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The evolution of watching Red Dwarf.

That bastard has won our hearts.

I have a very bold suggestion here.

A short story about Rimmer, who is your ideal boyfriend before the expected birth of the baby, and will take care of the problems leading up to it, hm? Hm?

Want it?

What? Not at all!

Smoke me a kipper, let's have it here tomorrow!

Voting ended onAug 9, 2025

Look how nice SMEGDAD he could be under all that ego, narcissism and arrogance!

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Gap in the defensive field (Arnold Rimmer x Reader) - Chapter 17 (Epilog)

(We don't have a picture of Rimmer, sorry.)

You can also read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/67036120/chapters/178132461

So there you have it! End of this story! I hope you enjoyed it and I would be happy for any feedback.

Arnold Rimmer and you had been dating for some time. But then you decided to stay on Earth, while Rimmer flew very often on space missions. Some were short, others long. After the last one, you had a big fight when you found out that Arnold was going away again, this time for six months. It ended badly. It's not like you broke up, but it's just unclear what will happen next.

As the days passed, you felt more and more lonely without Rimmer around. You missed him terribly but at the same time you were mad at him for constantly leaving you behind.

Rimmer, too, missed you deeply. He regretted the fight they had and felt guilty for leaving you alone again. The distance between you made him feel hollow and sad.

But you both knew that each of you had different life goals. Shortly after his departure, you discovered that your morning sickness wasn't just an upset stomach, but a pregnancy that Arnold didn't know about.

You didn't know what it was like between you. But you knew he would never stop flying into space.

Your estranged relationship was soon taken advantage of by Chris, your friend, who was always interested in you as more than just friendship. And even when he found out you were pregnant, he made you a tempting offer. He would marry you and the child and take care of both of you. Then you wouldn't have to raise the child alone.

And even though your love was strong, from a practical point of view, having a partner and a surrogate father seemed more sensible than having no one by your side most of the time. And that's why you accepted Chris's offer.

You started dating. Although it seemed like a one-sided relationship at first, you ended up being quite happy together.

But Arnold was supposed to be back in a month. But Chris had already planned the wedding, maybe even so early on purpose so that you wouldn't see each other again. After long weeks of thinking, you decided to write a letter and send it to Arnold by post.

Arnold received yours letter and quickly opened it up, feeling a mix of excitement and anxiety. It had been months since you had last spoken, and he missed you dearly.

Dear Arnold. I know we parted ways, but I have to tell you something. Chris proposed to me because I found out I was expecting a baby. If you ever remembered and were on Earth, you would always have your daughter here.

PS: I have never stopped loving you. If there was a chance that you would stay here on Earth with us, I would never have accepted Chris's offer. But understand that I can't handle a baby on my own.

Rimmer's heart sank as he read the letter. Hearing that you are having a baby, and that you had accepted another man's proposal, filled him with a mix of sadness and disbelief. The thought of not being there for you and your unborn child was devastating, but he understood your hesitation to raise a child alone.

Reading your words about, he felt a pang of guilt and regret. If only he had been there for you, maybe things would have turned out differently. But he was stuck in space, and it seemed like he had missed his chance.

Rimmer folded the letter and tucked it into his pocket, feeling a mix of emotions.

"What's going on?" Lister asked.

Rimmer sighed heavily and took out the letter. "It's from her," he said, his voice heavy with emotion. "She's pregnant...and she's marrying Chris."

"With him?"

Rimmer sighed, knowing what Lister was hinting at. "No, it's mine," he said simply, the weight of the situation heavy on his shoulders. "We had a big fight before I left. And now I'm stuck here, not able to be there for the woman I love and our child."

"You are pretty smeghead..."

Rimmer couldn't help but chuckle sarcastically at Lister's comment. "Thanks for the support, Lister," he said wryly. "I really needed that right now."

"If I would have a woman like she is, I would never leave Earth again."

Rimmer's face softened a bit at Lister's words. He knew that Lister was right. He had taken you for granted, assuming that you would always be there waiting for him. But now he was paying the price for his mistake.

"I know, I messed up," he admitted, his voice heavy with regret. "I should have realized how special she was to me. But now it's too late. She's marrying someone else and having my child without me."

"Is there a date of wedding?"

Rimmer nodded. "The wedding is in 14 days," he said, his expression darkening. "And I have no idea how I'm going to handle knowing that she's marrying someone else and building a life with our child, while I'm stuck here in this ship, unable to be there with them."

"Starbug could be there sooner..."

Rimmer looked at Lister, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. "You think so? You think we could get there in time for the wedding?"

"We could try, if it’s what you want?"

His face lit up. "Yes," he said firmly. "That's what I want. I need to be there for her and our baby. I can't let them get married without me there. We have to try and get to Earth before the wedding."

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So, just the two of them set off on their journey to Earth. Meanwhile, the days passed until the wedding, and then the day arrived.

As you sat in the room, surrounded by your friends, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. This was the day you were supposed to marry Chris, and yet all you could think about was Arnold.

You tried to focus on getting ready, as you friends helped you into dress and fixed you hair. But the tears kept flowing, and you couldn't seem to stop them.

"It’s okay, it’s normal on your big day," one girl said.

You nodded weakly, trying to compose yourself.

One of them spoke up. "You look absolutely stunning," she said, her voice full of admiration. "Chris will be a lucky man today."

You sighed, looking down at your pregnant belly. It was becoming increasingly difficult to hide your pregnancy, especially in the tight-fitting wedding dress.

Your friends noticed your discomfort and tried to reassure you. "Don't worry," one of them said gently. "You look absolutely beautiful. And besides, everyone will be so focused on you and Chris that no one will even notice your belly."

Everything progressed and finally you stood at the altar.

You stood at the altar, your hands trembling as you clutched a bouquet of flowers. You tried to focus on the words of the officiant, but your mind was a jumble of conflicting emotions.

Chris stood next to you, a small smile on his face. He looked confident and comfortable in his tuxedo, unaware of the inner turmoil his future wife was currently going through.

The officiant began the ceremony, reciting the traditional words of marriage. You listened, trying to focus on the present moment. But your eyes kept wandering to the door of the church, half-hoping for Rimmer to burst in at the last minute and stop the ceremony.

As the officiant continued speaking, a strange green shape appeared in the sky outside the church windows. At first, no one in the church seemed to notice, their attention focused on the ceremony. But soon, whispers and murmurs spread through the crowd, as more and more people glanced out the window. Justi felt a sudden rush of hope, her heart swelling with excitement. Was it possible that Rimmer had arrived, just in time to stop the wedding?

The murmurs grew louder, and soon everyone was staring out the windows. The officiant stopped speaking mid-sentence, his eyes widening in surprise. You turned to look out the window, your heart racing.

The green object had resolved into a familiar shape – Starbug, the small shuttle that Rimmer and Lister used to travel the vast expanses of space.

You couldn't believe what you were seeing. Rimmer had actually come. He had come for you.

The shuttle hovered in the air outside, and then slowly began to descend towards the ground. People in the church began to chatter in amazement and confusion. Some of the more superstitious ones even crossed themselves.

After what felt like an eternity, the door of Starbug slowly opened, and Lister and Rimmer stepped out.

Rimmer and Lister looked a bit disheveled, their uniforms wrinkled from the journey. But they both looked determined, their eyes locked on the church and the wedding ceremony taking place inside.

Rimmer's gaze landed on you, standing at the altar in your wedding dress. His heart ached at the sight of her, knowing that he was almost too late.

Chris, who had been standing beside you, suddenly noticed Rimmer and Lister approaching. He tensed up.

You stared back at Arnold, your eyes filled with disbelief and hope. You couldn't believe he was really there. After all the time you had been apart, he had come back to you.

Rimmer ran towards you. He didn't care that everyone in the church was staring at him, or that the wedding ceremony was still ongoing. He pushed past the other guests, ignoring their whispered comments and gasps of surprise.

"Justi.." he said when you met.

"Arnold... you're here," you said softly. "I can't believe you came."

"Justi....I..." he could barely find words to express his emotions. Seeing you standing before him, wearing a wedding dress and carrying his unborn child, was almost too much for him to handle. He wanted to hold you, to tell her how much he loved you, how much he had missed you, but the words got stuck in his throat.

"I missed you. Every day," he finaly said.

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. You gripped his hand tightly, as if you were afraid to let him go. "I missed you too. More than you know."

Rimmer's expression turned melancholy as he thought about his time in space. "I thought I had it all figured out," he said softly. "I thought that being an officer in the space core, exploring the universe, was what I wanted. But then I met you."

He looked into your eyes. "You showed me that there was more to life than just space. You showed me what I was missing. "And now this..." he looked at your belly.

You gently touched his cheek, your fingers lingering on his skin."You're a fool, you know that?" you said affectionately.

He gently placed his hand on her stomach and chuckled on your coment. "Our baby..." he said softly.

You placed your own hand over Rimmer's, your fingers intertwining. "Yes," you whispered. "Our baby."

"I can't promise you that I'll never look into space again. But I can promise you that it will always be for a few weeks at most and not in the coming years."

You smiled faintly, appreciating his honesty. "I don't expect you to completely give up your dreams, Arnie," you said gently. "I know that space is a part of who you are. But knowing that you're willing to reconsider your priorities and adjust your life for me and our child...that means a lot to me."

Rimmer pulled a hand-polished metal circle from his pocket.

You gasped softly, your hand clasping over her mouth. "Is that...?"

"Just some stupidity. I ground it on the way to Starbug from some ore we found on a planet once. I thought it was pretty, it had purple reflections."

"You fashioned a ring yourself? From space ore?"

"Yeah...i did."

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "Of course you did. Only you would think to fashion a ring from space ore and present it as an engagement ring. It's ridiculous, you know that, right?"

"They're not diamonds, like from Chris..."

You shook your head. "No, they're not diamonds. They're space ore. And honestly, I think they're perfect just the way they are. It's beautiful. And the fact that you made it yourself...it makes it even more special."

"Will you give us another chance? A chance to be a family?"

"Yes," you said firmly. "I will give us another chance. I want to be a family with you. I want us to raise this child together."

He hugged you and cried. If he had held back, you would no longer be his.

You clung to Arnold. You felt his shoulders shaking with sobs and held him even tighter, your own tears threatening to spill over.

The realization that you had come so close to losing each other, that you had almost married someone else, hit you all at once.

The world around you seemed to fade away as you stood there, holding each other and letting your emotions wash over you. It didn't matter that you were surrounded by a crowd of stunned spectators or that the wedding ceremony was still ongoing.

As you two embraced, holding each other tightly, Chris stood nearby, looking stunned and confused. The other guests in the church whispered and muttered amongst themselves, watching the

"You don't have to marry me now, in a week, a month, a year. Just stay and I'll stay too," Arnold said.

You pulled back slightly so that you could look into his eyes, your faces now just inches apart. "I don't care about the timing," you said softly, your voice filled with conviction. "I just know that I want to be with you. Now, in a week, a month, a year...forever."

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," you replied. "More than anything."

"I never thought we'd be here, y'know? Back together again?" he said softly, looking over at you.

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Gap in the defensive field (Arnold Rimmer x Reader) - Chapter 16

You can also read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/67036120/chapters/177972041

That's it, friends! The story of how Arnold Rimmer, despite all his ego, his wits and his pain, finally managed to let someone into his heart. Tomorrow we only have the epilogue waiting for us about where their lives will go in a few years. What do you think it will be? Where can these two go? Together or separately? Take a guess!

That evening he limped back to you with a swollen nose.

"Oh my God, Arnie! What happened?" you asked.

"Those bloody technicians!" Rimmer hissed through gritted teeth, gingerly touching his very swollen nose with his fingers. "What bastards.... They were having a good laugh today. Then they said something about you and then they pissed themselves laughing! And they punched me right in the nose!"

"They hit you... because of...me? Why?"

"They were just laughing at me, like I was some sort of joke! No one believes I have a girlfriend." Rimmer leaned against a bulkhead and groaned.

You soaked a handkerchief and held it to his nose.

He winced in pain as you did so, his nose was extremely tender and ached something terrible.

"Thanks," he said through gritted teeth as he held the cloth to his nose with one hand while rubbing his sore ribs with the other. The technicians really had laid into him.

He was clearly furious at the technician crew's behaviour and was embarrassed, humiliated and hurt physically. He looked like he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. "Can this stupid day get any worse?"

"They'll get used to it and stop."

He gave a short, bitter laugh and rolled his eyes in disbelief. "Yeah... I seriously doubt it! Those morons are not going to get used to me having a girlfriend. They'll just use it as another reason for making fun of me!"

"Where else does it hurt?"

He placed his free hand onto his ribs, he'd been trying to cover up the pain the technicians' beating had left. "My ribs are killing me..."

"Isn't it broken? You can report them."

"And have the whole crew of this damn ship gossiping about me and my 'broken ribs'? I don't think so..." He protested, his stubbornness clearly getting the better of him. "They'll just make fun of me even more if I report it..."

"You like reporting things."

He did, of course, secretly love to report people. "Yes, I suppose I do," he admitted reluctantly, "But this is different. They'll make my life an absolute nightmare. I'd never live it down..."

"Then be an even bigger asshole. You can do that."

Heperked up at that, a smirk slowly formed across his face. He loved being petty and he lived for being an arse.

"Heh... true," he said, his face twisting into a smug grin. "I can be a major bastard... I can easily out-arse them if I set my mind to it!"

His mood seemed to improve a little, his mind now fixated on some form of petty revenge at the technicians.

"Yeah... yeah, you're right. I can be a bigger dickhead than all of those fools combined..." he said with a smirk, his arrogance and ego starting to kick in.

You were still trying to treat his bruises. "Does your rib hurt when you breathe?"

"Yes," he grunted, "It bloody hurts. I can barely take a breath without it aching like hell!"

"You might have it broken. You should go to the infirmary and tell them the truth."

"No way!" he protested, stubbornly shaking his head. "I am not going to the infirmary and getting the entire damn ship talking about me. Besides, it's probably not even broken. It's just... just bruised. Yeah... bruised..."

"Arn, please."

"I don't need to go the infirmary! It's just a bruise!" he protested weakly, though even he didn't sound convinced. The pain in his ribs was getting worse and worse, but he was too stubborn to admit it.

You grabbed his swollen chin and squeezed his cheeks. "I don't want you to get hurt. That's how it happens between people who care about each other."

"Alright, fine... I'll go to the infirmary tomorrow if it'll make you happy..." he grumbled. "But I'm telling you, it's just a stupid bruise! It's not broken or anything-"

He was grumpy for a while longer and then fell asleep next to you. Your roommate was gone today. But in the middle of the night the pain was extremely unbearable.

He tossed and turned all night, the pain in his ribs making it near impossible to get any rest. Every breath he took was agony, and even the slightest movement sent jolts of pain through his entire torso.

He tried his hardest to be tough and endure the discomfort, determined to not wake you up. But it was clear that the injury was getting worse.

"Come," you said. You also couldn't sleep because of his fidgeting.

He groaned in frustration, feeling annoyed at the fact you had noticed his pain and had woken up. He was hoping to suffer in silence and not burden you with his problems.

"I'm fine," he grumbled, in a vain attempt to convince you otherwise, but his words were betrayed by a sharp gasp of pain as another jolt of pain shot through his ribs.

"Damn it..." he hissed through clenched teeth.

You got off the bed and offered him your hand.

He grudgingly took your hand and let you help him up, hissing in pain as he carefully stood up from the bed. "Bloody hell... can't a man get some damn rest in this place..." he muttered.

"Not when you're so terribly stubborn and suffering."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it... I'm stubborn, I'm an idiot, a complete moron, whatever..." He leaned against you slightly, his body stiff and tense from the pain in his ribs, and allowed you to support him as he slowly hobbled towards the infirmary.

"And you are someone I love too."

The corners of Rimmer's mouth curled into a small, fond smile at your words. Despite his stubborn and grumpy exterior, he secretly loved hearing you say that you loved him.

"Hmph, stop being so damn nice and understanding... it's annoying..."

His grip on your arm was tight and his breath came in short gasps as you made your way to the infirmary. Each step felt like pure torture as every movement sent fresh waves of agony through his bruised ribs.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you reached the infirmary. His face was pale and sweat was beading on his forehead, the journey had taken a lot out of him and the pain was almost overwhelming.

"This is awful..." he gasped.

The infirmary was thankfully not too busy that night, and a nurse quickly noticed the pair of you standing in the entrance. Her eyes flickered over Rimmer's pale, sweaty face and the way he leaned heavily against you for support, clearly picking up on the fact that something was wrong.

"Oh dear, what happened here?" the nurse asked, her brow furrowing in concern as she approached you and Rimmer.

"Oh, it's just a little, um... bruise, that's all..." he said, attempting to downplay the situation and act nonchalant.

The nurse gave him a doubtful look, clearly not buying his flimsy excuse. She gestured to a nearby bed and spoke gently but firmly. "Come, sit down and let me have a look at you."

The nurse then gently began to examine Rimmer's injured side, her eyes narrowing as she felt his ribs and saw the swelling and bruising on his skin. It was clear to her that Rimmer's "little bruise" was anything but minor, and that he was experiencing a lot of pain.

"Hm, this isn't just a bruise, this is quite a serious injury," the nurse said, her expression stern as she gently touched the bruised area on Rimmer's side, eliciting a sharp wince from him. "Looks like you have at least a couple of broken ribs in there," she continued. "We'll need to X-ray them to confirm it, but I can tell they're definitely not just bruised."

He swallowed hard and spoke weakly, his voice wavering slightly. "Broken... ribs? Are you sure...?"

The X-ray confirmed the nurse's suspicions, clearly showing that Rimmer was indeed suffering from two broken ribs.

The nurse carefully wrapped a supportive bandage around Rimmer's torso, securing his broken ribs and trying to minimize the pain and swelling. "This will help stabilize your ribs and provide some support, but you'll need to take it easy for the next few weeks. No strenuous activity, and absolutely no running or heavy lifting."

Rimmer grumbled under his breath, clearly not happy with being told to take it easy and rest. "Fantastic... this is just great..."

Arnold had to describe how it happened to him because the assault at work with bodily harm had already had to be dealt with. But it also meant spending at least two days in the infirmary and then several weeks of bed rest.

When he finally got to the hospital bed, you sat next to him."I told you it wasn't just a bruised."

"Yeah, yeah, you win," he grumbled, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Bravo, you were right and I was wrong. Congratulations on that, you must be feeling so proud right now..."

"No, I just want you to be alright."

"I know... I just hate being wrong, that's all. And having broken ribs is uncomfortable..."

You touched his hand.

He gently squeezed your hand in return, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on your skin as he spoke. "Thanks... for being here. I know I can be a complete tool sometimes, but... I'm grateful for you, you nuisance."

You gave him a kiss on his swollen lips.

He let out a soft, surprised sound as you kissed him, his lips still a little swollen from the bruising he had received. But he quickly melted into the kiss, his eyes fluttering shut and his hand gripping yours just a little bit tighter.

When your lips broke apart, he opened his eyes and gave you a small, lopsided grin. "Be careful, you're gonna make me even more insufferable now that I know you feel so sorry for me," he teased.

"You are awful," you laughed.

"Of course, I am. Awful and insufferable, that's me. A true pain in the arse, 24/7."

He gave your hand another gentle squeeze, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "But you love me anyway, for some unfathomable reason."

They let him back in two days. You even managed to get your own room, as a couple.

As soon as you got to your new room, he lay down on the bed. He had to stay still. But you straddled him and sat on him.

"Bloody hell, what are you doing, you mad woman?" he spluttered, his arms automatically coming up to rest on your hips, his fingers gripping you gently. "I'm supposed to be resting! I have broken ribs, in case you forgot!"

But you just laughed.

"Seriously, get off me! Didn't the nurses just say I'm supposed to be resting and not doing anything strenuous? You sitting on me definitely counts as strenuous."

"You'll just lie there... you don't have to do anything at all."

His protests died in his throat as he paused and considered your words. The temptation of not having to do anything and just lying back while you sat on him was actually quite appealing. Plus, he did secretly love being close to you like this...

"Hmm... well, I suppose you have a point there," he admitted grudgingly. "I won't have to do anything at all, eh? Just lie here while you perch on top of me like some sort of parrot."

"I think you need to relax after all this."

He rolled his eyes but he couldn't help but smile a little at your insistence that he relax. He let out a huff and relaxed his body slightly, his grip on your hips loosening as he surrendered to the knowledge that he was stuck with you on top of him.

"Fine, fine, I'll relax," he grumbled, his eyes fixating on your face. "But you better not start bouncing or anything, my ribs are fragile, you know."

"Don't worry, I'll only bounce in the right place," you teased him.

"Oh, fantastic. That makes me feel so much better. So I get to lie here while you bounce up and down on top of me? Perfect," he sarcastically retorted, his grip on your hips tightening slightly as if bracing himself.

He pulled you closer with a sudden tug, his hands gripping your hips tightly and bringing you flush against him. He couldn't deny the fact that he loved having you so close to him like this, especially in his current state.

"You're an absolute menace, you know that, right? Sitting on top of me, bouncing and teasing me when I'm supposed to be resting..."

"You love me anyway..." you reached for his belt.

He bit back a gasp as your hand reached for his belt, his eyes widening slightly as he realized what you were insinuating.

"You're not seriously... not now, are you...?" He protested weakly, but there was a hint of desire behind his words. "I have broken ribs, for smeg's sake! I can't... you can't... I mean, I'm supposed to be resting."

"You should be sick in your pajamas... or without clothes."

"I swear you're going to be the death of me... I'm injured, goddamnit! I shouldn't even be thinking like this-"

"This is healing lovemaking," you stroked his cheek.

"Healing... lovemaking...? You're mad," he said weakly, his body involuntarily arching up ever so slightly as you stroked his face. "I have broken ribs, for smeg's sake... how is this supposed to be healing?"

But when you started, it was really gentle. He didn't even have to move, just enjoy it.

His protests were quickly forgotten as you began to move gently on top of him, and he found himself surrendering to the sensations that washed over him. It was true that he didn't have to move much, as you were straddling him and taking the lead, and all he had to do was lie back and enjoy it.

But the way your body rolled against his was enough to make him forget all about his broken ribs. The sensation was like a salve on his wounded pride and he found himself arching up against you, his body instinctively seeking closer contact.

"I'm supposed to be resting... yet all I want to do right now is grab you and pin you down and..."

"No, you're not allowed to do that for the next few weeks."

"I know... but it's torture, you know that, right?"

"Shhhh."

His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. On one hand, he hated feeling weak, hated not being the one in control and in charge. He was a man, he was supposed to be the alpha, the one in charge. But on the other, there was a part of him that secretly craved the feeling of being cared for, of being taken care of and having someone else take control.

"I'm not used to... surrendering control like this..." he muttered, his pride taking a bit of a hit as he admitted this to you. "I feel like a fool, you know that? I'm supposed to be the alpha in charge, not the one being bossed around by a woman..."

"Alpha..." you chuckled.

"Don't laugh at me. It's true, I am the alpha. I'm a man. I'm supposed to be in charge and in control."

"You're anything but alpha, Arn."

"Oh yeah? And just what am I, then? A cowardly beta? A pathetic, submissive little omega?" His tone was sharp and defensive, his ego clearly bruised.

"No, you are my love. You are currently hurt and deserve to... be cared for. There is nothing weak about that."

"I'm just... not used to feeling so goddamn vulnerable, you know?"

"And now I'm going to take care of you every day..."

He knew he should protest, should fight against the idea of you taking care of him every day, but he secretly loved the thought of being taken care of by you.

"Every day...?" he repeated faintly.

"Yes, every day."

But then, when it came to climax, he realized that being pleased like this without any effort was actually...great.

He managed to roll you over onto your side, even though his ribs were still hurting a lot. "There..." he gasped out, a hint of victorious smugness in his voice."I'm still... in charge..."

"Relax..." you repeated.

He gritted his teeth and tried to keep up his cocky, dominant veneer, trying to hide the pain that he was in. "Don't... tell me to... relax..." he hissed out between clenched teeth.

Your lips met his in a passionate kiss, his heart skipped a beat and his body tensed with desire and need. He was trying to maintain control, to remain in charge, but your touch and your kiss set his body on fire and he quickly found himself surrendering to the feeling.

He let out a low moan against your lips, his arms and legs automatically wrapping around you and pulling you closer, holding you tight against him. Damn it, you were so damn addicting...

Despite the fact that he was supposed to be the one in charge, Rimmer found himself losing himself in that kiss, his body and mind completely taken over by desire and need. He let out a deep moan as he pulled you closer, his arms and legs tightening around you as he hungrily kissed you, his tongue seeking entrance into your mouth.

He couldn't think straight, all he could do was feel, and right now all he could feel was you, and he was quickly forgetting about his injured ribs and the pain that was shooting through his body.

"What's it like when smeghead Arnold Rimmer allows himself to be loved?"

Rimmer's face flushed red with a mixture of embarrassment and desire at your question, his ego taking a small hit as you pointed out the fact that he was letting himself be loved and cared for by you. "Sh-Shut up..."

"You're resisting it again."

"I'm not resisting anything..." he muttered weakly, unable to meet your gaze.

"So say you love me."

He swallowed hard, his pride and ego resisting for a brief moment. But the look on your face, the soft, gentle way you looked at him, it made him feel like he was melting inside. He did love you, more than he could ever express.

He opened and closed his mouth a few times, his eyes flickering with a mixture of emotions. It took all of his courage, but he finally spoke.

"I... I... I love you."

"I love you too, Arnold J. Rimmer."

He wasn't used to being told I Love You, and it sent his usually cold heart fluttering every time you said it to him. He wanted to be cocky, to act like he wasn't affected, but he couldn't. Not with you.

"You have no right being so sweet, you know that? I don't know why you love me, but I'm damn grateful for it."

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Gap in the defensive field (Arnold Rimmer x Reader) - Chapter 15

You can also read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/67036120/chapters/177841976

One day at lunch, the other workers on Red Dwarf sat down with Rimmer.

"Hey, Rimmer, we heard you found a...girl?"

His cheeks immediately flushed a deep shade of red at the question, a mixture of surprise and embarrassment washing over his face.

He tried to keep his cool, but the way the other workers regarded him, the look of curiosity (and a hint of teasing) in their eyes, made it difficult. He cleared his throat and gave a small, sheepish nod. "Yeah, I... uh... I am seeing someone, yes."

"Is she real?"

He gritted his teeth at the question, the skepticism in the other worker's voice irritating him. He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Yes, she's real. She's not some figment of my imagination, if that's what you're implying."

But they didn't stop. "This is a surprise. What did you do to her? Drugs?"

He scowled, his eyes narrowing. "Like I need any drugs to get her, thanks very much," he snapped. "She's with me because she wants to be, got it? I didn't need to drug her or brainwash her or any of that crap."

"Nobody here believes it because...it's...you."

He knew they didn't believe him, they thought there was no way a woman like you would be genuinely interested in him unless something fishy was going on.

"Why is it so hard for you lot to imagine that someone could, you know, actually want to be with me? Is it that unbelievable that I could have a girlfriend, just like anyone else?"

"Yes?" They both said.

"Wow, thanks for the vote of confidence," he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Why the hell is your first reaction to the news that I'm seeing someone to automatically assume something's wrong or I've done something dodgy? Why is it so unthinkable that she could be with me because, just maybe, she likes me?"

"Because we're talking about you? About Arnold Rimmer, the worst smeghehead on this ship."

He was used to being the target of mockery and belittlement, but somehow, hearing those words now, when he was actually happy for the first time in god knows how long, stung even more.

"Right, yes, I get it," he said through gritted teeth. " I'm the ship's resident idiot, the smeghead, the loser. I'm fully aware of my reputation, thank you very much."

"Did you fuck her, or hasn't she let you in yet?" Theky continued.

"That's none of your damn business!" he snapped with a low growl.

"So if I go to her now, do you think she'll sleep with me?" they provoked him more and more.

His eyes practically bulged out of his head at the suggestion, a jolt of possessiveness and anger coursing through him. He slammed his hands down on the table, the thought of the other man even thinking he could try with you making his blood boil.

"You even think about laying a damn finger on her, and I'll personally make sure you regret it, got it?"

"Come on, won't you share with your friend? She would definitely want to. If I could just catch her and..." he gestured and indicated things he would probably do.

Rimmer had never been a possessive or jealous man, but the thought of someone else with you made him want to punch a hole through the wall.

"Don't you dare. She's mine, you got that? She doesn't want anything to do with you, so keep your hands off her, you bastard."

"She's got a pretty nice ass, huh?"

At that moment, he couldn't hold back any longer, and he was probably used to all kinds of insults. He lunged at the other man without a second thought. He couldn't just sit there and listen to him talk about you like that, like you were a damn piece of meat.

He tackled the other man, taking him to the ground with a fierce growl. He sat on top of him, pinning him down, his hands clenched into fists. "Say that again, you bastard," he snarled.

"I would fuck her and leave you watch it, you poor thing!" he laughed at him.

He grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt, pulling him up off the ground for a moment. "You're an absolute bastard, you know that? You don't get to talk about her like that, to even think about touching her. She's my girlfriend, not yours!"

"Girlfriend? And is she okay with it?"

"Of course she's okay with it. She's the one that started this whole thing. She wanted to be with me, not you or any of the other assholes around here!"

"Then she must be sick like you, if she she chose you!"

He pulled the man even closer. "Don't you dare talk about her like that. She's not sick, she just has better taste than the rest of you bastards around here."

To his surprise, however, the other man punched him directly in the face to free his friend from his hold.

Before he could get up and say anything, the two of them kicked him on the ground and ran away.

He groaned, a mix of pain and frustration as he tried to push himself up off the ground. Damn it, he had never felt so humiliated, so weak...

He slowly limped into his room with a bloody nose.

"Rimmer, what happened to you?!" Lister immediately asked him.

He gave a small, forced laugh, trying to brush off his injuries. "Oh, nothing, just...a little disagreement with the chaps, that's all," he muttered, wincing again as he gingerly touched his bruised cheek.

"About what?"

"They asked if I was seeing someone," he admitted, a note of irritation in his voice. "And when I said I was, they didn't believe me. Said the only way anyone would be with me is if they were forced, drugged, or just plain sick in the head."

"Yeah, its hard to believe."

He let out a bitter, humorless laugh. "Yeah, tell me about it. Even when I have someone who actually cares about me, nobody else can believe it. It's ridiculous."

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Gap in the defensive field (Arnold Rimmer x Reader) - Chapter 14

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You no longer hid your affection for each other, yet neither of you craved any attention. Of course, those who noticed couldn't believe it.

Some people - the ones who had known Rimmer longer and knew his usual arrogant and obnoxious demeanor - were in shock at the thought of his being in a relationship, and with someone so attractive no less.

Others, on the other hand, were just plain jealous. They couldn't quite understand how Rimmer, the same guy they'd all thought would remain alone and bitter for the rest of his existence, had managed to win over a girl like you.

Arnold was taking a shower one evening while Lister was away when something covered his eyes.

He let out a startled yell as something was suddenly placed over his eyes, effectively blinding him. He stumbled back a bit, his hands instinctively reaching up to remove whatever had been covering his eyes.

"What the hell-?!" he sputtered, his voice a mix of surprise and annoyance. "Who the smeg is there?"

"Guess, smeggy," you said with laugh.

His heart immediately skipped a beat at the sound of your familiar voice, the nickname you'd given him immediately tipping him off who it was.

A small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, the irritation he'd felt at being suddenly blinded quickly fading away.

"It's you, isn't it, you minx. You little tease, sneaking up on an unsuspecting man while he's in the shower."

He quickly took your hands away from his eyes, turned around, and didn't let go of your hands. Then his hands gripped your arms gently but firmly, pulling you against his body and trapping you against his damp chest. He couldn't help the low chuckle that rumbled from his throat as he held you captive.

"Sneak up on a man while he's naked and vulnerable, huh? You're a naughty one, aren't you?"

"Hey, I'm wet now!" you protested.

"Oh, I bet you are."

"You've never complained about being naked in front of me before."

"Right I haven't," he replied. He was pulling you even closer against him, your bodies now flush together. He leaned in, hot whisper in your ear. "You have no idea how many times I've thought about you seeing me like this, in the shower, all alone. Completely...naked."

"What? Why?"

"Why?" he repeated, his hands still holding you firmly against him. "Are you really asking me why? Every time the water runs down my skin, every time I'm all alone in here, I think of you. I imagine how it would feel to have you in here with me, your hands on me, your body against mine..."

"But I still have clothes..."

"Don't remind me," he muttered, his hands giving your hips an almost possessive squeeze. "You, all dressed and covered up like that, while I'm in here, naked and wet and aching for you. It's torturous, you know that?"

"Then do something about it," you teased.

Without waiting, he suddenly spun you around, pinning you against the cool, hard wall of the shower, his body pressing into you from behind.

His hands were everywhere, roaming over your body, as he nipped and nibbled at your neck. "You have no idea what you do to me, do you? Every time you tease and push my buttons like this... I can't help but want to take you right here, right now..."

"Where is the problem then?"

"The only problem is this damn shirt, being in the way of your skin," he growled into your ear, his lips tracing down your neck. "Why are you even wearing it, anyway? It's just adding unnecessary layers between us."

He discarded the shirt you'd been wearing, flinging it aside, and pulled you back against him. His hands roamed freely over your bare skin, tracing the curves and dips of your body, his touch light yet possessive.

"Much better," he murmured, his lips finding the soft skin of your shoulder, nipping and sucking at it gently. "I much prefer you like this, bare and against me. No clothes to get in the way of me touching every single inch of you."

"You're a drug, you know that? Just one taste, and I'm addicted," he added.

"But you’re still a smeghead…" you teased and gasped.

He chuckled against your skin. "Mmm, you say that, and yet here you are, all soft, hot, and bothered for this smeghead. I can hear it in your voice, feel it in the way you shiver when I touch you. You can call me a smeghead all you like, but your body's telling a different story, love."

He even took off your completely soaked pants and panties.

"This makes me want to do all sorts of... naughty things to you, love. You have no idea what you do to me."

"What naughty things exactly?" you inquired.

"You want to know what I'd like to do, darling?" He slid his hard cock between your thighs to play with you.

You gasped softly.

He moved his cock, tracing circular patterns against your sensitive, most intimate part, his own need growing with each small sound you made. "You like that, hm?"

You rested your palms on the wet tiles.

"You're beautiful like this. When you give me the opportunity to do things I like," he admitted. He liked to be dominant.

Without further ado, he entered you. Slowly but surely.

He closed his eyes and pressed his face into the crook of your neck, his breath ragged and labored as he fought to maintain some semblance of control. But it was a futile effort.

After his failures in his sex life, he enjoyed every moment with you. Wherever and however it was. Just when it was with you.

He felt a terrible desire. He sighed and dug his nails into your ass, supporting you as he did so.

"You're more addicting than any substance in the universe. I need you. I need to be inside you, so deep that there's no telling where I end and you begin," and he was not afraid to occasionally drop a remark that had until now only been in the depths of his mind.

You just enjoyed his every move and held him tight. He wasn't a champion in bed, but he quickly made up for his inexperience and became a good lover.

He continued to explore your body, his lips finding the sensitive spots on your neck, his teeth nipping and biting at your skin, leaving behind a trail of red marks and goosebumps.

He pulled you back against him, his body molding itself to yours, his lips finding your ear. "You have no idea how hard I'm holding back right now, love," he whispered "How badly I want to go all out on you."

"Don't hold on," you just said.

He let out a guttural moan, his body shaking with tension, his arms and legs trembling.

For a moment, he clung to you, his forehead pressed against your shoulder, his breathing ragged as the last remnants of his self-restraint shattered. "Bloody hell..." he murmured, "You have no idea what you do to me, love."

He still had a bit of trouble controlling himself, though. At the last second, he jerked away with a loud scream, letting it all spill out onto your stomach.

Luckily, the warm water washed it all away. He stopped pressing you against the wall, dropping you to the floor. You both rinsed off, put on your bathrobes, and went to bed, where you continued cuddling and kissing.

He buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, his hands roaming over your body, as if trying to memorize every inch of you.

"I can't get enough of you," he murmured, his voice low and heavy with the need that still coursed through him. "I swear, I could spend forever just holding you like this, feeling your heartbeat against mine."

"Wasn't it always your biggest dream to be a captain or at least an officer?" you asked.

"Yeah, I suppose you could say that. Why do you ask?"

"Because you haven't said this at all lately."

"I guess I haven't, have I?" he admitted "I suppose I've been too distracted to think about you and how is it to be with you," he admitted, burying his face in your damp hair.

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Gap in the defensive field (Arnold Rimmer x Reader) - Chapter 13

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From that moment on, you two started seeing each other in secret. But your roommate noticed that you had changed. She could also see a shift in your moods, how you'd go from happy and cheerful to quiet and reflective in the span of a few moments. She also noticed that you had started to wear a different perfume lately, a faint scent that they didn't quite recognize.

Your roommate tried to ask you about it a few times, but you brushed her off with a vague response, saying you were just feeling a little under the weather or that you had a lot on your mind. The truth was, you were spending your free time with Arnold Rimmer, and your roommate had no idea.

You had been seeing each other in secret for a couple of weeks now, stealing moments alone whenever possible, hidden away in the darkest corners of the ship or in the privacy of each other's quarters.

One evening, as you were getting ready for bed, your roommate approached you with a slightly concerned expression on her face. "Hey," she said softly, leaning against the doorframe of your shared quarters. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah?"

"I've been meaning to ask you...is everything okay?" she finally asked cautiously. "You've been acting a bit different lately. Quiet, a little bit distant. Is something bothering you?"

"No? I'm perfectly fine."

"Are you sure?" she pressed gently, her voice filled with concern. "You know you can talk to me if something's wrong, right? You've never been this closed off before..."

"I'm not... closed."

"You are, though. You barely talk to me anymore, you're distant and distracted, and I can't remember the last time we spent any quality time together. I just...I want to know if something's going on with you."

"I'm just busy."

"Too busy for me? You've never been too busy to hang out with me before. What's changed?"

"I found someone, okay? Im sorry you feel this, but...i like him a lot."

Your roommate's eyes widened in surprise as you finally shared the truth with her. She had suspected it to an extent, but hearing you admit it out loud was still somewhat shocking.

"You...you found someone?" she repeated, a mix of shock and hurt in her voice. "And you didn't think to tell me? All this time, while I've been wondering what's been bothering you, thinking you were upset about something, you've been...seeing someone?"

"Yes, I'm seeing someone."

"And how long has this been going on? How long have you been seeing this mystery person?"

"Month."

"A month," she repeated quietly, a hint of disbelief in their tone. "A whole damn month, and I had no clue. Why didn't you tell me, huh? Why keep it a secret?"

"Because its better like that! For him..."

"For him?" she repeated incredulously. "And what about me? Your best friend for years? What about my feelings, huh?"

"Please understand. He is not exactly much popular..."

"Is that why...why you've been keeping it a secret?"

"Yeah…"

"But I still don't understand why?"

"What if he is idiot? Someone not popular? Someone like... Arnold Rimmer for example?"

Your roommate's jaw dropped at your example. Arnold Rimmer, the egotistical, pompous, and often annoying character aboard the ship? She couldn't help but burst into laughter at the thought.

"You...you're seeing Rimmer? The Rimmer? That smug bastard that nobody can stand?"

"I said what if!"

"Calm down," she said, still chuckling a bit. "I'm just messing with you, alright? Besides, there's no way you're seeing Rimmer. You've got better taste than that, right?"

"What if I don't do it?"

The smirk on your roommate's face faltered as you posed the question. She had expected denial, perhaps even a laugh at the absurdity of the idea, but your response was making her think twice.

"You...you're serious?" she sputtered, their smirk completely gone now. "You're seriously telling me there's a possibility you're seeing Rimmer? Rimmer, of all people?!"

"You know nothing about him! He is dick, yes, but he can be different!"

"Oh, really?" they said sarcastically. "And you know this how, exactly? Spend a lot of time with him, have you?"

"We talked a lot...and much more."

She knew exactly what you were implying, and the image of you and Rimmer doing more than 'talking' was not something she wanted to think about.

"Wait... wait, hold up," she sputtered, holding up a hand. "You're telling me you've not only been talking to Rimmer, but you've done 'more' as well?"

"Thats normal between people."

"Normal?" she repeated. "It's normal to 'talk' and 'do more' with someone who's got a reputation for being a grade-A jerk?"

"He's just acting like that. Inside, he's misunderstood, alone, and desperate."

"So...you really think there's more to him than just the pompous jerk act he puts on for everyone else?" she asked, a hint of curiosity in their tone. "You actually believe he's just...misunderstood and lonely?"

You nodded quietly.

"How can you be so sure? How can you trust that you're not just seeing what you want to see?"

"This is exactly why I didn't want to tell you about it. Because you don't know anything about it..." and you ran away from your room.

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At the same moment, Rimmer was also in his room with Lister. Lister was reading a magazine and munching on biscuits, as the droplets fell onto Arnold's bed.

"Are you quiet... no angry scream?" Lister asked.

Rimmer glanced up at Lister, his expression a mix of boredom and irritation. He had been lost in his own thoughts.

"What?" he asked irritably. "No, I'm not annoyed, if that's what you're asking. Why? Did you want me to start yelling and throwing things?"

"No, you just always do that when I'm eating biscuits."

Rimmer rolled his eyes, a familiar sense of irritation creeping back in at Lister's comment. He knew the man was right; he had a habit of getting easily frustrated and lashing out anytime Lister tried to do something quiet or calm near him.

"Oh, shut up," he grumbled irritably. "Just because you enjoy it doesn't mean I have to suffer through it too."

Lister deliberately sprinkled another biscuit crumbs on his bed.

"Bloody hell, Lister!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with anger. "What the smeg do you think you're doing?!"

"I'm trying to find that annoying old Rimmer."

"You think you're funny, don't you?" he growled, irritation seeping into his every word. "Making a mess in my bunk and baiting me to get angry. It's childish and pathetic, Lister."

"So what's wrong with you? You're not yelling at me, you're ignoring me and you're still writing something."

"Nothing's wrong with me. And it's none of your business what I'm writing, so back off."

"Come on! You're finally starting to be annoying again!"

Rimmer bristled at Lister's insistence, his irritation mounting at the man's constant prying into his business. He slammed his diary shut with a frustrated sigh, turning to Lister with a scowl on his face.

"God damn it, Lister, can't a man have a moment of privacy without you sticking your nose in it?" he snapped, his voice dripping with irritation. "I'm writing something personal, alright? Is that a problem? But if you need to know… I'm writing about someone who's special. Someone who's been on my mind a lot lately, someone I've been getting pretty… close to."

"So, is there another platonic girl in your head?"

Rimmer couldn't help but smirk at Lister's sarcastic comment. He knew Lister was being flippant, but a part of him wanted Lister to realize that there was something more than just a 'platonic' girl in his head.

"Oh, how hilarious," he said sardonically, rolling his eyes. "Very witty. No, it's not some imaginary girl. It's someone real, Lister. Someone here on the ship with us."

"But there's no one here who doesn't hate you."

"And what the hell makes you so sure there's not a single soul here who could possibly tolerate me, huh?"

"Because no one can stand you, Rimmer. If you are writing to your mom you could say it."

"It's not my bloody mother, Lister!" he snapped. "It's someone else. Someone who...who actually enjoys my company, unlike you and most people on this godforsaken ship."

"So elevator? Even vending machines hates you here."

Rimmer threw his hands up in frustration, finally losing his temper completely. Lister was really pushing all the right buttons, and his last remark about the god damn vending machines hating him sent him over the edge.

"Oh, for smeg's sake, Lister! Are you just going to list every single entity on this ship that supposedly hates me? Is that it? Elevator, vending machines, what's next - the goddamn walls and floorboards?"

"I just don't believe you! You and the girl?"

Arnold sighed. This was no use. He pulled himself together and left.

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Rimmer, still fuming from his argument with Lister, stormed down the corridor, his fists clenched in anger.

But then, as he turned a corner, he suddenly collided with someone, the unexpected impact making him stumble back a bit. He cursed under his breath, looking up to see who he had bumped into.

"Arnie?" You said. You were also just running away from your roommate.

His expression softened in an instant when he heard your voice, the sound instantly calming the raging storm inside him.

"Oh, thank god it's you," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I was half expecting to collide with Lister again. I swear, that man is like a bloody magnet, always somehow getting on my nerves-"

"Lister? I also just had a not-so-pleasant conversation with my roommate..."

He took a step closer to you, his voice gentle and concerned. "Hey, what happened? What was the fight about?"

"She found out im with you and.... She was mad. That i could have anyone, how im stupid when im with you...

"She said all that? That you're stupid for being with me, and that you could have anyone? What the hell is her problem?"

"You are the problem."

"Me?" he repeated, an edge of defensiveness in his voice. "She has a problem with me? You mean to tell me she's been giving you hell because of us being together?"

"Yeah, she just doesn't like you either. What about you and Lister?"

"My personal business!" Rimmer snapped back, his irritation flaring up again. "I was just minding my own business, writing something in my diary, when Lister comes along and suddenly it's his business to know what's in there. He can't just respect a bit of goddamn personal space and leave me alone for ten minutes, can he? No, he has to pry and ask questions and stick his nose where it doesn't belong. It's infuriating, I tell you."

You were shocked when he yelled at you.

Rimmer froze as he saw the look of shock on your face, realizing that he had inadvertently snapped at you in the heat of his anger.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... shout at you like that. It's just that Lister...he gets on my nerves, and the way he was prying into my business and making smartass comments, it just drives me up the wall. I shouldn't have taken it out on you, though."

He sighed. "Lister and the rest of the crew... they never believe me when I say I've got someone special in my life. They always assume I'm alone, that I'm some pathetic, lonely bastard and...it pisses me off. They have no idea how much you mean to me..."

"...and the way they tease and make fun of me for being alone, it's...it's infuriating, really," Rimmer continued. "Like Lister, for example. He's always making snide remarks about how I'm a lonely slob, and how no one would ever want to be with me. It's like...he and everyone else just think I'm some kind of pathetic loser, some kind of joke. But I'm not. Damn it, I'm not like that anymore."

You hugged him. He tensed for a moment, feeling a bit awkward and unsure how to react before slowly, tentatively, he returned the hug. It was a rare moment of vulnerability for him, and he allowed himself to let down his guard for a brief moment.

"God, I've needed this..." he muttered, his voice muffled against your shoulder. His arms tightened around you, almost as if he was trying to hold on a bit tighter, a mix of relief and gratitude in his voice. "You've no idea how exhausting it is, putting up with Lister and the others, pretending like all their little digs and comments don't get to me. It's nice just...just having this moment with you, where I don't have to act like I'm hardass all the time."

"Then let's not hide it anymore, if it helps," you suggested.

He picked you up and spun you around. He felt something he had never felt before.

"You...you don't know what you're doing to me. You make me feel things I've never felt before. I just...I don't want to hide anymore. I want to be with you. Always."

But then he grinned sinisterly. "Just let Lister see that for once I'm not making this up."

He put you back on the ground. "There's...there's something else I need to tell you. Something I've never told anyone before."

"What is it?"

"I... I think I'm... falling in love with you," he confessed with honesty. "I can't stop thinking about you, dreaming about you, wanting you."

You looked at him with shock, but then you moved closer.

"I can't stop thinking about you too. Crazy, right? About that Arnold Rimmer..."

The shock of hearing you admit that you couldn't stop thinking about him, about him, Arnold Rimmer, was overwhelming, but in the best possible way.

He let out a small, disbelieving laugh. "You're mad, you know that, right? You could have anyone in the bloody universe, and yet you're saying you're thinking about me? Good old Rimmer?"

"Smeghead Arnold Rimmer," you laughed.

He chuckled, a small, genuine smile spreading across his face. "And yet here we are, you stuck with the same smeghead you just admitted has been on your mind more than he should. What does that say about you, huh?"

"That I don't just want to dream about you."

"You...you want more? You want the actual, smeghead version?"

You nodded.

"You...you really, truly...love me," he repeated.

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Gap in the defensive field (Arnold Rimmer x Reader) - Chapter 12

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Little bit of NSFW

"The boiler room in Block C, you say?" he asked, his interest piqued despite his earlier self-pitying. "What's wrong with it?"

You shrugged. "They didn't tell me that."

"Well, that's helpful," he muttered, sarcasm dripping from his words. "So we're just supposed to figure out what's wrong with the boiler without any bloody clue what we're looking for?"

You went to block C. But when you entered the room, at first glance there didn't seem to be anything wrong.

"Huh, everything seems fine," he said, scratching his head in confusion. "There doesn't seem to be anything obviously broken or malfunctioning..."

"But yeah, there is something..."

Rimmer raised an eyebrow. "But is it...what?" he prompted, wondering what you were getting at. Nothing seemed to be leaking or malfunctioning. There was just an old, unused boiler, an old sofa, and a few boxes.

"There is one broken boy..." and you collapsed onto the couch with him.

"What the...?"

You started kissing him.

He froze as your lips met his, his eyes widening in surprise. He wanted to pull away, to protest, but something about the unexpectedness of the moment made his heart skip a beat.

He found himself melting into the kiss, his hands instinctively coming up to rest on your hips. He was conflicted, his mind still screaming at him to stop, but his body was responding on pure instinct, his lips moving against yours hungrily.

You sat on his lap and tried to unbutton his shirt again.

"Wait..." he murmured.

"No, no wait."

"This is a bad idea," he rasped. "We shouldn't be doing this here. Someone could walk in-"

"No one is here. Please... try to relax. I'm not expecting anything," you reassured him.

Easy for you to say," he protested.

You tried to ignore his complaints. You stroked his cheeks, his hair, kissed him, and sat on him.

Rimmer's heart was pounding in his chest as you toyed with him, your touch sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He let out a low groan as your hand found its way to his pants.

"God, you're driving me Ivane. I can't think straight when you touch me like that."

But the anxiety was creeping back in, taking over his senses and reminding him of all his insecurities.

"Wait," he said, his voice suddenly panicked. "Wait, stop. We can't… I can't…."

His hand came up to grab yours, stopping you from going any further. He was torn between his desire and his fears, his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and hesitation.

"Arnie, please..."

"I…" he began, his voice shaky, "I'm scared. I don't know what I'm doing, I don't know how to….I don't know how to please you."

"Just be here. And everything will be fine, you'll see!"

"Just be here," he repeated. "Alright. Just… just don't expect too much from me. I've never…" He swallowed, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"Shhhhh," you told him, carefully slipping your hand into the waistband of his pants.

You slowly slid your hand into his shorts and pulled out his cock. You took it in your palm and started to play with it slowly.

Arnold let out a low moan as you touched him, his hips rocked up to meet your touch.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me. I can't think straight when you touch me like this."

You just smiled at him.

"Why are you grinning like that?" he chuckled.

"Just like that," you smiled again.

Arnold tilted his head back and tried to catch his breath. Those touches, gentle and yet arousing something huge in him.

"How could I have been such an idiot and wanted to run away just a minute ago..." he gasped.

When you saw that he was ready enough, you stopped. "Can we move on then?" you smiled mischievously.

"Yes," he ground out. "God, yes. Move on, please."

You pulled his pants down to his ankles and straddled his thighs as he sat on the couch. You slowly slid down to the tip of his cock, directing it as you needed.

Rimmer's head was swimming with a mixture of pleasure and disbelief as you slowly sat on top of him, taking him in. It was everything he had been aching for, everything he had been fantasizing about since the moment he had first laid eyes on you.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this."

You slowly started sliding up and down on him. "See? Nothing to worry about, Arnie..." You gasped.

"God, say my name again."

"My Arnie," you pushed down even harder

"Yours, all yours," he panted, his grip on your hips tightening as he pulled you down to meet him. "All yours, all damn night if you'll have me."

He was a little uncertain at first, the new sensations overwhelming him and his fear of not being good enough for you still lingering in the back of his mind. But he was determined to try. He pushed his insecurities aside for the moment, focusing solely on pleasing you, on being good for you.

He let you lead the way, following your every move with a mixture of eagerness and hesitation.

But then you slowed down. "Do you mind me being on top? You always wanted to be in control..."

His eyes widened at your question, his breath catching in his throat. He had to admit, the idea of you taking control was...arousing.

"No, I...I don't mind," he said. "I trust you. You...you can be on top. I want...I...oh god."

But his body was not at all used to this sensation, and after just a few minutes he began to feel pressure in his lower abdomen. His body was tensing up, and he knew he was close.

"I-" he panted, trying to warn you. "I don't think I can hold back much longer."

But before he could finish telling you to slow down, he couldn't hold back and cum inside you with a loud moan.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't...hold back...." He slumped back against the couch, a mixture of exhaustion and guilt etched across his face.

You stopped and saw on his face that he felt humiliated, like he had disappointed you.

"I should have had more control. I just...you felt so good, and I couldn't help myself. God, I feel like such a failure."

"No, its...normal when you...you know, do it for the first time," you explained to him.

He was surprised by your understanding and acceptance of his lack of control. He had expected you to be disappointed or even irritated with him, but instead, you seemed almost...sympathetic.

"You're not mad?" he asked. "I...I should have been better. I should have lasted longer, made it good for you."

You put finger on his mouth. "Of course im not mad."

"You're...not?" he asked, not quite believing your words. "But...I came so quickly. I...I didn't please you."

"Thats not important right now. Plus there is more way how to please someone."

"More...ways?" he repeated, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

Without a word, you guided his hand to your crotch.

He felt very nervous, but he understood. He started moving his hand in gentle circular motions, looking into your eyes. As if he wanted to know how you would react to the different movements and hives.

He quickly knew from your face what you liked and sped up. He actually liked what he was doing to you and how you were reacting to him.

Although it was careless at first, he quickly gained courage and a sly smile appeared on his face. It was the first time a girl had made such beautiful and passionate sounds because of him.

You gritted your teeth. "Kiss me!"

Without a moment's hesitation, he leaned in and captured your lips in a deep, searing kiss. His hand continued to move between your thighs, but his attention was now completely consumed by your mouth.

"Faster..."

He pressed harder against your heated flesh, his touch no longer hesitant or cautious. He could feel you squirming and shifting under his hands, and the thought that he was the one causing this reaction in you only served to fan the flames of his desire.

You bit his lower lip, your nails digging into his cheeks.

Rimmer groaned into the kiss as he felt your nails digging into his cheeks, the slight pain only adding to the intensity of the moment. He could feel the desperate need and desire in your kisses. He wanted to push you over the edge, to make you moan and cry out his name.

Until you finally cried out.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours in a heated tango, until you grabbed his hand tightly to stop him.

Arnold leaned back against the coach, his breathing ragged and uneven. He was still reeling from the intensity of the moment, the taste of you still on his tongue, and the image of you coming apart under his touch was still fresh in his mind.

He looked at you, taking in your flushed cheeks and disheveled hair. He felt a mix of emotions swirling inside of him - satisfaction, desire, and a hint of something else he couldn't quite name.

He ran a hand through his hair. He could still see the way you had looked at him, the way you had clung to him, and the sound of your cries echoed in his ears.

"That was..."

"New?"

Rimmer let out a soft chuckle at your question, his gaze flickering to yours. "Yeah, definitely new," he admitted with a grin.

He ran a hand through his hair again. "But good," he added, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

He paused, then added, "You...you liked it, right?"

"I did."

He smiled at you, his expression softening slightly. "Good," he said simply. "I...I wanted to make you feel good."

Despite the physical intimacy they had just shared, there were still unspoken things simmering underneath the surface between them. Rimmer could feel it, the lingering tension that hadn't quite dissipated even after the passion between them had died down.

He glanced at you, noting the way your eyes avoided his gaze for a moment. There was something on your mind, something you were clearly holding back. It was a feeling he was all too familiar with.

"Hey," he said softly. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah?"

"You don't regret...this, do you?" he asked cautiously, gesturing vaguely to the space between the two of you, hinting at the intimate moment they had just shared.

"No, of course not."

"Why...me? I mean, you could have anybody you wanted. So why me?"

You laughed. "I dont know, you are egoistic, but i felt that deep down... You just want someone. And even when we hated each other first..."

He just smiled and ran his finger over her shoulder. "What are we? What...what is this thing between us? It's been a rollercoaster ride so far, and I'm honestly not sure what to make of it."

"What would you say... or what would you like?"

Rimmer paused for a moment, considering your question. It was a simple question, but it felt like loaded with so many different meanings.

"I...I don't know," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability. "All I know is that..I like this. Being with you. Being...close to you."

"What do you want to be?"

He could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he considered your question. It was the same question he had been asking himself for what felt like weeks now.

He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "Honestly, no bullshit. I want you. In my life. And not just...as friends."

"Then?"

"Then I'd want to be...more. Something more meaningful. I'd want a real relationship with you, if you'd have me."

You took his hand in yours.

"Just...tell me you want this too," he said softly.

You nodded. "But can we keep this to ourselves for a little while longer? Just the two of us, without any taunts from the others on the ship, you know what they are like."

He gripped your hands a little tighter, his hold on them firm yet gentle. "Yeah," he said softly. "Just the two of us for now. I can deal with the guys' bullshit when the time comes."

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Gap in the defensive field (Arnold Rimmer x Reader) - Chapter 11

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Arnold stood outside your front door, his heart racing and his palms sweating. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves, but the anxiety was clawing at his chest.

When you opened the door, he forced a weak smile. "Hey," he greeted, his voice a little shaky, "Thanks for inviting me over, I..." his words trailed off, and he fidgeted awkwardly with the collar of his shirt.

"Something is wrong?"

He let out an exasperated sigh, his shoulders slumping a bit. "I'm just... I'm nervous," he admitted, his eyes avoiding your gaze. "I've never done something like this before, and I don't know what I'm doing. I'm a mess, a complete mess, and I don't want to ruin this..." He trailed off.

"Its just talk, movie and food...

"I know, I know, it's just... I don't want to screw this up. I don't want to say or do something stupid and mess everything up. I've never been good at this...relationship stuff."

You invited him inside and you sat down on the couch. You had pizza and watched a movie.

After a while while watching the movie, you touched his leg with your hand.

He felt your touch on his hand and a jolt of electricity shot through him. He tried to focus on the movie, but his attention was split between the screen and the feeling of your knee on his leg.

He shifted on the couch, turning his body slightly towards you, secretly relishing the contact.

As the movie continued, Rimmer found himself stealing glances at you. The warmth from your hand on his knee seeping into his skin, and he had to fight the urge to reach out and touch you in return. The tension between you was growing stronger by the minute, the air in the room heavy with unspoken desire.

Finally, unable to take it anymore, he placed his hand gently on your thigh, his fingers tracing small circles on your skin.

You cuddled up to him.

His arm instinctively wrapped around you, pulling you closer, his body pressing against yours.

He let out a sigh of contentment, the anxiety he had felt before melting away. Being close to you like this, feeling your warmth against him, it was unfamiliar but intoxicating.

You kissed his cheek.

He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the gentle gesture, before turning his head to look at you.

"You're making it really hard to focus on this movie," he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Suddenly, you slowly rolled him onto his back and started kissing him.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth passionately. His heart was racing, his body alive with desire, and he couldn't seem to get enough of you. His hands roamed over your form, wanting to touch every inch of you, to memorize every curve.

You started to unbutton his shirt between kisses. But at that moment everything fell on him again. Fear of failure. Nervousness. Fear of losing control, of embarrassing himself…

His hands reached up to stop yours, gently but firmly grasping your wrists. "Wait, wait," he murmured, "Please..."

You stopped with shock. "Something wrong, Arn?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes closing for a moment as he struggled with his emotions.

"I...I don't know if I can do this," he admitted, his voice tinged with shame, "I'm so scared of screwing up, of not being able to please you..."

He let go of your hands, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "I'm sorry. I'm a mess. You deserve someone who knows what they're doing, not some...pathetic, nervous wreck like me."

His hands fumbled with the buttons as he hurriedly tried to cover himself, his face flushed with embarrassment.

"Wait, it's...nothing," you tried to stop him.

"No, no, it's fine," he muttered, avoiding your gaze, "You don't understand. I'm not good enough for you. You deserve someone confident, experienced...not some pathetic mess like me who can't even get through a simple movie without having a bloody panic attack."

He quickly stood up, the panic and anxiety consuming him. He muttered a hasty apology, avoiding your eyes as he grabbed his jacket and made a beeline for the door.

He felt like an idiot, a complete fool. He had ruined the evening with his own insecurities and fears. As he closed the door behind him, he cursed himself for being such a mess.

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The next day he was sitting at lunch. He was sleepless, sitting alone as always. You came up to him.

"Do you have a seat here?"

He tensed as he heard your voice. He glanced up at you, his eyes weary and red-rimmed from lack of sleep.

"Yeah, yeah, sure," he muttered, gesturing to the empty seat across from him. "Be my guest."

You sat down and he avoided your gaze, his eyes fixed on his tray of food in front of him. The silence between you was heavy, filled with unspoken tension and awkwardness.

Finally, after a few moments of uncomfortable silence, Rimmer cleared his throat and spoke, his voice strained. "Look, about last night..."

"Are you okay?" you interrupted him.

"Alright?" he echoed. "Oh, yeah, I'm just fine. Fit as a bloody fiddle."

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "No, I'm not alright. I couldn't sleep a wink last night. I just kept replaying the whole pathetic scene over and over in my head."

"What happened to you yesterday? Was it because it was...planned?"

He knew exactly what you were referring to.

"Partly, yes," he admitted grudgingly, staring down at his plate as he fidgeted with his food. "It was the whole situation, really. The movie, the...intimacy...it just felt like too much. I panicked, and I ran like a coward."

"Don't you like these things?"

"It's not that I don't like them," he muttered, his eyes finally flicking up to meet yours for a brief moment, "It's just that I'm not good at...any of it. I'm completely inexperienced, and I don't know what the hell I'm doing. I'm scared of making a fool of myself, of disappointing you."

"Come on, it was nothing, we could just try, nothing more."

Rimmer let out a bitter laugh, his hands clenching into fists on the table.

"Just to try... And that's the problem, isn't it? I'm so terrified of doing something wrong, I can't even bring myself to enjoy the bloody experience."

He sighed, leaning back in his chair and running a hand through his hair. "It's pathetic. I'm a grown man, and I'm afraid of something as simple as physical intimacy."

You thought about it and pretended to ignore his comment. "Okay, that doesn't matter now. They told me there was a problem in the boiler room on Block C that we should check. So finish your food and come."

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Gap in the defensive field (Arnold Rimmer x Reader) - Chapter 10

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The next few days at work seemed different, Rimmer was quieter than usual, stealing glances at you whenever he thought you weren't looking. The usual banter and bickering between you had been replaced with nervous silence.

"What Now?" You asked one mening.

Rimmer, who had been staring at you since you'd walked in, averted his eyes quickly and busied himself with the inventory list. "What do you mean?" He replied, his voice slightly higher pitched than normal.

"I mean... after what happened..."

He sighed, leaning against the shelf and running a hand through his hair. "I don't know," he confessed, "I'm still trying to figure it all out. I've never felt like this before."

"And is that good or bad?"

"It's both," he admitted after a moment. "It's good because being near you feels... amazing, but it's bad because I feel like I'm losing control. You have a way of seeing through me, and it's both terrifying and exhilarating. It's like you have a power over me that I can't explain. And the more time I spend with you, the more I feel like I'm falling..."

You took his hand and led him away down the hallway, into the storage room.

Rimmer followed you without protest, his hand gripping yours tightly as you led him. The sound of the busy office faded away as you found a secluded spot, hidden behind a stack of crates.

"You still think I'm playing with you, don't you?"

"Sometimes," he admitted softly, "I still have moments where I think this is all a cruel joke. You have this way of making me feel like I'm on an emotional rollercoaster."

"Because all women always hurt you?"

"Yes," he said. "Every single time, it seems like. I always end up getting hurt, and I've learned to expect it. It's just easier that way."

"And what about Yvonne McGruder?"

Rimmer's expression darkened as you mentioned Yvonne's name. "What about her?"

"Well, word all over Red Dwarf is that she's...um... the only woman you've ever really tried anything with when you were drunk."

"Don't laugh at me," he warned.

"You weren't scared then?"

"I was! But I was drunk and I don't really know what was happening. "This...this is different," he said softly, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand. "You and I, there's something...real here, something more than just a drunken night of weakness."

"But you're still afraid..."

"Yes..."

"In that case...i will have to leave you alone," You let go of his hand.

Rimmer's eyes widened, panic crossing his face as he grabbed your arm, his grip tight but not painful. "No!" he said, the desperation in his voice palpable, "Please, don't say that! I don't want you to leave, I..." He trailed off, clearly struggling with his emotions.

He took a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of composure. "Look," he said, his voice softer now, "I know I'm mess. I know I'm afraid of getting hurt again, and I know I'm probably not good for you. But...I need you. I want you. And the thought of you leaving me..."

He reached out his hand to you again and you took it.

"Please," he whispered again. "Please don't leave me. Even if I'm a mess, even if I'm scared... I can't bear the thought of you walking away."

"What will people think of us?"

Rimmer let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. "When have I ever cared about what people think? I've spent my whole life trying to impress others, trying to fit in, and where has it gotten me? Nowhere. The only thing I care about right now is you, and keeping you with me."

"I know I'm not a special party," he continued. "And I know you're afraid people will laugh at you, but..."

He gave you one clumsy kiss on cheek. . "I'm terrified that I'll screw this up," he admited. "That I'll let my fear get the best of me and ruin everything between us."

As Rimmer looked at you, he found no trace of rejection in your eyes. Instead, there was a small, encouraging smile on your face. The fear and uncertainty in his expression softened, replaced by a glimmer of hope.

"You're not going to give up on me, are you?" he asked.

"And you're going to write this in your report? Technician Arnold Rimmer does inappropriate things at work?" you laughed.

Rimmer let out a scoff at your teasing, some of the tension in his shoulders releasing as he realized you still had a sense of humor about the situation. "Oh, very funny," he retorted, rolling his eyes, but there was a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "As if I'd want to ruin my impeccable reputation by mentioning any inappropriate workplace shenanigans."

"But you wanted to report me all the time."

"Well, you were always testing the limits of workplace professionalism," he pointed out, his thumbs gently stroking your cheeks. "Someone had to keep you in line."

"And yet we are...."

"Yes, we are," he agreed. "Funny how life has a way of throwing curveballs, isn't it? Who would have thought that the uptight, rule-abiding technician Rimmer would be standing here, confessing his feelings to the workplace menace?"

"But you still haven't told me, what now?"

Rimmer let out a weary exhale, his hands sliding down from your face to rest on your shoulders. "I honestly don't know," he admitted, his voice tinged with both frustration and uncertainty. "I'm torn between the part of me that wants to push you away, to protect myself by keeping my guard up, and the part that wants to let down my walls and give this, us, a chance. It's a constant battle in my head, and I don't know which side is the right one to listen to."

You kissed him gently.

"And now?"

"Now," he murmured, his breath hot against your lips, "Now, I'm still scared. But maybe... maybe I'm ready to be brave, for once."

You kissed him again. "You're breaking all the rules, Arnold Rimmer," you laugh.

He couldn't help but chuckle along with you, the sound of your laugh making his heart skip a beat. "I must be going insane," he said, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, "The uptight technician with a stick up his ass finally breaking the rules. Next thing you know, I'll be dancing in the corridors and stealing jelly babies."

"Would you like to come over to my place tomorrow night? No one will be there..." you suddenly changed your tone to seriousness.

His eyes widened at your invitation, surprise and excitement flashing across his face. He hesitated for a moment, his usual cautious nature kicking in, before he managed to push it away.

"Are you serious?" he asked, his voice a bit shaky, "You want me to come over? Just the two of us, with no one else around?"

"Yeah, just the two of us, a movie, some pizza..."

He nodded, a tentative smile forming on his lips. "That sounds... nice," he said hesitantly, "Pizza, a movie, just the two of us. I can't remember the last time I did something like that...if ever."

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The Way Back to You

For a change, a slightly different story. Something a little sweet and not as tragic as you know from this series.

Gordon and Helen Brittas visit a marriage counselor about their relationship problems, who suggests a short experiment that might help them.

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Gordon and Helen are seeing a couples counselor. Helen's problem is that Gordon himself doesn't seem to be interested in... intimacy.

"Nonsense! I would be more than willing to have... physical contact, were it not the case that I am so busy with my very demanding managerial duties! It is simply not appropriate to spend time on such frivolous matters when I have a sports centre to run," Gordon defended himself immediately.

"Mr. Brittas, have you tried to look at it through your wife's eyes?" counselor asked.

"You know, I suppose I haven't! Helen is just so... clingy. Always asking for some of my time, when I have much bigger things on my plate!"

"And haven't you ever tried to think about the fact that even intimate private life is important?"

"Well... I suppose there may be some truth to that. I mean, I do miss the excitement of our early relationship, but my job keeps me so busy and distracted. It's hard to make time, but perhaps I could try to better address Helen's needs?"

"That's a good approach. And what do you think your country is missing from the relationship?" counselor continued.

"Hmm, maybe just... some understanding? Helen is always nagging me about 'spending more time together' or 'being more romantic'. It's not like I don't want to do those things, but my job takes up so much time and energy! She should understand that, surely."

"Then try to take a moment. Maybe half an hour at least a day. After all, she's your wife."

"Hmm, very well. I suppose I could try to carve out some time each day to devote to Helen and her desires. Half an hour a day does seem rather doable, even for a busy sports centre manager like myself."

"How would you say your wife is in bed?" counselor changed topic.

"Well, in the beginning, our intimate life was very exciting and enjoyable. But lately, I suppose it has become rather... routine. I'm afraid I've been neglecting Helen's needs in that department, but it can't be helped! I'm just so tired after working all day."

"And how would you describe yourself in bed now?"

"Well... I must admit that I am not as enthusiastic or creative as I once was. These days, it's just more of the same. I'm so focused on my job that I don't have the energy or desire for anything more imaginative. I suppose I've become a bit... routine myself."

"And how are you feeling now?"

"I... I do feel a bit guilty, if I'm being honest. I know Helen isn't entirely satisfied in our intimate life, and I know that part of the blame lies with me. I love my job, but I don't mean to ignore Helen's needs. Perhaps I've been too focused on the sports centre and not enough on my own wife..."

"So what would you do with it?"

"I suppose I could try to make more of an effort with Helen. Dedicate some genuine time to her and her needs, and try actually being romantic instead of just going through the same routine every time. Maybe put in some actual thought and effort, instead of just half-assing it like before."

The counselor thought after their brief conversation. "Now you have another quarter of an hour to sit here, don't you want to try a little... experiment?"

"An... experiment? What kind of experiment do you have in mind?" Gordon was a little scared.

"It's an experiment that tests married couples who are having some problems together. I'll play you a recording and you'll do or respond to your partner according to the instructions."

"Gordon's curiosity is piqued. He nods, still a bit uncertain but willing to give it a try. "Alright, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to give it a shot. Proceed with the experiment."

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Counselor left, leaving him and Helen alone in the next room.

Be the first to tell your partner what you like about them.

The first order was given.

Gordon clears his throat, feeling a bit awkward but nonetheless determined to participate. He turns to Helen, his wife, and begins to speak. "Helen... I know we haven't always seen eye to eye recently, but there is one thing I've always appreciated about you. You are incredibly caring and nurturing. You've always been so loving and supportive, even when I'm too caught up in the stress of running the sports centre to truly appreciate it."

Helen also thought and looked at her husband. "I've always liked your...um...passion for a good cause, no matter what the outcome."

Gordon smiles, genuinely touched by Helen's words. He reaches out and places a hand on hers, appreciating her sincerity. "Thank you, Helen. I can admit that my passion for the sports centre can sometimes border on obsession, but hearing you say that reminds me that it's driven by a sincere desire to make a difference. It means a lot to hear that you still respect and appreciate my dedication, even if it can be... a bit excessive at times."

Now tell your partner what you don't like about them.

Gordon takes a deep breath. "Helen, there is something that I need to address. There have been times when I've felt that you can be a bit too... needy. I understand that you want to spend more time together, but sometimes it feels like you're suffocating me, demanding my attention and affection constantly. It can be draining, and it doesn't always make me feel particularly romantic."

"I don't like that you don't listen to me. When I try to tell you something important, you ignore me, you don't listen to me, and you don't show any feelings. And all you need to do is hug me."

He knows she's right, and that he has been guilty of tuning out her concerns and not showing enough emotional support. He looks at her with a mixture of remorse and understanding. "Helen, I'm sorry. You're right, I know I have a habit of neglecting your feelings and dismissing what you want to tell me. I guess I've been so caught up in my own problems and responsibilities that I've forgotten to truly listen and be there for you, especially in the ways that mean the most to you. I'll try to do better," he answered, even though he didn't believe he could say this and was actually listening to her.

Now say something really romantic to your partner.

Gordon takes a moment to gather his thoughts, then looks deeply into Helen's eyes with sincerity and affection. "Helen, despite our struggles and differences, there's one thing I cannot deny: that I love you deeply and unconditionally. You are the light of my life, the woman who has stood by me through the good and the bad, and my heart belongs to you entirely. There may be challenges and difficulties in our relationship, but through it all, my feelings for you remain steadfast and true. I'm here for you, always. No matter what. That, I promise."

Helen thought. This was a difficult subject. "You've always been... faithful."

"Faithful, you say? I like to think that I'm loyal and committed to us. But is there any reason in particular that you mention that?"

"No no, none! It's just that many men don't see it when they have... problems at home."

He nodded, a mix of relief and guilt washing over him. He understood all too well the challenges that temptations could represent in a marriage. "Ah, I see what you mean. It's true, many men succumb to the allure of infidelity when their marriages become strained. But you know I would never do that to you, Helen. I took my vows seriously, and my commitment to us hasn't wavered, even in the darkest times."

Now make some romantic gesture.

Gordon mustered up a warm, affectionate smile and gently took Helen's hand in his. He lifted it to his lips, placing a tender kiss on her knuckles. "Helen, I may not always be the most romantic husband, but I want you to know that my love for you is deep and everlasting. I may not shower you with grand gestures or constant declarations of affection, but my devotion to you is as unwavering as the stars in the sky. Know that, despite my flaws and the stresses of life, you are the one I choose to spend my forever with."

She stroked his face.

He leaned into Helen's touch, her gentle caress sending a wave of warmth through his body. He gently wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "Your touch always has this incredible way of soothing me, even on the most stressful days."

What do you fondly remember about when you first started together?

Gordon chuckled softly, a nostalgic smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He could clearly recall their early days together. "Oh, there are so many things I cherish from the start of our relationship. Those stolen moments we shared, the laughter, the excitement of discovering each other. I remember countless walks in the park, holding hands under the stars, made me realize that I wanted you in my life forever."

"How you helped me with that car back then. And you were so funny and relentless."

"Ah, that old broken-down car. I remember you panicking and thinking the world was ending, and me being there, trying to fix it with my limited knowledge and a bunch of ridiculous jokes to lift your spirits."

Now do something you've wanted to do for a long time, but something has always stopped you from doing so.

Gordon thought for a moment. "There is actually... one thing I've secretly wanted to do for a long time but felt hesitant to bring up. Are you willing to humor me?"

Helen nodded.

A sly grin played on Gordon's lips as he gently pulled Helen closer, his voice lowering to a more intimate tone. "Close your eyes."

A smile tugged at the corners of Helen's lips, her curiosity piquing, but she remained obedient and kept her eyes closed. "I promise."

"I just wanted to tell you...well..." he searched in vain for words. "You have no idea how sexy you look... I always thought so, but you know, I guess I'm limited in expressing my feelings. I just don't know how."

"I love you, Gordon Brittas," she said suddenly, grabbing his cheeks, pressing him against the wall, and kissing him passionately.

"Gods, Helen... you drive me insane." He breathed between heated kisses, his hands roaming over her body with an urgent need. "I love you too," he breathed, his arms encircling her waist to pull her even closer.

"I was always waiting for you at home, and you were always at work," she complained.

"I know, I know... I'm sorry, I've been so preoccupied with work, neglecting you... neglecting us." Gordon groaned, the guilt of his relentless work ethic washing over him.

"Shut up, darling," she pushed him on sofa, finger on his lips silencing his protest.

"Helen..." he began to protest but was silenced.

"No, Helen," she sat on him as he lay on the sofa and began to unbutton his jacket.

"Helen, what.. what are you doing?" he managed to croak out.

"I definitely don't cook now, Gordon."

"No, definitely no cooking now." His voice was hoarse with need as he replied, intrigued and aroused, his earlier resistance melting away.

With the buttons of his jacket undone, Helen's hands began to explore further, gently pushing the material aside to expose his chest. She ran her fingers over his bare skin, tracing the lines of his muscles and causing him to shiver under her touch.

Gordon let out a soft moan of pleasure, arching into Helen's touch, his body responding eagerly to her ministrations. He felt vulnerable yet adored, completely under her control.

"You're an idiot, you know that? You're giving all your energy to a damn sports center, and leaving nothing for me."

"I know, Helen. I know. I'm an idiot. I've been blinded by the sports center, neglecting the one person who matters most to me. And I'm so sorry." He squeezed her hips gently, his gaze searching hers, desperate for forgiveness.

"Or do you not like me anymore? Are you bored?" she held him by the waistband of his pants.

"No, Helen, no... never. I could never get bored of you. Never. You're the only one I want, the only one I need. It's just... work... it's taken over my mind, my life. It's not about you, not at all. It's my stupid obsession with the damn sports centre." Gordon shook his head fervently.

"You're only obsessed with your dream."

"You're right. I've let my dream consume me, at the expense of everything else... including us. I'm such a fool."

"And what will your excuse be now?"

"There are no more excuses, no more justifications," he looked up at her.

"Okay," she grabbed his tie and lunged at him.

"Helen... what-"

"Shut up."

______________________________________________________________

After some time, marriage counselor returned to the office. The two of them were sitting side by side, disheveled.

"So... how was the test?" he asked.

"Uh... it was... um... enlightening," Gordon managed to stammer out, his voice slightly hoarse. "Very... insightful."

Gordon and Helen exchanged a sheepish glance, both a bit flushed and disheveled from their... recent activities. They straightened themselves up, Gordon clearing his throat awkwardly and readjusting his wrinkled tie.

"So, are you going to change something in your relationship for the better now?"

"Absolutely. We've had a... eye-opening moment here, and we're both committed to making changes. I'll be making sure that I prioritize our relationship. Work will no longer come first, ever. Helen is my number one priority, my world, and I've been foolish to ever lose sight of that." Gordon nodded emphatically, a look of determination in his eyes. He reached for Helen's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"And your work?" she asked.

"I'll still be managing the sports center, of course. It's my passion, my life's work. But I will ensure that I find a healthy balance between work and my personal life. No more late nights, no more neglecting Helen. You comes first. Always."

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Gap in the defensive field (Arnold Rimmer x Reader) - Chapter 9

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Arnold finally digs out his feelings, which he has never shown to anyone in his life.

Rimmer arrived in his room, closing the door behind him, shutting himself off from the world. He collapsed onto the bed, the facade he usually maintained crumbling further. He lay there, staring at the ceiling, his mind racing with a mixture of frustration, vulnerability, and confused emotions. He closed his eyes, his thoughts swirling like a chaotic storm. "Damn it," he muttered quietly to himself. "What the hell am I going to do now?"

He felt the weight of everything crashing down on him, his carefully constructed facade crumbling. The discipline he'd so meticulously built, the arrogance he'd used to shield himself... all of it seemed to shatter in that moment.

He rolled onto his side, burying his face in his hands, a mix of frustration and vulnerability overwhelming him. "How did it come to this? How did she get under my skin like this?"

Frustrated and desperated, he turned on the cold shower, hoping the icy water would numb his thoughts and emotions. He stepped under the cold spray, the water hitting his skin with harshness.

But even the cold water couldn't numb the turbulence within him. He stood there, letting the water rush over him, hoping it would somehow wash away the chaos in his mind and the damn feelings you'd awakened.

Lister came into the room and headed for the shower right after him.

"Oh my God, are you headed to Antarctica?" he asked after turning on his icy shower.

"It's cold therapy. It helps with... stress," he answered.

"Did someone break the vending machine again? Or chat happened today?"

He shot Lister a glare, the combination of the cold and Lister's questioning getting on his nerves. "No, Lister, it's not about the damn vending machine. Can't a man have a cold shower in peace around here?"

"Because you're especially biting today."

Rimmer grunted in frustration, the cold water still beating down on him. Lister's comment only added to his irritation. "Well, I'm in a damn bad mood," he snapped back. "Maybe if you'd stop asking stupid questions, I'd be less bitey."

"You are always in bad mood, Rimmer."

"Maybe if the people around me weren't so goddamn irritating, I'd be in a better mood more often."

He kept it bottled up all night until the next morning when you met again at work. Neither of you said much, no sarcastic remarks, nothing.

"You're quiet today," he remarked. "Everything alright?"

"Can we...talk?" you asked.

"Alright, what do you want to talk about?"

"About yesterday. How you... ran away."

"What do you want me to say, huh?"

"The truth?"

Rimmer sighed. "The truth is... I was scared," he admitted, his voice soft and vulnerable. He shifted slightly, breaking eye contact, the weight of his confession weighing on him. "Scared of what I was feeling, of what you made me feel."

"Scared of being hurt?"

"Yeah," he agreed.

"Do you think I would hurt you?"

He struggled with his answer, his natural impulse to put up more barriers, to retreat behind smartass remarks and quips. But your gaze, your tone, held a sincerity that made it difficult. "I... I don't know. I've been hurt before, and trusting again is terrifying."

"Just tell the truth. And be honest?"

"Be honest, huh? You want me to just... drop all the walls and be honest?"

"Yeah...it'll be better for you too."

He fidgeted, avoiding your gaze. "Okay, fine. What I want is a chance. A chance to be myself, not a facade, a chance to... to care, to..." he trailed off, his voice choked with emotion. "I want to feel... something. I want to care... about someone, about... about you," he confessed

"What's stopping you?"

"What's stopping me? Everything," he muttered. "Every thing. My past, my insecurities, my fear of getting hurt again. That's what's stopping me."

"You can't keep dwelling on the past. You have to... take a step forward. Take a risk. Do something... that even you don't expect."

"Taking a risk, doing something I don't expect..., you make it sound so easy. It's... scary as hell."

He sighed again. I don't... I don't do risks. I don't do uncertainty. You make me want to be someone I'm not, to take a chance on something, on...on you."

"Damn it, Arnold!" you were losing patience.

Rimmer's eyes widened slightly as you spoke his name. He swallowed, trying to suppress the mix of emotions threatening to overwhelm him. "Don't say my name like that. It's... it's not fair."

"But it's your name..."

"Damn it, I know it's my name. But hearing you say it... it sounds different! Hear it like this from you, it makes me feel things I'm not used to," he admitted.

"Then do something! Anything!"

He swallowed nervously. With that, he took a step forward, closing the space between you. He was close now, his eyes locking with yours. "How's this?" He asked.

"What about this?"

He took another step towards you, shortening the distance between you. His eyes never left yours. "This," he repeated, his voice softer now. He reached out, his hand slowly wrapping around your wrist. "This. Me. Being close to you. Vulnerable. Undefended. Something I'm not used to."

You placed your hands on his chest.

"What are you doing to me..."

You just smiled and didn't let go of your hand.

He glanced down at your hands on his chest, the feel of your skin against his sending a shiver through him. "Don't smile like that."

"Or what? "

He tried to summon up some semblance of his usual sarcasm, but it fell flat. "Or... I might do something I've been trying really hard not to do. Something impulsive and damn stupid."

"Then be impulsive and stupid..."

Your words, your challenge, it was both infuriating and enticing in equal measure. With a sudden, uncharacteristic boldness, he reached out, grabbing your chin. He pulled you closer, his eyes locking with yours. "Be careful what you wish for."

And with that, he threw caution to the wind. His self-control completely shattered, Rimmer surrendered to his desires. He pulled you even closer, the space between you almost non-existent.

"You asked for it, you little tease," he muttered. Before he could second-guess himself, he captured your lips in a hungry, desperate kiss.

He poured every ounce of pent-up desire and frustration into the kiss. It was not the smooth, practiced move of a seasoned flirt. It was messy and a little awkward. His lips moved against yours hungrily, his hands finding their way to your hips, pulling you closer. He was acting purely on instinct now. "God damn it," he muttered against your lips.

It took a bit of trial and error for him to find his rhythm. At first, it was a chaotic mess of clashing teeth, awkward angles, and missed connections.

Finally you break away, just a little bit for some air, but still close enough for his warm breath. You were both surprised.

Rimmer stared into your eyes, his hands moving up and down your waist as he gently bit his bottom lip.

"What?" you smiled

"I've been wanting to do that for a while," he admitted.

"Is it nice?"

"It's amazing and terrifying," he whispered, tilting his head down, his mouth hovering over your neck.

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Something new...

Arnold Rimmer has awakened from stasis, where he was sent for two months for his misbehavior towards the ship's captain and crew, when he refused to admit his mistake in repairing the heat shield. He walks around the ship, but...it's quiet.

Over time, they get a chance to bring Yvonne back to life, realizing that they are the last two living people in the universe, even though their relationship is and always has been...weird.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Gap in the defensive field (Arnold Rimmer x Reader) - Chapter 8

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Arnold struggled with mixed feelings as he interacted with you at work. He found himself torn between wanting to avoid looking at you and trying to act like his usual, superior self. Sometimes, he could force on his usual, arrogant facade, acting distant and aloof as always. But when you confronted him or he felt cornered by his emotions, the facade would crack, and he would snap, yelling or saying mean things. The conflict between his genuine concern and his desire to protect his ego weighed heavily on him, leading to these unpredictable outbursts.

"Are you alright?" You asked when he kicked into vending machine.

He froze in his tracks, startled by your voice. He hadn't expected you to approach him after that aggressive outburst.

"I'm bloody fine," he snipped, the response more out of habit than genuine emotion.

"Are you sure?"

But this question pissed him off even more.

"I said I'm fine, alright?! I don't need your concern!"

"It doesn't look like..." you didn't let yourself be discouraged.

His frustration and emotions spiraled out of control as the conversation escalated. He began shouting, gesturing wildly, and pacing back and forth in the hallway. He felt overwhelmed, his emotions bubbling to the surface. "You don't understand anything, alright?!" he snapped, his voice loud and agitated. "You have no idea what I'm feeling, what I'm dealing with. You don't know a damn thing!"

"Then tell me!"

"It's none of your business! My emotions are mine, not for you to analyze and dissect!"

"But keeping it inside won't help you!"

Rimmer scoffed at your claim, skepticism evident in his expression. "Help me, huh?" he muttered, rolling his eyes. "Oh, and how the hell would spilling my feelings to you help anything? You think you have all the answers or something?" He crossed his arms tighter, his defenses high.

"I can at least hear you out!"

He didn't want to. He was acting arrogant, confused, hurt again, and snapping at everyone around him. For no reason.

"Should I pull you over with that wrench again?" you asked seriously.

Rimmer tensed up instantly, the mere mention of the wrench and your previous action stirring up unpleasant memories. "Don't even think about it," he warned. "I'm not letting you pull that stunt again. No bloody way," he declared.

You already had it in your hands.

"Put that thing down, dammit. You're not using it on me again," he protested anxiously.

Rimmer reached out to seize the wrench from your grip, desperate to disarm you. He tried to wrestle it away, his emotions heightened by the fear of being at your mercy again. "Give me that damn thing!" he exclaimed, grappling with you for possession of the tool. He struggled against you, frustration and fear lacing his actions. "Let go, dammit!"

Then open up!" you shouted at him.

"I'm not opening up just because you're threatening me with a damn wrench!" he retorted, his voice laced with frustration. He pushed against you, still trying to wrestle the wrench from your grasp. "You can't just force me to be vulnerable like that, dammit!"

"Then you wont have friends! Never! I'm doing this for your own good!"

"I don't bloody need friends!" he shot back, the words laced with both defensiveness and a hint of vulnerability. He continued to struggle against you, the wrench still the center of this battle. "I manage just fine on my own, I don't need anyone else," he added defiantly, his voice slightly strained.

Rimmer and you continued to struggle for control of the wrench, your bodies now closely intertwined in the confrontation. His frustration and stubbornness still burned fiercely within him, his determination to best you unwavering. The close proximity and physical altercation added a layer of tension to the already heated exchange. "You're not winning this," he muttered, his voice tight with the effort of the struggle. He pushed against you, still trying to wrench the tool from your grasp.

"No, you won't win!" you were like little kids in a sandbox.

His determination only grew as your response fueled his defiance. He gritted his teeth and pressed harder against you, the struggle becoming more intense. "I'm not backing down, you stubborn idiot!" he growled.

"Are you insulting any woman like that?! You are just coward!"

"Hey, that's not..." he started, his voice tinged with defensiveness. "I'm not a coward, I just... don't like being vulnerable."

"It's normal to say what's bothering you!"

He tensed up again, a flicker of determination in his eyes. "Fine, you want to see me not being a bloody coward, huh? But I'm only doing this because you're being a pain in the backside. Not because I'm scared, got it?"

He glanced away for a moment before meeting your gaze again. "But don't you dare tell anyone else about this, got it? This is between us, and us only."

You nodded.

"Okay, you asked for it. Just... don't expect a damn Hallmark moment, got it? I'm not some sentimental sap," he warned. "And don't you dare use this against me either. This is me opening up, alright?"

Slowly, you both put down the wrench.

"Okay, well... where do I even start? I have so many damn things going on in my head. One minute, I'm feeling fine, and the next, it's like there's a damn storm in my head. It's exhausting, driving me crazy!" he confessed.

"Whats going on in your mind?"

"There is something that makes it worse," he confessed, his eyes meeting yours. "Something that's gotten under my skin, and I can't bloody forget about it no matter how hard I try," he addend.

He came closer to you and instead threw the wrench far into the hallway so you couldn't use it.

"It's you... it's you who's messing with my head, always on my mind, driving me bloody bonkers," he admitted. "You and your damn stubbornness, your persistence, your... everything!" he added, the words almost reluctantly leaving his lips.

"Me??"

"Yes, you! It's like you're constantly invading my damn thoughts, no matter how much I try to push them away. You're like a damn persistent thorn, burrowing under my skin and sticking there, no matter what I do."

"What have I ever done wrong to you?!" you didn't understand.

"Nothing! That's the problem! You're just... there, all the time, getting under my skin with your persistent presence and your... damn charming personality," he added.

You stood there as if you were scalded.

"You want to know why I'm so stubborn about everything, why I'm constantly putting up that act? It's because I'm scared. I'm afraid of caring about someone, only for them to reject me or ridicule me. It's... It's easier to just push everyone away than to risk being rejected or hurt again."

"But I'm not pushing you away..." you said quietly.

Rimmer's eyes shifted back to yours, his vulnerability growing more apparent. He sighed quietly, the stubborn facade slipping further. "Maybe not. But it's still a fear that's stuck with me, you know? I've been burned before, pushed aside and rejected, and the thought of going through that again just..., it's hard to let go of that fear," he confessed.

"Yes, you are annoying and egoistical, but i know you are just sad and hurt boy under this all...."

"You really see through me," he chuckled.

"What do you want then, Arnold?"

"I don't know what I want. Maybe a little compassion, someone who actually... cares about me, despite all my flaws and bullshit? Even if I'm annoying and egotistical, you still see something beneath it all, don't you? And that's what irritates me the most - that you're the only one who actually sees that."

You looked into each other's eyes. He must have spilled out everything that had been sitting there for decades.

"But you've somehow managed to sneak behind those defenses, and now I'm baring my soul to you like an idiot," he addend.

"That's what people do," you reassured him.

"But to everyone I'm still just the same miserable and desperate person!"

"Stop feeling sorry for yourself when it's all your fault!"

"No one ever wanted me, so why should it be any different now?"

"If you weren't so egotistical and selfish, it wouldn't have to be this way."

"I know I'm a mess, I know I'm a wreck... but changing everything? It's not that simple, and you know it," he continued.

"Shut up finally!" you got angry.

His usual defiant and defensive demeanor wavered. He tried to keep up his tough facade, but your closeness was making it difficult. "Hmph, make me," he retorted quietly, his voice laced with a subtle hint of submission.

It didn't work. He was so stubborn you had to start laughing.

"Tch, you're enjoying this, aren't you? You enjoy seeing me all flustered and pissed off. Well, I won't give you the satisfaction," he retorted defensively, trying to maintain his tough exterior. However, your laughter only served to further crumble the mask he was desperately holding onto.

"You're awful."

"Yeah, yeah, I know I'm awful. I'm a jerk, I'm an egotist, I know all the damn insults in the book. You don't have to remind me," he retorted.

But then he couldn't help but react, his emotions boiling over. He reached out abruptly, grabbing your wrist, his grip tight and insistent. "Damn it, why the hell are you doing this to me?" he hissed through clenched teeth, his voice filled with both irritation and something else... something darker.

"Doing…what?"

"Why can't you just leave me alone like everyone else?"

"Because...I don't want to."

He still wouldn't let you go. "I don't want to feel vulnerable, alright? I don't want to feel this weakness, this... desire," he admitted. "I don't want to want things I shouldn't want, things that will only hurt me in the end."

"What do you want then?"

"I want to feel... something. Something I've tried so hard to suppress, to lock away, to pretend didn't exist. But it's there, and I hate myself for it," he confessed. "I feel something for you, and I hate it. Goddamn you and the effect you have on me."

"What about those women who always ignored you? Did you feel... something?"

"Yes, but with you, it's different. You see through my damn bravado, you see the broken, insecure little boy I try so hard to hide. You bring out the feelings I try so hard to suppress and... and it's terrifying. And it's worse because you've gotten under my skin in a way nobody else ever has."

"I don't know what to say..." you were completely shocked by his confession. He, Arnold Rimmer, the biggest weirdo on the whole ship.

"Guess I've managed to shock you into silence for once," he added, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his lips, the facade of arrogance creeping back.

"What do you want to do with it?"

"It's complicated. And what I want is probably not what I should have."

Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked away, his steps swift and almost desperate, distancing himself from you. He couldn't bring himself to look back as he disappeared from your view, his emotions warring within him, his heart tangled in a mix of desire, frustration, and confusion.

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