Aberrant: Stargate Universe - A Night Off [Mature]

[z-Wakiki Izumi]

Olivia’s return home brought some changes. A military base was no place for a baby, so some of Olivia’s hard-earned cash was diverted to a down payment for a house. It was a house with ideas: there were four or five bedrooms in the place and a large yard. Wakiki thought it was too much, but Olivia wasn’t deterred. “Mom and Dad can have a room here,” she said, “something permanent of their own. And if Aradia wants to have a room here, she can, too. And there’s room.”

“Room?” Wakiki looked at her with disbelief. “Room for what?”

Olivia had smiled a secret smile, one that she’d developed after her pregnancy. Wakiki started to push, but decided that it wasn’t a good idea. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know what that smile meant.

Getting her settled into her new home took a lot of his free time – Aradia’s, too. It wasn’t that his sister meant to drive them so hard; it was that everyone felt that there was a time limit involved. Olivia was over half-way to the point where she shouldn’t be screwing around with anything too physical and she wanted to be involved. They always said that they’d just spend an hour or two at it, then stop. But then one of them saw that there was “Just one more thing” and they’d decide to do it. Then after that, there was ‘just one more thing, won’t take long and then it’ll be done’.

After a solid week of his spare time spent with his sister and his girlfriend working on Olivia’s ‘new toy’, Wakiki was ready for a night off. He said as much to Olivia, only to have her tell him that she could use some time off, too. As if he’d been pushing her along! He was too eager to have a night off to point out who was the slavedriver here.

He called Aradia immediately. “Hey, babe, the Masta is hanging up her whip for the night,” he laughed into the phone. “Wanna collapse at my place for a while? If I remember right, I think we're dating and I've totally forgotten what that feels like.”

[Aradia McConnell]

She'd hesitated for a moment before picking up the phone, but she answered, albeit with a certain amount of reticence in her voice. Once the situation was explained, however, Wakiki heard her let out a sigh of relief and a creak as she plopped down onto her bed.

"Oh, thank god. That sounds wonderful. As long as you promise we're not going to do ANYTHING involving cleaning. I'll bring paper plates if I have to."

He could hear as much amusement as relief in her voice, and knew that she didn't really begrudge Olivia the help. It had been a bit on the hard on the ego to watch Aradia work.. it wasn't that she was really much stronger than the average person.. it was just that she could keep working and NEVER seem to get tired. But her dedication to Olivia's happiness was obvious, and she followed whatever directions the expectant mother had doled out without losing her patience once thus far. Which, considering Aradia's normally tempestuous temper, was a bit surprising.

"So, should I bring anything? Movies, food.. heating pads? A pair of massage therapists, maybe?"

[z-Wakiki Izumi]

"Mmm, you. Bring your sexy self," Wakiki said with a lecherous grin she could hear over the phone, "and I'll supply food and a movie. It will be an English movie, and made in the last three years. It will also be one I've heard you mention wanting to see," he added, acknowledging that his taste in movies ran to indie, Japanese fare. Wakiki's picks only rarely qualified as casual. "I'll also provide the massage, alright?"

"Sounds good," Aradia said. "I'll be right over."

"Can't wait," Wakiki replied with a grin. And the fuckin' universe had better not decide it needs us tonight!

Wakiki called their favorite delivery place and put in an order for their several of their favorite dishes. Next he scanned his movies before running down to the corner store to borrow three. Hopefully, one of them would suit Aradia tonight.

He got back with just enough time to do a last check around his apartment for any stray laundry lying around. As he finished stuffing a shirt into his hamper, he heard the doorbell. A quick check at the peephole showed that it was Aradia.

Grinning, Wakiki opened the door and pulled her inside. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her soundly. "I called Jade Delight and it's on the way. We have a decent selection of movies and I'm ready to turn your body into jello. The only question is - do you want your massage before the food, when it'll get interrupted or do you want it after when it'll put you to sleep?"

[Aradia McConnell]

"Hmm.. I'm thinking after. I've waited this long.. I'd rather not have my bliss interrupted by food, I don't care how delicious it is."

She shrugged off her coat, and Wakiki was able to see that she had indeed brought the sexy, as requested. Her hair was it's natural chestnut-brown color from the roots until about three inches from the bottom where it faded into bright pink, as if she'd dipped the ends in dye. She'd also shifted it into a soft, sexy waviness that was different from her normally straight style. She was wearing a pair of skinny jeans, coupled with a metal-studded pink belt and a mostly black tank top with what he dimly recognized as a girl's punk rock band written in white lettering written across it. Last but not least, she was wearing a pair of thick-soled, knee-high lace-up black boots with metal accents and pink laces, several bracelets that varied between white, silver, and pink, and of course, a pair of large, silver hoops. On anyone else that amount of pink might have annoyed him, but it wasn't a look she sported often, and on Aradia it just looked like she felt like having some fun. She was even wearing a touch of makeup, some eyeliner and shadow and a touch of gloss, something that was a bit unusual for the normally casual gymnast.

She tossed the coat over the back of a chair, then turned and looked at him, flashing him a playful grin.

"Which only leaves us with the question of what we're going to do until the food gets here. What movies are we watching?"

Even as she asked the question, she picked up the three video rentals and began to glance over them briefly to see what he'd selected.

[z-Wakiki Izumi]

The options were Kill Bill 1, HellBoy and Million Dollar Baby. With a grin, Aradia considered them for a while before selecting HellBoy. Wakiki and Aradia curled up on the couch and started the movie, revealing in the special effects of the movie.

The food arrived before they were too far into it, so they stopped to get it set up before starting the movie again. Halfway into the movie, Wakiki said, "You know... the theme of this one seems... too familiar."

"I know the feeling," Aradia said, her eyebrows rising.

"Yeah, art imitates life," Wakiki agreed, looking uneasy. They fell silent and went back to eating and watching. Since they were specialists, eating to the point of comfortable fullness took about as long as a movie. They had just settled back into a comfortable cuddle when the climatic scene began.

"So... how many stars?" Wakiki asked, glancing down at Aradia as she nestled under his arm. "I give it three, but that might be just because it hit a little close to home."

[Aradia McConnell]

"Yeah.. I'm pretty sure I would have really liked that movie at some point in time. Before I developed superpowers. And started working for a secret government organization."

Her voice was a bit sardonic, but she was determined not to let too many work-like thoughts intrude on the casual comfort of the evening. She snuggled closer to him and he could the faint smell of tropical shampoo.

"I guess three stars sounds about right. It was a pretty good movie. I vote the next movie we watch, it involves something way more mundane, like that movie about the boxer chick. Or one of those movies with swords and elves, or something. So far, I haven't met any new species that still live in castles or hobbit holes."

There was a brief pause, before she stretched her arm over him and knocked three times on the end table. She smiled wryly up at him then before lifting her lips to his to kiss him softly. It was the first time in awhile that Ari had felt safe, and relaxed, and at peace with herself.. Wakiki seemed to have that effect on her, at least when they weren't busy dealing with SGU or Livy-related drama.

[z-Wakiki Izumi]

Wakiki relaxed against her; then his arms tightened around her and pulled her into this lap. "Sooooooo," he drawled in a casual voice that didn't hide his lust at all, "ready for that massage, babe?"

"Yes," she said, grinning broadly.

"Or could do another movie," Wakiki added, as if she hadn't just eagerly accepted what they both wanted.

"I'm ready for that massage," Aradia replied, starting to sound perturbed. She knew her boyfriend was just playing, so the warm twinkle remained in her eyes. "Now."

"I heard Million Dollar Baby is a great movie," Wakiki said, his grin teasing, "and Kill Bi-"

Aradia pulled his head down and into an insistent kiss. "Massage. Now. Before I turn into a gorilla and throw you into the bedroom."

She realized that she'd said something wrong when the glee left his face. "Yeah, about that. Can we talk about that? I'd meant to do it before our night off, but we're down to the wire. So... can we set some shape-shifting rules?"

"Rules?"

"Yeah, I have to admit, on the last mission," Wakiki said, looking uncomfortable, "you were really hot... and then you were a bird. And still kinda hot. And then you did that... thing to my ear and I felt like I'd made it to first base with a bird."

[Aradia McConnell]

The playfulness in her expression faded to confusion, and then from confusion to disbelief. She pulled back to look at him, still in his lap but with her lap brows arched in surprise.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah.. seriously."

"You think I'm going to turn into an animal or something if we have sex?"

"No, I mean.. no. I just.. you know.. wanna talk about it. After the bird thing. It was just.. kind of awkward."

Aradia let out a noise of frustration, and slipped out of his lap. She stood up, turning slightly away and wrapping her arms around herself, looking embarrassed. He quickly stood up and followed her, placing his hands on her arms from behind, his voice apologetic.

"Babe, I'm sorry - I'm not trying to make you out to be a pervert or anything, it was just - "

"I know - I know. It used to be really weird to me too. And I guess I'm finally getting used to it. It's not as weird as it used to be for me now. But I would never try to do anything freaky like that. That's.. gross. I mean, for animals, and for people it's just.. I would never want to do that. I want you to like me for who I am, Wakiki - not who I can look like. I mean, I change my hair and stuff, but I can stop that if you want, it's just - I would do it anyway, but with dye and stuff. I can just do it more often now, so I didn't think..."

"I don't care about the hair, Aradia."

"Okay."

She bit her lip slightly, still turned away. He picked up the remote and flipped off the TV, ending the stream of credits and the accompanying musical selection, then he wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"Babe?"

"I can't help it, you know."

"Can't help what? Being a shapeshifter? Of course I know that. It's not like I can help - "

"No. Not that. I mean being hot."

"I know that."

He grinned slightly, pressing a soft kiss against the side of her neck from behind and moving her hands down to her waist. But he could feel her stiffen slightly under his touch, and when she spoke she sounded scared.

"Not like that, Wakiki. Not like 'Hey, you're really hot, babe..'. I mean unnaturally hot. Super-naturally hot. I.. I changed. I was trying.. to look like my teammates. In case I ever had to. In case something happened.. you know? If one of them got hurt, or couldn't be there.. I was trying to be useful. And my teammates were like that. You met Kyria once, I don't remember if you met Steve. But the machine did something to them - or at least to Steve, and I guess people like us just existed where Kyria comes from, and she was born that way, but.. but I was trying to figure out how to change into Kyria, and I couldn't get it right. No matter how hard I tried. Until I just.. did. I didn't say anything, I should've, but I figured you'd ask, and when you didn't.. I just.. I should have said something. And now.. I'm hot. Even as a bird. Or a cat. Or probably a damned chimpanzee.. and that's really awkward.. and I can't help it. I didn't want it. I just.. I just wanted to be useful."

[z-Wakiki Izumi]

Wakiki frowned, trying to make sense of what she'd said to him. "So... you're trying to tell me that you weren't always this hot?" he asked. There was an uneasy feeling in his gut; he'd remembered the night she'd just bowled him over and he'd known that she'd been the one. Had that been something else?

He turned her around, looking into her eyes. "No," she said, looking upset.

"Oh come on, babe," Wakiki said, grinning a little. "You were hot at fourteen. There's a point where 'how much' doesn't matter anymore and you were there before you got your... boost or whatever." He tilted her chin up and gave her a light kiss before adding, "I mean, at some point, whining that you're too hot is kinda... I dunno. Not cool. I mean, while you're whining about how god-awful hot you are there are ugly girls in Africa." She hit him in mock outrage as he laughed, "I mean, Aradia, think of the chilren!"

[Aradia McConnell]

She laughed, relaxing a little bit, and grinned at him mischievously.

"Okay. I'm just saying. It's not my fault if you still wanna do me when I'm a cockatiel. You'll just have to suppress those zoophilic tendencies."

"Well, I'm more saying, save the hot animals for a mission when my zoophilic tendencies will leave me feeling awkward, rather than like a pervert for realizing I'm alone with the hottest cockatiel on the planet. Just as a note, *cock*atiel... really? You couldn't have said 'platypus'? There's nothing at all suggestive about the name 'platypus'."

"Now you're just nit-picking."

"Is that even a word?"

"What, nit-picking?"

"No, zoophilic. Where do you learn a word like that?"

"I grew up in the circus.. you think they're weren't jokes?"

"Oh, sure.. I just didn't think any of those circus loons you hung with knew words like 'zoophilic'."

"Everyone underestimates us carnies."

As they spoke she slipped her hands to his waist and hooked her index fingers in his belt loops, drawing him closer to her until their bodies pressed together. She tilted her chin up to look at him, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips and her eyes gleaming with amusement during the playful banter. She moistened her lips softly with the tip of her tongue, and he could feel her body shift teasingly against his.

"So, I guess if you still wanted to watch 'Million Dollar Baby'..."

[z-Wakiki Izumi]

“Oh, I’m dating a funny woman,” Wakiki groaned in mock irritation, ignoring the fact he’s just been doing the same thing. “C’mon you, you’re getting a massage.”

“What if I wanna watch a movie?” Aradia asked with a smart-ass twinkle in her eye.

“Then my bed’s getting a massage, which would be a shame.” Wakiki picked her up with an arm behind her knees and back. “But honestly, I think you’ll want this, too.”

Aradia felt her knees weaken at the heated intensity of those words. She was quietly thankful that her boyfriend had picked her up. Her arms looped around his neck and she licked her lips, looking excited and hesitant. “Alright,” she said softly. “But it’d better be that good.”

“Babe… this is me,” Wakiki said with an grin that said he knew he was being ridiculous. “It’ll be awesome.” He walked into his bedroom, angling to make sure he didn’t beam her head on the door jamb. He’d actually made the bed in anticipation for her visit, so it looked decent as he put her on the bed gently.

“How do you want me?” Aradia asked, then blushed at her words.

So many ways to answer that! Wakiki took mercy on his inexperienced girlfriend and merely answered, “On your belly, hon. Let me work on your back.”

[Aradia McConnell]

"Okay."

Grateful for the momentary kindness, Aradia twisted around and stretched out on her stomach, wrapping her arms loosely around a pillow and laying her head on it. It was his pillow, from his side of the bed - she could tell because as she took a deep breath, she could detect the faint scent of Wakiki's cologne lingering on the pillowcase. She closed her eyes, and after a moment she felt the bed sink slightly as he sat down next to her. She felt him smooth a hand gently over the back of her t-shirt, and she bit back a nervous swallow, choosing to keep up casual conversation for now to keep her wits together.

"I'm considering moving in with Olivia. I'm sure that big house is going to get lonely - at least until the baby comes, and even then it takes a couple years before they become very good conversationalists, you know? Besides.. it might be kind of nice to get away from the base.. with Dec and Kyria gone, Yseult back with her husband, Livy moving out, and you living here in town, there's hardly anyone worth hanging out with back at the base. Which makes this an awfully long drive to see everyone."

[z-Wakiki Izumi]

"Sounds like a good idea," Wakiki said, his voice low and soft. It was also very distracted but that was to be expected when his girlfriend was laying on her belly like that. From the curve of her back to the rounded rise of her ass, he was having trouble thinking about much other than her. Some part of him strove to keep up, though, so he added, "You'd be closer to here, too."

He leaned over her, licking his lips as he contemplated her. His fingers spread wide as he ran his hands up her back in a slow, sensual motion, just reveling in the feel of her body. She was so perfect - but that thought brought up unpleasant memories of the conversation they'd just had. He shoved the thought away; it wasn't hard to do, with the banquet of flesh spread before him, only a single layer of cloth between them.

Wakiki tried to not be distracted, but it was rather hard. Well, that was too, but he was trying to not let his baser instincts take over. His fingers slid over her shoulders, then found a knot and applied some pressure. Aradia groaned softly, sending Wakiki's mind into a further downward spiral.

"Feel good?" he asked, as he gently pushed his thumbs into her thick shoulder muscles. "Tell me if I'm being too hard."

I really need to work on better word choices...

[Aradia McConnell]

"Mm.. no, that's.. wonderful."

Her voice was a soft sigh, and as he slowly massaged her trim, athletic body he could feel the muscles relaxing under his touch. They were both quiet for awhile, his fingertips moving slowly across her spine and down her back. By the time he reached the small of her back, she was like putty in his hands.

"You keep that up and I might fall asleep.. which I get the feeling isn't quite what you had in mind."

"You think so, huh?"

"I'm pretty sure."

She felt his hands slide up to her shoulders, but this time as they moved back down, she could feel his nails press lightly into her skin instead of her fingertips. Her back flexed under unexpected feeling, and she let out another low groan.

"Still feeling sleepy?"

She twisted around slightly on the bed to glance up at him, her expression a pleasant combination of amused and aroused.

"Smart ass. Why do I wanna move closer to you again?"

[z-Wakiki Izumi]

"Because when you say 'smart ass' you mean 'charming'," Wakiki informed her before leaning down to kiss her. His fingers tickled over her side, but it wasn't ticklish. It was another sensation altogether and Aradia felt her heart rate pick up. She wanted to make some comment about him putting words in her mouth, but she found that speaking was a little hard.

Wakiki had more practice with this, so his vocabulary was intact as he finished his kiss. "Turn over, I have to do your other side," he murmured.

Aradia flushed a little at both his tone and what his request implied, but she wiggled onto her back. Her boyfriend's fingers hovered over her skin of her neck for a moment, causing tingles of anticipation. His expression was heated and intense; a look Aradia had seen hints of before. But it had never been like this: he'd never looked so intent before.

Wakiki started on her shoulders, his fingers firm through her t-shirt. He went down both of her arms slowly, pausing to give special attention to each hand. Then he put his hands on her stomach. She prepared herself for his attention there, but his hands slipped down onto her jeans and back up - under her shirt. His fingers continued his massage, but instead of trying to relax muscles, he was trying to titillate them.

[Aradia McConnell]

Massaging Aradia was an education - never had Wakiki been with such an athletic woman before. Many of his past flings had been groupies, and that usually involved frequent pampering - pedicures and manicures and bodies soft from easy living, or sometimes too thin, from weight obsessions or drug habits.

Aradia felt different - Instead of silky smooth hands, he could feel the slight roughness of calluses on her palms from where they made frequent impact with the parallel bars or balance beam that she practiced on. His hands could feel the definition of the muscles in her arms, and trace the light impression of her abs as they moved across her stomach. It said something about the woman lying under him that never, with all her shapeshifting abilities, had she thought to remove or lessen the characteristics other women would see as flaws. This was part of her self-imagine, the natural default she returned to when she became herself again after changing to a different form. Defined muscles and callouses weren't something you saw on Hollywood actresses, and it wasn't what most women thought men considered sexy. But it was easy for Wakiki to imagine what it would feel like when her gymnast's hands smoothed over his bare skin, and how good it would feel when she finally wrapped those toned thighs around him.

It was those images flickering through his mind that added to the intensity of the gaze he leveled on her, and she squirmed beneath it, her breath hitching slightly as his fingers moved over her skin. By the time Wakiki's hands slid under her shirt, she was breathing unevenly, and her eyes finally fluttered shut to escape the unrelenting heat of his attention. Unfortunately, that left her with one sense less to focus on, and without any visual input Aradia was left to focus even more on the feel of his fingertips as the moved across her stomach. Up they slid, until they brushed lightly across the underside of her breasts. He slid his thumbs across the lace lightly, and she made a soft noise then, somewhere between a whimper and a moan.

"W-Waki..."

[z-Wakiki Izumi]

"Yes?" he whispered, bending low over her. She felt a brush of warm breath over her skin. A soft tickle of hair proceeded the caress of his lips as he lightly kissed her stomach. "Is there something you need, dear?"

Aradia gasped softly at the sensations Wakiki was creating. His right hand ran down her side while his left hand remained where it was. He caressed her breast through the lace, his thumb finding her firm nipple. He kissed her a little more firmly, his eyes rolling up to see her face colored with pleasure.

Smiling, he straightened and began to tease her shirt up her body. "Sit up," he murmured and she did, her eyes fluttering open. Wakiki eased the shirt over her shoulders, whispering an apology when he caught them on her earrings. "Maybe you should take those off," he said, running a finger behind the curve of her ear. His finger wiggled the chain-link earrings, making them jingle. "Before I really hurt you or something."

[Aradia McConnell]

She shivered, and nodded slightly, reaching up and slipping the earrings out of her earlobes one at a time and dropping them unceremoniously on the nightstand. Her bra was fun and sexy, a bold pink lace with thin black mesh accents, the kind that hid nothing and that women usually only wore if they intended for it to be seen. It was certainly fancier than what he knew she usually wore - they'd made it that far in at least a couple of their previous make-out sessions - and it sent a purely male spike of lust through him, knowing she'd probably chosen it with him in mind.

His hand moved down again, his gaze mesmerized by the smoothness of her skin, the pleasant curve of her breasts.. the sheer.. perfection of the woman in front of him. He almost felt that twinge of unease run through him again, brushing lightly at the edges of his mind - until Aradia leaned forward and kissed him, and his mind went momentarily blank, save for the feel of her warm mouth on his and her hands skimming down over his chest and tugging him closer.

He was so cool, so collected about it all.. she was determined to get a response from him, some slip in his suave demeanor. After several long moments, he felt her lips part from his, moving experimentally to his jaw and brushing lightly across his skin, just along the line of his facial hair, up towards his ear.

[z-Wakiki Izumi]

Wakiki made a sound of enjoyment as her lips traced the thin line of beard on his jaw. Before her mouth found his ear, he straightened and pulled back, smiling at her. His own shirt was tugged over his head and tossed into a corner, showing his lean torso. With that same smile, he pulled her into a hug, then pulled them both down onto the bed, rolling so that she was on top.

The bare skin of their bodies was heavenly to both; even the unusual sensation of the bra was a delight to Wakiki. His hands caressed over her bare back, his fingers tracing the line of her spine and teasing at the edge of her bra.

Still determined to get a reaction, Aradia single-mindedly went for his ear, nuzzling into place. She got another sigh of pleasure from him as his hands as he slid them around to her front. For a moment he contented himself with playing with the bra; then he slipped his fingers under the lace material, stroking her soft, smooth skin.

[Aradia McConnell]

He felt her soft moan of pleasure as much as he heard it, her lips pressed against the skin just under his earlobe. For a moment she was content to let him stroke softly, his fingertips playing a delicious melody across soft skin and tight nipples. But after a few moments she sat up, her lips curving into a soft smile as she glanced down at him.

All those years she had spent scared of sex - not the act itself, but of what it could turn someone into. Afraid she would become some callous, selfish bitch who only cared about her next fuck. Which, she was starting to realize, was just stupid. Sex with Wakiki wasn't going to turn her into her mother, any more than becoming an acrobat or drinking a beer had. She just.. wasn't her mother. And never would be.

And isn't that a damned relief?

Her smile became just a bit teasing, and she hesitated after sitting up just long enough for Waki to arch a brow at her questioningly. Then she reached up behind her back and unhooked the bra, slipping it off of her shoulders and tossing it in the same general direction as his shirt. Then she leaned down and kissed him firmly, her bare torso pressed against his deliciously with absolutely nothing between them this time.

[z-Wakiki Izumi]

Wakiki grinned at Aradia's eagerness; few things were sexier than a woman who wanted sex. He was more than happy to pull her back against him, his lips heading for her neck. Instead, he found himself being pulled back for a kiss, her hands firmly guiding his face to meet hers. Wakiki had never had issues with the woman taking control, so long as control was guiding sex and not trying to express unnecessary dominance.

He groaned with pleasure as she shifted against him, sliding her bare breasts against his chest. Their lips remained locked together, exploring one another’s mouths as his hands roamed up and down her back. His hands moved lower, until he was gently cupping her ass. Aradia lifted her head as he used that grip to grind against her, his erection prominent even through his jeans. She looked startled and a little dazed, but that didn’t stop her from lowering her head again to nip at his lower lip.

Wakiki was a little dazed himself. Sex had never been like this before, and he wasn’t sure if it was a mixture of love and being a specialist, or just Aradia herself. He ground against her again, delighting in the shudder that passed through her body. “Tell me if I need to slow down,” he murmured, despite his libido’s desire to quell any such remark.

“Don’t you dare,” Aradia gasped, her face rosy from arousal and excitement – and maybe from her forceful words to him.

“I don’t want to,” he assured her, “but we have all night.” He gave her a lazy grin. “And I think I could go all night.”