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CW: mention of past rape and general ancillary related awfulness.

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She stayed like that, hunched over, face hidden, while I sat down for lack of anything better to do.

"This is the first time this is happening since we've been traveling," I said, stating the obvious.

"First time in years," she said, muffled. "I think it was the kef. I guess it's, uh, taken this long to get out of my system. Or-" But she didn't finish her thought. Instead she said, "You haven't, either. I mean. I haven't noticed-" Again the pause as she realized her sentence was not going where she wanted it to. "Do you take suppressants or do they just teach you extreme force of will in Special Missions?"

I didn't answer. When I was Justice of Toren, all my bodies were given implants which released regular doses of hormones to suppress their heat cycles. It would have been easy to chemically suppress the bodies' libidos altogether, but I'd never heard of this being done, I don't know if that was because it would have detrimental side effects or because ships' officers preferred it that way. Nineteen years later, my body's implant was still functional, which had been quite convenient for me.

Military officers don't take suppressants normally- most Radchaai don't- because there are side effects, sometimes unpleasant ones, that still haven't been eliminated even after thousands of years. It was worth it to me, or else I would have gotten my implant removed. In the Tetrarchy, people assumed I was one of those able to control my cycles simply through prayer and meditation. It helped my image.

I was never personally involved in Seivarden's sex life- no more than any ship was involved in everything their officers did. A lot of my officers made use of ancillaries during their heat cycles, despite the stigma of uncleanliness surrounding ancillary bodies. Seivarden had always been too proud, would have considered it an admission that she didn't have the ability to find herself a suitable partner or at worst be at least able to take care of things herself. I knew how long her cycles had usually lasted, how intense the symptoms were if not immediately attended to. But after everything she'd done to her body, none of that information could be relied upon now.

I considered the rest of the ship's crew and passengers. I couldn't imagine Seivarden her being interested in any of them, and none of them seemed likely to get excited over some pheromones. There was nowhere private on the ship where Seivarden could go, except perhaps the sanitary facilities, but the ship's crew had two shifts so there was no time when those were guaranteed to be unoccupied for any extended period.

"I'm sorry," she said, still muffled. "I'd hoped you wouldn't notice."

"It's fine," I said. "You can't help it."

"Other servants must deal with it somehow, though," she said. From her tone I could tell she'd spent some time thinking about this.

"Yes," I said. "Probably often with difficulty." I walked over to the door. "I'll spend most of my time in the common area for the next few days," I said. "You can masturbate while I'm out, and when I'm asleep." I heard her make a shocked noise, but I didn't wait to watch her reaction. I left.

I made sure to make my footsteps louder than usual, on the way back, and I knocked on the door before entering. "Come in," Seivarden said from the other side. I pressed the button and the door slid back. Seivarden was on the floor, curled up around my pillow. Facing away from me.

"Did you eat anything?"

"No."

"There's still food in the galley."

"I'm not hungry."

I stepped over her and lay down on my bed. I would let her have the pillow. I didn't need it to sleep.

I woke up in the middle of the night and heard her whimpering, heard the sounds of her shuddering against the rough surface of her pallet. I rolled over and went back to sleep.

In the morning she was sitting up against the wall again, and she was obviously worse. Her hair was damp and she was wearing only a large robe I'd bought her at the last station we visited. I imagined the tight clothing which was all she had would be very uncomfortable for her right now. She was shaking. I couldn't tell if the moisture on her face was water from her shower or sweat. Her jaw was clenched and she was breathing hard and whining a little, at the back of her throat. There was a very strong smell of sex pheromones in our small cabin.

I got up and took a step towards her, reaching out a hand to check her temperature, and she flinched back violently and said, "You should probably stay away from me right now," high pitched and forced through gritted teeth.

"All right," I said. I went out into the common area, and played counters with an elderly fellow passenger. She enquired as to the whereabouts of my servant, and I told her Seivarden wasn't feeling well.

"Not something catching, I hope," she said, alarmed. I assured her that it was not, just an allergy.

When I came back an hour later my knock garnered no response. "Seivarden?" I called. Still nothing. I pressed the button.

Seivarden was naked in my bed, face and crotch pressed against my sheets, rubbing herself desperately against the fabric. Upon closer inspection I saw that she had one of my shirts between her face and the bed, and had stuffed it into her mouth to muffle her sobs and moans.

"Seivarden," I said sharply.

I could see her spasm in surprised horror, and try to freeze, but she couldn't quite manage to stop herself moving. She made some noises that were probably expletives but which were rendered incomprehensible by the fabric in her mouth.

I stepped further into the cabin. From a closer vantage, I could see that the sheets were very wet beneath her and would need some serious cleaning. The angle of her hips provided me with the slightest glimpse of her engorged and reddened genitals. Her eyes glistened with tears.

"Are you in my bed because it is more comfortable than the floor," I asked, "or because you were aroused by my scent?"

She blinked, staring at me, apparently having difficulty processing my question.

I took a step closer. "Would it help if we had sex?" I asked, flat, toneless.

After all, her condition was becoming inconvenient to both of us. It was in my best interest to deal with it in the most efficient way.

This is so good I'm gonna fucking say so off anon.

Prompter here. asdfkjl;skdfj;laskdfj;laksdfj;lskdfj;lksdfj;lksdjf;lksdf This is amazing and terrifying and wonderful. Breq's voice is perfect. I love your choice of time period, and Seivarden's suffering and Breq's total cluelessness in the face of the obvious give me life. Thank you so much.

Nineteen years later, my body's implant was still functional, which had been quite convenient for me.

*solemnly* Yes indeed. Very convenient. It sure would be a shame if it eventually broke down from age and lack of maintenance at the worst possible time.

;)

welp, that's embarrassingly hot

(also I'm really into Breq, like, directing Seivarden's sex life, or at least making very strong suggestions about it? ...I blame that time she did it in canon. anyway, tell Seivarden when and where she's allowed to masturbate some more, Breq)

Sorry this took so long. Actual sex this time!

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I methodically removed my clothing. Perhaps unnecessary, but I did not want to risk getting them dirty when I would have to wash them myself.

Seivarden lay on my bed, clutching my shirt, twisting it as though she wanted to try and hide her hands under it. I expected her to sit up, draw her knees to her chest and cross her arms, but she did not. Her condition was extreme, then. Her eyes kept flicking across my bare chest and legs, then quickly flicking away.

I stood above her, looking down. She flinched from my gaze, and then her eyes came back to mine, wide and staring. I looked her up and down. “Do you have a preference for a specific activity?” I asked. I knew what her preferences had been when she was my lieutenant, but much had changed since then, and I had to admit that in some ways, I might no longer know her as I had.

She didn’t answer me. Her mouth was tightly closed, lips white. Breathing heavily, pupils dilated, thighs still restlessly shifting. But she was clearly miserable. Seeing her misery caused a strange pang of regret. Well. This wouldn’t work if she didn’t feel more comfortable. I tried to think of what I could do to improve the situation.

“I can lie down,” I said, “if that would make you more comfortable.”

“N- no,” she said, sort of wheezing. “You’re- you’re good like that.” One of her hands twitched, as though she wanted to cover her face, but thought better of it. “Shit- Aatr’s tits, I- I’m sorry. You should have just left me on Nilt.”

Self-loathing again. “I didn’t actually ask you to come with me,” I pointed out, though I knew as I said it that this was unhelpful. I took another step forward. Her eyes fell slightly and she stared at my chest, perhaps looking at the scars that were scattered there. “I’m not doing this out of pity,” I said, “or because I feel forced to. This is simply the most logical course of action.”

“Oh, hell,” Seivarden moaned. “Fine- fine- just- if you’re going to help then get on with it- please-”

I reached out. She rolled onto her back with a gasp of relief, spreading her legs wide. I ran my fingers along the inside of her thigh first, and then up between her legs. I could clearly observe the physical changes that came with an advanced state of heat. It was easy to see what I was doing, and to do what I thought might be most effective.

“Breq,” Seivarden was saying, “fuck, fuck, Breq-” The name I had given her blended with the obscenities.

Without warning she sat up, leaned against me, skin radiating heat, and sank her teeth into my shoulder. Lightly, but unexpectedly.

I intended to gently push her away. I am unclear on why I instead removed my hand from between her legs and used it to pull her legs around my waist, grinding our naked bodies together, using my hands under her thighs to adjust the angle of contact while she pressed teeth and tongue against my skin, making noises at the back of her throat.

The only explanation I can come up with is that it was what she wanted and there was no harm in going along with it. But I know I was not thinking clearly when I lifted her off the bed, and one of us, I am unclear on which one, moved, and we were next to the bed, then, Seivarden up against the bulkhead, me with my elbows resting on the welded metal, palms flat, both of us still pressing our bodies together. It was some voiceless illogical part of me acting without knowing why. One of the things I still didn’t understand. I kept doing things I didn’t understand, because of Seivarden, because of how she upset the order I’d made for myself over two decades.

After Seivarden orgasmed she collapsed boneless against my chest and I had to carry her back to her pallet. I would have brought her to the bed but the sheets still needed washing. I sat down next to her and she leaned against me, utterly exhausted. My body felt uncomfortable, unsatisfied, wanted to continue, but Seivarden was clearly not up to it, her own body subject to the whims of biology. She slipped downwards until her head rested against my knee, eyes sliding shut, asleep for perhaps the first time in days.

Good. My intervention had worked, just as I had intended it to. Everything had worked out absolutely fine.

I watched Seivarden sleep for a while, and then eventually lifted her head off my knee, as slowly as I could. She didn’t wake. I cleaned myself as best I could with one of the sanitary wipes in our cabin, put my underwear back on, and considered the bed. It needed to be cleaned, but just thinking about dressing and venturing out of our cabin made me feel tired. Instead I lay down on the floor next to Seivarden’s pallet. Eventually I fell asleep.

Seeing her misery caused a strange pang of regret.

Is that what they're calling it these days?

“I can lie down,” I said, “if that would make you more comfortable.”

This is so very Breq? In that she is probably theoretically aware that usually people like skin to skin contact when they're having sex, but she can't consciously apply that to her and Seivarden.

I lay down on the floor next to Seivarden’s pallet.

*whimper*

:)

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