Third Starship fic (after Sandstorm and Cravings), written once again for No on lj.

The prompt was dishiveled baelheit. I kinda failed with the prompt, but she seems to like it anyway, so I won't complain.

BK and Baelheit still don't belong to me, but Stern does. Or rather, she has me channeling her so she can torture said scientist.

Warnings: If you have my knd of dirty mind, you can probably imagine sex going on after the fic. Otherwise, nothing bad apart some nudity.

Stalking

There were some advantages to being married to Heit -Lord Baelheit, as he was now called-, and those included knowing exactly where he was and when. The man had his little habits and could be more rigid than flame ice when it came to his timetable, so all it had taken Stern was a few weeks.

In a way, it was a bit of a letdown. It made stalking less of a challenge, and Stern liked challenges.

She had to admit something about her new husband, though. He was a quick learner. Often now she would sneak on him, only to be stopped by a nonchalant "good morning Stern" or a cup of coffee (with just the right amount of pow milk, she noticed) showed into her hand.

Stern didn't know whether she should take it as an insult to her skill, or as a promise of more fun to come.

She decided on the second option. There weren't many things that Stern couldn't turn into fun.

Homelife became a giant game of hide and seek, expecting her husband to be at the right place and not being where he expected her to be. Though he became better and better at feeling her coming, he didn't waste time in trying to escape her, instead opting for a slightly amused nonchalance.

After a few weeks, Stern decided that she did take it as an insult to her skills. And the best way to correct this was by proving her superiority. She decided to strike where she had never struck before.

Baelheit decided something was wrong the day he reached the breakfast table without having been stalked, assaulted and possibly molested on the way.

He looked left, then right, then listened.

Nothing.

Considering his wife's temperament, the best solution was to wait and see what she had in mind. Maybe she'd tired of harassing him (a possibility he himself deemed rather unlikely). Maybe she'd decided that leaving him to stress over the issue while she was lazing in bed was the best way to have fun with his nerves. He finished his breakfast and headed for the bathroom.

Getting undressed and turning the water on was all the time he needed to realize his mistake. When he turned to the suddenly locked door, green eyes were literally smirking at him. His own eyes stayed on them, forcing themselves not to stray down to the bathrobe Stern was wea… not wearing any more.

This was definitely not his day.

"Stern, what's the meaning of…"

He was cut off, unsurprisingly, by a playful yet deep kiss. His hands followed his eyes in their effort not to stray. Stern's own, however, had no such scruple. It was only a matter of seconds before both had independently reached equally interesting zones.

"Whaaat~ ? Can't your wife have a little fun?"

"S… Stern, you can't just jump on me and…"

"Tututut. You lost the right to complain when we got married. That was the deal, you know? You get a hot meal when you reach home and I get to molest you whenever I want."

"I have to go to work…"

"That's right. You're wasting time by complaining. Weren't you going to take a shower?"

… or maybe it was.

And she managed to say "deal" somewhere in the fic again. :sigh:

Thanks for reading and plase review.