Title: Five Things Roger Loves about Andrea (And one thing he loves because of Andrea)
Fandom: startrek_diary's HSAU
Characters: Roger Korby/Andrea Sherrison
Warnings: Only the vague sexy kind
Summary: Valentines' Day is around the corner, and it causes Roger to think.
Notes: With thanks to Bubbles.

It's an old poem but it's first line is still popular: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. And now, with Valentines' Day around the corner Roger feels the full weight left by the expectation in these words. He doesn't quite get why it has to be such a big deal. Love. His life's no different because of it. It doesn't mean he doesn't love Andrea, he's just...not consumed by it. And if asked to list out how or why he loves her (not that he says it much to her) he could probably fit his entire reasoning on an index card.

She's smart.

He certainly does love a woman who knows her way around an android. That does not mean, however--as he hurriedly assures the bored sales girl at the counter of Pegg's Hardware--that the sonic screwdriver in his hand is for Andrea. If he tried giving it to her she'd probably shove it up his ass and tell him to return it. No, the sonic screwdriver is for Norman.

And speaking of Norman, that reminds Roger of how hot Andrea had looked last night when she was trying to explain some inane astrophysics concepts to him. Androids and women he could do. The science behind how planets attracted their moons and the way black holes were formed? Not so much. Especially when Andrea was tutoring him wearing nothing but her underwear. Which, he mused as he caught sight of an advertisement in another store's window, was exactly the problem with her.

She's hot.

And she's so hot that he can barely think around her. He's no genius by any means, but he's also not blind. He sees the eyes that linger on her when they go out, and he sees what she looks like as she's clenched around him and panting his name. He knows that she's had her share of offers, and she always turns them down.

He crosses the street and dodges a couple too into themselves to notice other pedestrians. "Big Valentines' Day Sale" the ad reads, and he slips inside the store to see what he can find.

Unlike many of the other men in the store, he knows exactly what he's looking for and goes straight for it. Andrea likes lacy, push-up things--not that she needs it, but they do come in handy when she's leaning over and he's trying to look down her shirt. And he knows exactly what size her breasts are (perfect) so it's not hard to pick out exactly the right one for her.

But, unlike these other idiots, he has no problem convincing Andrea to jump in bed with him, and he can't exactly see a point to buying her something else to put on when he prefers her in nothing. He glances at the romantic night sets but just as quickly counts those out. Her newest habit is sleeping in his shirts--and nothing else--and he prefers it that way.

So what if he leaves empty-handed? He still has time to look for something else, and he's pretty sure she isn't expecting anything. They hadn't done anything special last year, so why should this one be any different? But then he passes a jewelry store and glances in the window to see a couple picking out rings and is struck with a chord of guilt.

She puts up with him.

It's hard to find a hot, intelligent woman willing to put up with the long hours he spends with Norman, and even harder to find one willing and able to help him with Norman. And it's equally as hard to find someone of a decent age who will watch children's cartoons with him and let him debauch her in whatever classroom they happen to be walking by when he decides she's wearing too many clothes. And no, he's not going to get her jewelry, but maybe she deserves something for not complaining when he needs constant reminders of what he had planned to do that day.

And yes, she did sometimes forget her birth control hypo and he'd have to remind her to take it, and she did keep him up after watching scary movies (and not in the fun way), and she insisted on wearing way too much when she slept but no one was perfect, right?

It was a lot harder to put up with him. Probably. And yet all she ever did was roll her eys and maybe hit him a few times but she put up with it. And not just that either. She would actually actively work to make sure she was the only one who ever had to. Like when that gorgeous research aid with the long blonde hair and gorgeous body had thanked him for opening the door. Andrea had pushed him aside, snarled at the woman, and dragged him off so that she could remind him he was with her.

She was possessive.

Ridiculously so, but he thought it was the hottest thing. So much so that he still went out of his way to flirt with any pretty thing they passed by. He never went through with any of his offers, of course, hadn't touched anyone since he had started seeing Andrea, but it was still fun to see her lose her temper. Because, well...

She was hot.

And yes, that definitely deserved to be on the list twice. Because he had never seen Andrea have an off day. Hell, he could remember looking at her in bed last December when she was sick with Andorian flu, wearing sweats with her hair pulled up in a messy ball and puking her guts out and she'd still been the hottest thing on campus. And really, it had to be illegal for her to be just a hot when she was seriously ill as when she was dressed up for a date. Or naked. He definitely preferred her naked. He was pretty sure everyone else would too, if they knew what they were missing.

Not that he wanted all of their classmates to know what her body looked like when she had him tied down, or what her hands and mouth felt like on his cock, or what she felt like when she was pressed against him fully clothed with their legs tangled and her head buried in the crook of his neck.

He had no idea how he'd managed to convince her to watch The Haunting of Emily Rose but he certainly wasn't sorry he had. Even though her nails were digging into his back and would definitely be leaving their mark for all to see tomorrow during his combat class. He could feel the hot wetness of her tear-streaked cheeks against his skin and felt her head turn tentatively as the noise of the movie quietened--only to shriek in his ear when it proved to be false comfort.

It was enough to make him take pity on her. Kissing the shell of her ear he asked, "Are you sure you don't want to--"

"I'm fine," came her muffled reply.

And even though he knew she wasn't, and that she was going to keep him up all night and that it wouldn't be the sexy kind of all-nighter, he was still relieved because he had never enjoyed scary movies so much until he had met her.


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