of semen that had managed to soil her gown during his abrupt teleport.
“After all, it was only a minor violation.”