Road to Recovery

Road to Recovery
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“Deunan?”

She glanced up from her magazine, surprised by the hesitance in her boyfriend’s question. It was just another lazy Saturday. Neither of them was on duty, and the weather wasn’t promising enough to want to leave the apartment. She hadn’t even bothered with her usual morning run, just getting up and somewhat dressed had been all the effort she’d been willing to put into the day. Briareos wasn’t much better. Here it was, past lunch and he only now had put his book down to grab a shower. She didn’t know why he bothered really, it wasn’t like he sweated anymore.

“What do you need?” She called from the couch, too lazy to get up and investigate if she didn’t have to. Glancing through the next several pages of the glossy rag-sheet she’d bought at the grocery, she was suddenly bored by the never-ending rumors of pregnancy and infidelity amongst the elite. It was always the same, he-said-she-said drama and greedy bastards taking more than their due from the till. Still, it wasn’t like she was volunteering to trade the gossip for Bri’s booklist. She’d take the relaxing brain-rot of reading tabloids over mind-improving literature any day. Her brain deserved a day off too. Briareos had spent the morning with his nose embedded in a book about WWIII, the cover hinting at the depressing content within. She had left him to it, and between the pair of them they’d hardly spoken more than twenty words to each other all day.

Deunan shrugged to herself. Staring at the pictures of models caught binge drinking in town, as she pondered why she wasn’t more upset. Certainly she was a little annoyed at his engrossed silence. There were better ways, after all, of spending a rare day off, especially with _both_ of them off on the same day. On the other hand, she’d woken up late to discover him still in bed with her, his large mass denting the mattress as he slept. She had been amazed to find him there, a warm bolster against her spine. It was the third time in the same week that she’d caught him, not just in bed, but actively snoring like a normal person instead of off pacing around the small apartment like the brooding insomniac he had been for the past several months. It had been a positive omen for the day.

Dr. Zand, and even Dr. Fredrick, had told her that the depression would probably pass in time, but she was still nervous at her partner’s recent progress. If he was taking an interest again in his former highbrow reading tastes, it was all the better, in her mind. So long as he was returning to old habits, she wouldn’t scold, even if said old habits were annoying. She needed him back too much to risk anything that might spook him into a return to his uncharacteristic apathy. Briareos would be fine. The alternative was too frightening to consider.

“Can I ask you for a favor?”

Deunan blinked, realizing that she had neglected to hear his answer, if he had given one. “Sure, hold on a sec.” Setting down her magazine, she headed to the bathroom to see what he was up to. It wasn’t like he could slip in the shower any more. At six hundred and twenty-five pounds, she’d have _heard_ something like that. “You ok?”

She tapped on the door before letting herself in. The bathroom was mostly open space, locker room style tile from floor to ceiling allowed her larger-than-average boyfriend to move under the spray without banging into walls or getting stuck. Since his cybernization was due to an on-the-job injury, the necessary refit had been covered by the city, so all things considered they’d gotten a top of the line bathroom for a song. Briareos didn’t seem to notice her arrival, standing sheepishly in front of the double sinks, contoured metal ‘skin’ plate in his hand as he stared at something on his chest. Deunan slid a hand down his arm to get his attention, suddenly concerned. If he was pulling himself to pieces, something had to be seriously wrong. “Something break?”

Her question caused him to snort with laughter. “Something is _fixed_ more like.”

Following his gaze down, Deunan blinked in amazement as the reason for his amusement became plain. The erection standing tall and proud between his polished thighs was the last thing she’d expected to see that afternoon. Humble flesh and blood, and rather pale from being tucked out of sight and forgotten for a year, the last easily accessible bit of her boyfriend’s original skin looked almost like an afterthought compared to the mechanical elegance of his hips and legs.

“Jesus.” She laughed lightly, surprised at the visceral reaction in her gut to the unexpected sight. Briareos’ cock was certainly worse for the wear, scarred and creased from the aftermath of the explosion that should have killed him. But the flesh was entirely human, and even funnier, familiar. She’d been seventeen when she’d last seen it standing to greet her like it was now. But here it was, an old friend returned.

“Well! Three cheers for modern medicine.” She breathed, awed. Unable to resist, she slid her hand down his stomach, stopping just short of the prize when she felt him shiver. “May I?”

“It’s… really sensitive.” Briareos’ voice was as surprised as hers. His recent windfall hadn’t been expected, she deduced as she traced a delicate line from the metal skin of his abdomen to the flesh and blood of his groin, and then up the side of his engorged cock. Bri shivered again, cursing under his breath as his shaft visibly flushed a deeper shade with her touch.

“I’m no doctor,” she grinned. “But my initial prognosis is that you are primed and ready, tin-man.”

“I’d forgotten…” He caught her hand when she would have teased him again. “How painful it could get, when I got this hard…”

Deunan frowned. “Did I hurt you?”

“No- but I… I can’t believe it. Zand said sensitivity and all might return in time… but this? This is crazy. I can’t even-“ He shook his head.

“What?”

Briareos shrugged, setting the bit of protective plating aside to raise both hands expressively. “I’m not really built for jerking-off anymore.” He confessed with an amused sigh. “Who’d have thought I’d need to practice fine motor control for this?”

“You’re just lucky to have a girlfriend then, aren’t you!” Deunan laughed. “You’re spared the indignity of figuring out how to take care of that monster alone.”

Turning him bodily so that she could pin him against the counter, Deunan grinned up at him. Massive cybernetic marvel of engineering he might be, but he was still her stiff-necked fool of a lover underneath, even if it had been a while since they’d done anything more amorous than sleep next to each other. How long had he stood here, wondering what to do before it occurred to him he could just _ask_? Brushing the back of her hand gently against his shaft again, she had to giggle.

“Besides, this fine fellow and I haven’t seen each other in a long time! I’d be hurt if you didn’t invite me to the reunion.” His hiss in reaction made her worried again, she looked up at him wondering if it was from pleasure or pain. “Hand ok? Tongue might be softer…”

“Oh god.” Briareos laughed weakly. “Don’t say tongue right now, or I’ll lose it just as I am.” Reaching out, he caressed the side of her face, artificial fingers gentle against her skin. “Given that I have no idea if this will actually work, and if so, what if anything will come out... Hands would probably be safer.”

“Here? Or in bed?” She nodded slowly, understanding. “If you fall over here, I can’t exactly carry you to the bedroom on my own.”

“Definitely bed,” he agreed.

Seeing as he was making no move to commit them to their course, Deunan grabbed a towel off the rack, and wrapped her other hand around his arm. Pulling him down the short hallway, she walked backwards towards the bedroom. _He_ might be willing to dither about what to do with his latest discovery, but she wasn’t about to let a good opportunity pass her by.

“I was just rinsing off.” The cyborg sat down when prompted on the edge of the bed, still sounding stunned by his sudden libido. Deunan pressed a hand against the middle of his chest, guiding him into scooting further back onto the mattress. “And suddenly I remembered that time that you surprised me in the showers on campus and we went at it right there against the tile... Next thing I knew I was hard enough to pound nails.” Briareos lay back slowly into the rumpled bedding.

“Christmas. Two years ago.” Deunan remembered promptly. ”You were bruised from head to foot because some jackass tried to pincushion you through a plate-glass door and knocked you ass over teakettle over a balcony railing and down sixteen feet into a Volvo. I felt so bad for you that I hung an out-of-order sign on the shower room door and gave you a blowjob, since that was the only bit left on you that wasn’t black and blue.”

“I remember that. “ He laughed. “Not much else from that day, given the knock I took to the head, but I _remember_ your ‘welcome home’.” He reached out to support her as she clambered onto the mattress next to him. “I can’t believe someone didn’t walk in.”

“I was _very_ explicit as to the nature of the ‘out of order’ when I wrote the sign.” Deunan smirked evilly. “The guys would have been willing to wash with a hose outside before they wanted to investigate on their own.”

Inspecting the contents of the nightstand, she was obliged to tisk in dismay. Of course they didn’t have anything pertinent in stock. It wasn’t like they’d been planning on this sort of thing with their weekly shopping. Hopping back off the bed, she found a small bottle of moisturizer in her gym bag.

“Aloe.” She shrugged before crawling across the sheets again. “Not the sexiest scent in the universe, but it’s bound to feel soothing?”

“Anything.” He agreed. “Soon.”

“Shhh.” She leaned over him to kiss his mouth lightly before sitting back. “I know.”

“Won’t take much.” He rubbed a hand along her arm, too much of a gentleman to hurry her in a more obvious way.

She worked a generous palm full of lotion between her hands as she winked at him. “Relax handsome. I’m just warming it up for you. Don’t want the poor guy to get shy from cold, do we?” Deunan leaned sideways to blow gently over his eager erection.

“Witch.” Briareos grumbled, his complaint transforming into a gasp as she gently took him in hand. With the first slow stroke she focused on spreading the lotion over him; letting the thick cream ease the friction of her fingers, and hopefully soothing his oversensitive nerves at the same time.

They’d tried it a few times, when he’d first come home. Despite the doctors warning that nerve damage would probably make the effort futile. She had been determined that he get a little of his own back, and he had been all for re-connecting with what little humanity was left him. But it had all gone rather horribly. Rather than being erotic, they’d discovered that at best, he felt only numb, and at worst an uncomfortable sensation of pins-and-needles. Never mind that any actual functionality was gone, enjoyment of simple, physical, contact was out of the question.

Rather than keep being outwardly disappointed, he’d pretty much pretended it wasn’t there anymore. Other than for basic maintenance and cleaning, she doubted he’d taken off the protective plating for months. The doctors had rerouted everything through his cybernetics when they’d replaced his kidneys, so it wasn’t like his dick was strictly required. A less humane recovery team might have just discarded the damaged and potentially obsolete bit of flesh when putting him back together. She issued a silent prayer of thanks that Dr. Zand seemed to be the exception rather than the rule for mechanism-loving cyberneticists. Not that the man hadn’t presented as completely dedicated to his craft, but he’d understood. It wasn’t about men becoming machines, but rather machinery helping men to stay human when all other options were exhausted.

How ironic that in the end, the one bit of Briareos left wholly un-customized by Zand’s team, was the slowest portion to heal from his accident.

Root to tip and back again, she floated her fingers over his skin, aching with joy on his behalf. That he could have this fragment of his old self back? That he didn’t have to sacrifice even something as fundamental and pleasurable as a hand-job in his new life? It was about as good as she could hope for.

The list of old habits and hobbies that were ‘no go’ was long enough as it was. Seeing him pointedly ignoring his once-beloved bike was bad enough. But having to give up even sex? It was just too unfair. Deunan leaned forwards, planting a kiss on the contours of his abdomen. There was smooth metal where his bellybutton used to be, but the false-skin was as warm as a real one, and just flexible enough beneath her lips to let her pretend that it was just a surface coating, that underneath, her lover’s old body wasn’t just a twenty pound bio-pack tucked amongst thousands of servos and sensors.

At least he could _feel_ the touch. Not all cyborgs were so lucky, she’d discovered. Seeing the sad lot of veterans at the LA treatment center when she’d gone with Briareos for his initial checkups had been grimly eye opening. She had taken for granted until then that her lover would come back to her as human in appearance. The idea of coping with wheels or treads instead of legs wasn’t something she was sure she could handle.

Deunan rested her cheek against him, curled along his side as she set a gentle pace, stroking his cock with one hand. Encircling his shaft with her palm and fingers, she gradually increased the firmness of her grip as he panted. Briareos twitched abortively as he lay beneath her, fighting his unconscious urge to buck or grab hold. After the first few accidents, he had become a little paranoid about his strength. She wondered how she could convince him to try for old time’s sake. It was a little lonely to be sprawled over his thigh having her wicked way with him while he resolutely fisted his hands into the sheets rather than risk bruising her.

“It’s alright.” She nuzzled his hip as he tensed and shuddered. He didn’t smell like sweat or cologne, but the clean sharp scent of his new body, with the overtone of the joint-conditioner he used in place of soap was growing more familiar by the day. “Relax and enjoy it, sexy beast. Just this once you’ve earned the right to forget the rest.”

His hiss of pleasure was the only reply she got. Laughing as she kissed his abdomen again, Deunan sat up to get a better view of her work. Flushed dark and dripping with pre-come, his erection was a monster, as if a year’s worth of back pressure was trying to spill all at once. Bringing her second hand around, she dared to cup his balls. Lifting them off his groin as gently as possible, she worried that even that would be too much for the sensitive skin. Still, Briareos wasn’t complaining, and from the look of it, their experiment was going better than any to date. She regretted agreeing to ‘fingers only’ when his shaft was obviously in need of more than what one hand, or even two, could offer. Still, water sports wasn’t something she’d ever considered, and clean-freak that Bri had always been, she couldn’t blame him for being concerned.

She spared a thought for Dr. Zand, now long absent. There was no way to get the man the good news with him having skipped the country so quickly. If the frustration of the spooks that still called up asking after him was any gauge, he’d managed his disappearing act with the same skill he’d used putting Briareos back together.

She briefly toyed with trying to send him a ‘thank you’ card with a photo of her boyfriend’s erection enclosed, and nearly burst out laughing. Zand would undoubtedly get it, knowing how strange his sense of humor was, but she pitied the hypothetical postal inspector who’d be obliged to open the letter in the hopes of discovering any secret intelligences being sent out of the country. Besides, Briareos would have a fit if she tried to acquire the image in the first place.

Undoubtedly the doctor would find a way to get in touch again. She’d just have to wait until the opportunity presented itself to tell him the good news.

“Hey, space cadet. Forgetting something?” Briareos asked, releasing his hold on the bed in order to poke her lightly in the head.

Deunan blinked and realized she’d slacked her pace a little in contemplating her unlikely mailing. Clearly her good-for-nothing cyborg was itchier than usual. It wasn’t like she’d stopped. She smiled as her hand seemed content to slide up and down of its own will. Slow and easy was officially off the menu it seemed. Tightening her fingers to get a better grip on his shaft, she answered his complaint with a few businesslike tugs. Anything else Briareos might have said was lost as the sensations from his dick overwhelmed his ability for rational speech. Soft and slippery, yet with a core as unyielding as a nightstick, his cock bobbed and bounced with her long strokes. Deunan’s fingers almost slipped at the top as the skin became progressively slicker. The hand cream was worked into lather and fading fast, but his body was happily making up the difference.

The new smell hit her with shocking familiarity, memory almost painful as it awakened. Bri, or rather his once-upon-a-time scent. Her brain immediately retracted the thought, it wasn’t just Bri. It was the scent of an old lover of hers when hot and bothered and fucking her senseless. The memory of sweat and semen and the feel of him buried deep between her legs made her body tense, suddenly aching for a far more selfish reason. God how long had it been since she’d had sex?

There’d been the experimenting they’d done in the hospital, and when he’d first gotten home. Fingers and tongue had both proved still more than expert enough to get her off, but she’d felt really guilty about it, not being able to return the favor. After that initial joy of coming home wore off, he’d just sort of fallen apart over the course of their third month back together. He barely spoke to her without being prompted, never-mind wanting to touch her. Her only consolation was he _would_ speak to her at all, the rest of the team were lucky to get five words in a week out of him at his lowest point. It’d almost felt like she’d spent the last year living with a stranger instead of the man she’d recklessly pledged her heart to so many years ago.

She pressed her forehead against him, changing her grip in order to use the edge of her thumb to tease the throbbing vein that defined the base of his cock. For a guy who thought he’d blow at the very idea of ‘tongue’ in the bathroom, his staying power was impressive. Deunan chuckled softly at the desperate overtone to her partner’s breathing. If he couldn’t even find the wits to swear, he had to be practically rabid for a finish.

“Come on, handsome.” She coaxed, barely squeezing his heavy balls. “Let’s see what you can do.”

“God.” Briareos arched beneath her as he jolted at her touch, cybernetics whining faintly as the servos tried to respond to his conflicting need to both hold still and also _move_ as the pleasure took him out of himself.

“Deunan!”

Hearing her name groaned out by her normally close-mouthed bedmate made her grin hugely. Such a stupid thing to be happy about, she knew, but still. It was like he’d finally come home. He’d returned to her a year ago in body, but in spirit?

She shifted a leg over his thigh, pressing the heat building in her pussy against his cooler metal skin, applying both hands to her mission of making him shoot his brains out through his dick. He had to be close. His cock was practically thrumming between her fingers. Hell she was close too, and she hadn’t thought she could get herself off just by touching him. It’d had been too damn long since she’d let off a little steam on her own. Leaving one hand playing with the oversensitive tip, she ratcheted up the pressure on his shaft, forgetting any intention of being gentle in favor of goading him with every trick her fingers knew. Her efforts were rewarded with a renewed shudder of pleasure from the man beneath her. Briareos was once again speechless as he gave into the need to buck into her hands, allowing himself only the smallest of thrusts as struggled to not upset her perch.

Hellcat, he ought to be calling her, witch, demoness, insatiable succubus. She swore she could hear his thoughts, the familiar curses and pleas he’d have given voice to as she’d tormented him in the past. His breaths sounded like sobs, painful, ragged, fully human. Her own body sang in response to his need, warming with every roll of her shoulders and squeeze of her hands. She could almost taste it, she wanted it so badly. If he didn’t blow his load soon, she might just beat him to the finish and cream in her shorts just from rubbing against his leg. Like a dog in heat, she supposed, unrepentant. Gritting her teeth, she was determined that he’d get his chance first. If everything went well, she’d get her turn soon enough, and she was willing to hold out an hour or even a day longer if she had to, if there was honest-to-god-sex in the offing.

“I hope you’re going to have a little stamina left for seconds, baby.” Deunan pressed her thumb against the very tip of his cock, making a circling motion to smear the pooling lubricant around. Despite her initial worries about his oversensitivity, he seemed to love the roughness. His breath grew more ragged still in response to her new tactics. “If these pre-flight checks end as well as they’re going now, I may just demand a ride on this rocket of yours.”

A trembling hand worked free of the tangled sheets to slide along her leg, petting her thigh. Bri wasn’t completely dazzled yet if he could still spare half a brain cell for her.

She smiled and ground her pelvis against his leg reminding him ñ if he needed the hint ñ that she too had gone-without for far too long. God, if she hadn’t made the mistake of sleeping with some of her ‘rebound’ boyfriends in the faint hope that for even a minute she could forget that Briareos was dead, it’d have been two years since she’d had a man. Looking back those weird months between receiving the horrible news that he was gone, and the equally surreal discovery that he wasn’t, never failed to make her cringe. It was a marvel that she hadn’t royally fucked up and flunked out, or quit before she had ever begun. Strange to think she’d gotten more sex while under-age (morally if not legally) than she had since reaching eighteen. How ironic.

The thought was interrupted by the sudden and long awaited main event. Briareos came in a wet surge, dick seeming to pulse physically with the size of the burst. Deunan rapidly had to re-rank her prior experiences giving her boyfriend hand jobs to take in the scale of his climax. Semen seemed to pour forth without end. The first surge splashed forward onto his abdomen, a smooth arc of white. The next two lesser surges spattered over the skin of his groin, and along her fingers as she slowed her pace, letting him come down gradually. An unbelievable fourth spurt was almost an afterthought as it oozed over his liberally coated dick, causing it to glisten wetly in the dim light of their bedroom.

Deunan bit her lip, finding the sight the most unintentionally erotic thing she’d seen in a while. Briareos collapsed backwards onto the bed, boneless and spent as she eased his now defunct erection down against his leg to rest. His buzz was practically visible. She watched him carefully for signs of distress, belatedly wondering what his firmware and bio-support system would make of the intense demands that sex required.

“You ok?” She prodded his side gently, absently noting as she did so that she left a sticky fingerprint against his polished skin. Ah well, she shook her head, at least he’d clean up easy. His heartfelt groan of pleasure distracted her from the idea of needing to keep a polishing cloth on the hand to remove the ‘evidence’ if they tried for a quickie at work.

“Deunan?”

“Right where you left me.” She laughed at his wondering question. “I hope you didn’t blow a fuse with that...”

“I think...” Briareos took a shaky breath. “I think that may have possibly been... Worth almost dying for.”

Deunan raised an eyebrow, amused. “That good?”

“I feel like I’m high on something.” He stated, still ragged. “It was so damned good that a guy could go crazy from it... I ought to be passed out, or done for the week...”

“Don’t say that!” Deunan protested.

“But damned if it doesn’t feel like I’m already itching for another go round.” He ignored her, too dazed to notice her needless concern. “It’s like something’s flipped a fucking switch down there... off... _on_. You know?”

“I can’t say I’m complaining.” She leaned forward to nuzzle his stomach, smiling as she felt a heavy hand settle against the back of her head. His fingers tangled in her hair as he found his equilibrium again. “But just the same I think you ought to run a system check. You’ve never had an orgasm like that before, at least not with me.”

Deunan grinned against his skin, “Geysers might be used as a comparison. I tried to go easy on you... but even so...”

“Easy wasn’t what I wanted...” He finished the thought for her, rolling his shoulders against the mattress. “God that was perfect.”

For a moment he cuddled her close, seeming to weight his words as he cooled off. “I owe you.” He spoke at last. “For this. For everything, really. You’re a crazy girl for putting up with me.”

“Dummy.” She laughed, pushing off of him to sit up, pleased beyond measure at the acknowledgement. She had been a good girlfriend, she hadn’t done the shit thing and walked out when she could have, and god knew there had been plenty of people telling her she _should_ have.

Briareos wasn’t just some moping loser, and he sure as hell wasn’t a quitter. He was _Bri_. He was her friend first, lover second, and someday she had every hope of being his partner. Partners stuck together even when things when to shit. It was just what they did, better than family, even. Unlike her mother who’d died, or her father who might as well have for all he cared anymore, Briareos had _come back_ to her.

“It wasn’t all one sided you know,” she grinned. “I enjoyed it too. Well... still am, really.” She quipped as she rubbed against him, riding his thigh for a moment to take the edge off her sudden itch.

“That- you... Jesus, girl. Give me a minute to do a diagnostic and I’ll _help_ with that.”

“Promise?” She asked teasingly.

Knowing he was right, she left him in peace momentarily, wiping her hands unthinkingly on her cutoff shorts. Deunan blinked as she realized it was a waste of perfectly good semen. Luckily there was plenty more to investigate, the trails of come rapidly cooling on Briareos’ stomach. She ran an experimental finger through the streaks that remained. The salty tang was much as she remembered, perfectly normal and unaltered by the dramatic changes in the rest of his body. Banged-up and scarred as his tackle looked, she was more than willing to give him a clean-bill of health functionality-wise. Curious, she tasted her fingers again, pleased at the unremarkable flavor.

“And? Your conclusion?” Briareos drawled, running his hands along her legs again. A flurry of tiny lights flickered briefly above his pair of left-eyes as his firmware began a full system verification. “Am I still man enough for you?”

Deunan scrunched her nose, making a face at him. “There was never any doubt, dumbass.” She punched his stomach lightly in punishment for talking himself down. “Even if it’d never worked again, I wouldn’t have thought you weren’t...” He huffed in disbelief but she could hear his gratitude in the caress of his fingers over the low waistline of her jeans. “But to answer your question?” she relented with a smile, “I think it’s safe to say that you’re firing on all cylinders, hero. Welcome back to the world of the hot-and-horny.”

“Glad to be back,” Briareos chuckled, preoccupied with whatever was going on inside of his head.

Deunan wondered what it was like, to be constantly plugged into a computer that kept more than half of you running. Briareos had tried once or twice to explain it. He had given up each time, not able to express to his liking how the computer was both distinct from his consciousness and yet also integrated into his awareness. Zand had called the process of wetwear/firmware integration to be rather like a harmless form of schizophrenia . At the time his tongue-in-cheek explanation had made her laugh, but whatever it was like for the man living with it, she still found herself strangely sensitive to the times when Bri’s attention would switch from external to internal, silently communing with himself as he ‘talked’ with the programs now embedded in his subconscious. She wished she could do that. Just being able to ask her body what was going on, rather than having to guess whether a bone was just bruised or actually fractured, seemed like a really useful trick.

“Seems like I’m well within tolerance.” He replied at last, hands resumed petting her legs thoughtfully. “That was quite a workout though. Your dad had me on the treadmill for an hour straight the other day and I didn’t come close to that heart-rate...”

“Forgive me for being glad to hear that my _dad_ can’t make your heart race like I can...” Deunan rolled her eyes playfully.

“You know what I mean!” Briareos protested, clearly horrified.

Deunan relented, doing him the favor of wiping him somewhat clean with the edge of her forgotten towel. She’d need a washcloth to finish the job properly, and perhaps some glass cleaner. But why bother when she was just going to talk him into another round? True to his speculation, his shaft was already twitching, swelling slightly with her incidental touches.

“Well it makes sense, really.” She mused aloud. “Running is almost entirely servos now, right? I mean your joints, legs and feet are all metal, not flesh. So all dad’s doing is putting the machinery, and your control of it, through the paces...”

She ran an appreciative knuckle down over his semi-flaccid cock, watching it rise as if trying to nuzzle into her caress. “This, on the other hand, is all reactive muscle response and hormones, the bits of you not completely governed by the add-ons, so your bio-pack is obliged to do most of the work.”

“Aren’t you the clever one.” Briareos’ hands squeezed her hips briefly before sliding upwards to tug curiously at her t-shirt. “You know what I think?” She shook her head, following his lead. “I think you’re wearing entirely too many clothes, little woman.”

“You think?” Deunan feigned surprise as she looked down at her worn workout-shirt and cutoffs. “Gee I thought I was doing pretty well for a girl who planned to spend the day lounging around the house doing nothing.”

The cyborg beneath her huffed in amusement. “Plans have changed,” he declared firmly. “Strip down, hellcat, accept your fate.”

Deunan laughed happily, pulling her t-shirt off to expose the bare skin beneath. “My fate?” She asked as she stretched her arms above her head, enjoying the feel of the cool air on her breasts. “And what, pray tell, are you thinking you’re going to do to me?”