Reconnaissance

-Reconnaissance – (part3)

An Appleseed fanfic
Thanks to Masamune Shirow for my favorite pairing ever.

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D E U N A N

She woke up once in pre-dawn darkness. Her brain stupidly hardwired for the early rise time despite the fact that she knew perfectly well there would be no need for it. Blinking slowly, Deunan reveled sleepily in the idea of being able to lie in just for the hell of it. The feeling of clean sheets against her legs, Briareos’ enormous bulk cuddled down the length of her spine, made her smile. Tents and marching and sleeping on shale all seemed like a weird dream, when presented with the reality of a modestly comfortable bed, and a quiet morning with her lover. He was snoring softly against her hair. She turned slowly to get a better look at him in the grey light.

Clean and buffed, it was clear where hundreds of scuffs and scratches marred his once perfectly satin finish. She tisked to herself at a particularly deep scratch cut into one of his cheek guards, remembering the hit he had taken that made it. When the war was over, she’d see about getting someone to refinish her poor boyfriend back to a proper gloss. Her own bruises and scrapes would heal soon enough, but he’d be stuck with his banged up plating potentially for years. Reaching up she ran her fingers down his jaw, feeling for damage less visible. He muttered but did not wake at her touch, exhausted in his own right, despite his recently preoccupation with fussing after her. The silver shine of his profile made her smile bittersweet. Strange to think his cyborg face had once alarmed her. Familiarity had made it all together normal feeling under her fingers. Deunan almost couldn’t remember what he’d looked like as a man anymore. She had photos somewhere, in storage along with the rest of their crap that had survived the fires. But it’d made no sense to keep such things with her in a warzone. She consoled herself with stretching slightly to kiss his chin.

When even that didn’t rouse her boyfriend she decided that he had the right idea after all. Five am was too damned early. Shifting to tuck herself closer against his chest, she pressed a kiss against his neck, daring to give in to sentimentality when he wasn’t awake to be annoyed by it. “Love you, Bri.” It didn’t bother her that the only answer she got was his regular breathing. Grand declarations weren’t his style anyway. Deunan settled her head against him and resolved to nap until it became physically impossible to sleep anymore.

Awareness caught her again with a warm thrill. Deunan stared in confusion up at the white arch of the ceiling, wondering at how it felt as though she had only just closed her eyes. Clearly hours had passed since her first attempt at waking up. She pieced together memories of how she’d come to be in the camper-like cabin, but her brain refused to guestimate what the hour was; _late_ undoubtedly. Deunan closed her eyes and stretched, slowly taking stock of herself. She felt good. Other than waking up alone against the pillows, sleeping in was everything it was cracked up to be. Feeling another warm thrill up her spine, Deunan blinked, suddenly more awake. She felt better than just good. She felt great. In fact, she felt horny as hell.

Probably had something to do with what a certain cyborg was up to between her legs. The reason he wasn’t laying next to her on the mattress was suddenly clear. Briareos had opted to curl himself over the edge of the bed instead; sprawled with her legs draped over his shoulders as he took advantage of her willing body.

Deunan’s toes curled as he switched from tasting the inside of her thigh to tonguing her sensitized clit. The wet heat of his mouth when contrasted with the cool smooth edges of his face was enough to pull a sigh of surprised pleasure from her. She raised her head to stare down along the bed, confirming what her body was energetically telling her before letting it fall back against the pillows.

“You bastard, what do you think you’re doing?” The words barely left her mouth before she was obliged to bite a knuckle to keep from voicing even louder appreciation of his caress.

He must have been down there a while, she realized dizzily. Her hips jerked reflexively at the throbbing pleasure spreading out from her pussy. Not even she was easy enough to get this hot with just a few licks. Briareos must have been eating her out while she was still dreaming. Waking up on the cusp of orgasm, she shivered as her body responded to her sudden increase in arousal. It was possibly the hottest thing he’d ever done for her. She wished she could have remembered what she’d been dreaming about, no doubt it’d been good.

Bri’s tongue was absurdly talented for a guy who hadn’t gone down on his girl in over a year. Fully human, one of the few things left of him that still was, it teased her box with soft strokes and grinding pressure. Deunan reached down to stroke the smooth metal of his scalp in appreciation for the thrill he was giving her. Wondering what had brought on his sudden interest. To be fair, had he tried it a week or even a month ago, the combination of dust and sweat would have likely been a turn off for both of them. Being clean, and having the ability to wash off afterwards, was a powerful argument in favor of spontaneous sex.

Letting her legs spread wider, she invited him to lick anything and everything he wanted, unable to pretend she wasn’t desperately interested in his efforts. It didn’t take long for the last sleepy confusion to melt away when every nerve burned with raw lust. She pressed against his head, pulling him tight against her, encouraging him to continue as she panted and rocked beneath him. It was hard to say what it was she wanted more. The sweetly painful jolts of arousal she felt as he rubbed his tongue up and down the length of her clit promised a quick and mind-blowing orgasm. But feeling him snaking into her slick channel, tasting her excitement and filling her at the same time was soul satisfying as well. Fast and desperately hard? Or Slow and sexy? She couldn’t decide. She wanted it all. She wanted to ride his mouth until she couldn’t bear to be touched anymore.

Deunan closed her eyes and pretended they weren’t in the middle of a war zone. Her brain promptly obliged her, letting her fantasized that they weren’t in a tiny shack, but back in their old apartment where everything was safe, and ordinary, and the only uniforms they had to wear were the blue ones that came off at the end of the day.

She let herself pretend it was one of _those_ days off. One where they had no particular plans for anything but each other, one where they got up only to pull all the curtains closed, bringing breakfast back to bed so that it’d be in easy reach when they wanted it. Those days had been the best. Hours of just screwing each other senseless in lazy round after round of spine tingling sex. It wasn’t often that she could get Briareos in the right mood for it, but when she did… she grinned at the memory of how much they must have pissed off the neighbors on those days. No wonder the old woman across the hall had always given her such dirty looks.

Massive hands slid up the backs of her thighs, bringing her back to the present, her body ached with how close she was to her limit. Briareos must have felt it too because he was working her over more enthusiastically than ever, pushing her legs up against her trembling abdomen, pinning her to the mattress when she couldn’t help herself but buck her hips. The memory of him eating her out was just as erotic as the act itself, she closed her eyes and moaned in the back of her throat, trying to be considerate of the thin walls around them. All she wanted was _this_ forever. Or failing that, she’d be content a really rough ride on his dick. Her body craved something to fill her up, to rub her deep after all his teasing of her entrance.

One of Bri’s hands caressed the inside of her thigh as he released her leg, still pressing her down against the bed while his tongue worked its way slowly in and out of her hole. He licked at the excited wetness he found there, but even jabbing as deeply as he could reach, it wasn’t _quite_ enough. Good, so very good, but not… Deunan gasped as she felt his thumb sliding over the edge of her pussy to stroke the wet depths next to where his mouth was teasing her. Even guessing his intention, she couldn’t help but pray he wouldn’t let her down.

“Please baby.” She petted his head between his extendibles with trembling fingers. She felt as though she would break apart if he didn’t finish what he’d started soon. Her body thrummed, limbs weightless with the flow of adrenaline coursing through her veins. Then he sank his thumb into the depths his tongue had so recently plumbed and she forgot everything else.

Any attempt to be discrete was forgotten as she dropped both hands to his head and wailed. Deunan pressed him against her body as she panted and begged for more. The rush of blood in her ears was too loud for her to ever hear herself, but she was vaguely certain she was calling his name, or something close to it. With Briareos’ tongue caressing the top of her pussy and his fingers thrusting into her depths, it was all she could do to hang on to him as the world contracted. Every muscle seemed to clench at once, calves, thighs, fingers and toes, her back arched until only her head felt as though it was touching the bed, and still she felt she could do more. Deunan floated a minute in a wave of heady bliss. Lungs burning she felt herself fall to earth as she gasped for air, body still surging with the excitement of her climax.

Laying bonelessly against the damp sheets, she swore she could hear Briareos’ chuckling over the ringing in her ears. Her cyborg nuzzled her abdomen wiping his face against her skin and then playfully licking at the sheen of sweat covering her, waiting for her to gather up her wits. Deunan caught her breath and pushed her hair away from her face. Coming to grips with her unusual wakeup call, and her body’s lingering shivers of pleasure.

“Good morning?” He offered with classic understatement when she propped herself on her elbows to glare at him.

“What was that for?” Deunan couldn’t help but ask. Not that she was complaining, but she wished he’d have woken her up sooner. She would have liked to enjoy the beginning as well as the ending of his performance. It was totally unfair that he’d started without her. Her pussy clamped possessively around his fingers as he shifted himself against the mattress, unwilling to let him go quite yet.

He pressed his mouth against her thigh, tasting her skin again in response before resting his cheek against it to watch her. “I figured it was as good a way as any to get your lazy bones out of bed. It’s noon, woman. Time for all good little hellcats to wake up and have some breakfast.”

“Oh.” She fell back against the pillows. “Well that’s ok I guess.”

Trust Briareos to make such a lame explanation sound perfectly sensible and commonplace. She shook her head at his lack of romance. Feeling him pull free of her body, she curled on her side, sated but not particularly sleepy. Breakfast actually seemed like a really good idea. Deunan contemplated moving as the buzz of her climax faded into a more reasonable level of arousal. Either breakfast, or more sex was definitely on the agenda. With her lover already up and puttering in their tiny kitchen, she supposed she’d be obliged to the first. She’d have to see about talking him into the second afterwards.

What was it about prolonged abstinence that always made sex with him impossibly good, she wondered. Slipping off the mattress, she splashed some water on her face in the closet-sized bathroom. No amount of finger combing of her hair would make it lay flat. Deunan stuck her tongue out at her reflection before giving up for the morning. Briareos would just have to take her as she was. Leering at herself, she conceded that he already _had_.

*****

Having consumed what felt like her body-weight in oatmeal and fruit, Deunan was more than content to just sit in the sun on their worn out little picnic table digesting her meal while letting Briareos do chores. Watching her oversized cybernetic partner doing things as mundane as hanging wet laundry on the line, washing dishes, and carting their extensive armory out of the various bags and boxes for cleaning made her smile. The Colt that she used regularly looked like a pop-gun in his massive hands. His own favored weapons were sized more along the lines of the guns the tanks had bolted to their sides. She could barely lift his favorite sniping rifle, much less aim with it.

As nice as it was to bask in the sun and let him do all the work, her fingers itched for something to do. It was either be productive, and help, or jump him for a recap of what had gotten her out of bed in the first place. Briareos didn’t seem particularly interested in the later. She wondered about his change of tactic. Surely he was hornier than _she_ was. Unless he’d jerked off before going down on her, he’d let her enjoy herself without taking anything for himself yet. He could be incredibly generous, as a lover, but not usually _that_ generous. So why wasn’t he interested? It was a mystery in need of solving.

Deunan reached across the table to claim her guns back from him. Pulling the clips and disassembling the hardware with a fraction of her concentration, she mulled over schemes to get him back to bed. She could clean and oil the familiar weapons in the dark, half asleep. Hell she’d done both in recent memory. Her fingers moved without any particular need for her attention, knowing their job by rote. Once the last of the small arms was tended to Deunan set herself to counting shells and making a list of what they were short on. Briareos continued to studiously not notice her as he worked on the larger pieces of their collection. A less attentive girlfriend might have mistaken him for engrossed in his work. She puzzled it over as she padded around him to swap cartridges and re-arrange cases.

Briareos was definitely ‘not looking’ when she leaned over his arm to claim a spare rag, giving him a perfectly good opportunity to feel her breasts pressing against him. He didn’t make a peep when she couched down sack of munitions to sort the content, and gave his thigh a squeeze as she used him for a prop to get back on her feet again. He barely even twitched as she languorously stretched her arms over her head. Working the kinks out of her shoulders while feigning ignorance of the way her oversized t-shirt hiked up against the tops of her thighs.

It had to be guilt. Deunan recognized the symptoms after a moment’s thought. It wasn’t that he wasn’t burning for her, because that much was bloody obvious. He just didn’t think he could go for her, for some dumb reason.

It was hardly the first time her idiot cyborg had withdrawn from her after sex. It’d just been so damned long since he’d last froze her out that she almost wasn’t sure that was what he was doing. She resisted the urge to laugh at him. That would wound his pride for certain. Deunan could have sworn that they’d gotten over this particular level of insecurity by now. It’d been years since she’d been a blushing virgin. And easily just as long since she thought she’d proven to him that he could do damn near anything and turn her on.

Why on earth did he feel guilty? Because he’d woken her up? Because she had glared at him? Surely he realized she was just teasing. She’d have thought the ten minutes of begging and moaning he’d gotten in the minutes beforehand that would have been a big enough clue for him that she’d loved it. But he was funny like that.

Hopefully the neighbors were all off doing their jobs. She realized with a guilty start as she gave up on seducing her boyfriend with the obvious ploys. If any of them were home, they had probably gotten one hell of show. Deunan promptly decided she didn’t care. They could make popcorn and pull up chairs if they wanted.

She walked over to her cyborg’s side of the table and waited for him to wipe his hands on a rag before tapping his shoulder. “Excuse me…” She smiled as he looked over at her.

“Something that you want from me, little woman?” He asked mildly.

Deunan leaned into his personal space without remorse, pressing a kiss against his metal lips before pulling back to give him a measuring look. “You’re ignoring me.” She stated the obvious.

“Am I?” He reached for another gun, but she put her hand on it before he could begin pulling it apart. Looking up at her again, he tilted his head as if to raise an eyebrow in inquiry. “You have something against me taking care of some chores in my downtime?”

It was impossible to tell some days whether he was teasing her or being perfectly serious. Deunan refused to let his refusal to be baited annoy her. Instead she lifted his hands off the table and inserted herself between him and his project. Straddling his lap, she slid her hands up his arms and over his shoulders until she could capture his face between her palms. Taking the fact that he didn’t immediately pull her off of him as a good sign, she coaxed his head lower until she could rest her forehead against his chin, stroking his jaw with her thumbs. A quiet minute of hesitation later and he relented, arms shifting to circle her back, cradling her close. Deunan let her hands slide around his neck, weaving her fingers together to keep him captive in her arms.

The opportunity to just hold him, for the sake of holding him, was wonderful. The chance of getting something more intimate out of him was a pleasant bonus. Pulling herself upwards towards his mouth, she kissed him a second time, leaving him in no doubt of her intentions. He leaned down into her lips, mouth opening to slide his tongue over hers. It was all the invitation she needed. If Briareos was willing, she was certainly going to exploit the opportunity to the best of her ability. Too stuffed to eat anymore, and too buzzed to nap, she opted for the third item on her personal ‘enjoy time off’ checklist. Her body had never quite cooled during breakfast, and was more than ready to return to horny-as-hell with a little encouragement. It made no sense to waste a perfectly good opportunity for lazy afternoon sex. With nothing to do all day but lounge around, the chores could be done whenever. She wanted him _now_.

Shifting forwards to cross her ankles behind her cyborg’s waist, she wrapped herself around him in every way she could. If he wouldn’t take her inside, she’d be just as happy to have him on the picnic table, and to hell with her ice-queen persona. It wasn’t like anyone they knew would frequent the ‘officer’s area’ in camp. Their neighbors were probably all out on their day-shifts. They had both time and privacy, if they wanted to make use of it. She wanted to make use of it. “Take me to bed, sexy beast.”

She nuzzled his jaw again, rolling her hips against his abs. “The guns will keep until later. I, on the other hand, would really like it if you finished what you started before breakfast.”

“That was actually…” He laughed softly against her hair, fingers tightening on her waist in response to her antics. “That is to say, I got a little carried away, before. I hadn’t intended to go quite that far…”

“I wasn’t complaining!” Deunan grinned at his confession. He _was_ guilty. How stupid was that? It was Bri all over, was what it was. She shook her head at how earnest he could be sometimes.

“It was a surprise, sure. But a nice one.” Tilting her head as she met his intrigued stare, she smirked up at him. “I think it safe to say you got my attention. The question is, what are you going to do about it?”

“Well…” He let his hands drift lower until they were supporting her thighs. Carefully shifting himself off the bench, he held her against his chest as he stood up. “A certain succubus of my acquaintance has invited me to share her bed for a while this afternoon. As I have no pressing engagements elsewhere, I thought I might just take her up on the offer. Provided of course, that she agrees to take a nap afterwards? She’s supposed to be resting today.”

“I’m not an invalid, Bri.” Deunan bumped his chin with her nose, doing her best to not notice just how far down the ground was when he walked her across the short distance to their trailer’s backdoor. “You don’t need to treat me like spun sugar. I was just run down yesterday, that’s all. I feel fine now!”

Her cyborg was obliged to put her down, unable to navigate the narrow door with her in his arms. Following her into the shady interior of their cabin, he caught her by the shoulders, turning her around until he could hold her chin. Tilting her face, he studied her carefully before letting go with a sigh. “You look better. But you’re still a long way to go from the little woman I’m accustomed to.”

“You’ll just have to feed me more.” She tisked him. Seeing the speculative tilt of his extendibles, Deunan held up her hands in self-defense. “Not right now, dummy. If I eat anymore this minute I’ll puke. Let me finish digesting lunch before you inflict dinner on me!”

“Breakfast.” He corrected candidly. “That was breakfast you had just now. Lunch will be noodles with… well… chicken. They claim.”

Deunan laughed at his honest appraisal of what the army called ‘Chicken Casserole’. After her first few experiences with it, she was almost positive that the dish had to be vegan. Her taste-buds insisted that whatever it was in the dish, it was neither dairy nor poultry. Given that most of the protein they were fed was actually manufactured soy, she wouldn’t have been surprised to hear that their casserole was made entirely of plant byproduct. Not that the dish wasn’t edible, but it seemed shameful to pass it off as chicken. “If that’s lunch, what’s dinner?” She had to ask. “I-can’t-believe-they’re-not-pork-chops?”

“Chowder and rolls. I can’t vouch for the legitimacy of the chowder, but the rolls are real honest to god bread, baked today even.” He replied. “And… Possibly more casserole, depending on whether we finish it all earlier or not.”

“I’m impressed.” She wrapped her arms around him again. “This premium grade chow is a real step up from our usual grunt-food. You’ve filled your socially mandated ‘bread-winner’ duties for the week with gold-star effort! I think you’ve earned a reward…”

“You decide you’re hungry after all?” He asked teasingly, caressing her back.

“Only for you, handsome.” Deunan grinned as her boyfriend groaned at the obvious line.

It didn’t stop him from sweeping her up onto his shoulder, despite the low ceilings. She allowed herself a girly squeal as she let him shanghai her into the bedroom hung over his back like a sack of potatoes. It wasn’t often that Briareos was playful about their relative difference in size, and she loved it when he was relaxed enough to do so. He deftly dropped her in the center of their bed, leaving her laughing against the pillows as he pulled off his t-shirt and belt in preparation for joining her.

“Idiot.” He scolded lovingly as she reached up to pull him onto the bed.

“Unbuckle, tin-man. Your chastity belt won’t save you from my advances.” She drummed her fingers on the protective plating of his groin. He merely huffed in amusement, mentally releasing the latches on his body armor and allowing the panel to fall away. Deunan caught the loose piece and carefully lifted it free of his body, setting it behind her pillow for safe-keeping. Under the metal shell, his cock hung hard and ready between his thighs. She grinned and sat up, kneeling on the mattress to press herself against his abs. Playfully sliding a hand down his stomach and over his dick she listened for his sigh of satisfaction. Any remaining doubts she might have had about his willingness to spend the afternoon with her rather than his guns was dispelled by the feel of the blood warm shaft bobbing against her skin.

“Long time no see, big guy.” She ran a finger down his length, re-familiarizing herself with it after months of going without.

Somehow they had to find a way of getting some god-damned privacy, she thought. There was no good reason, other than their mutual dislike of being gossiped about that they couldn’t have sex more often. It was just with everything else going on, they hadn’t had a real chance to put their heads together and figure something out.

Curling her fingers around his cock, she gave it a gentle tug, drawing a gasp of pleasure from her massive lover. ‘Heads together’ was a thought. She chuckled at her perverted impulse to return his favor from before and suck him off. ‘Heads together’ was always fun, but hips together? Now that was heaven. Besides, to get proper revenge, she’d have to catch him half asleep with a blowjob. Maybe tomorrow?

“I don’t want you exerting yourself.” He swatted her hands away before she could do more than a rudimentary exploration of his body. “You need your rest, hellcat. It’s frankly disturbing as hell to see you with rings under your eyes. And I really don’t go for the starved waif look, I’ll have you know. You’re on notice, girl. Shape up or my eye may just start to wander.”

“Uh huh.” She recognized an empty threat when she heard one. Reaching down to pet him again, she grinned at how his skin flushed in reaction to her. “So I suppose this monster here, is what, just hard as nails out of pity?”

“Yeah.” He caught her fingers again, rubbing his thumbs over the palms of her hands in an absentminded caress. “So no insane acrobatics today, alright? For once just lay back and let me do the work. I want you relaxed and sleepy, not burning calories you ought to be conserving.”

“Phooey.” She tried to out maneuver his hands but found him impossibly fast when he wanted to be. Deunan let him push her backwards back down onto the sheets. Juggling his grip on her, he managed to pin both her hands above her head, her wrists caught with gentle firmness in one of his giant hands. She arched under him, silently thrilled by the unexpected domination. Not above giving him a little show for his efforts, she squirmed and mock struggled as his other hand slid provocatively under her shirt and up her chest. Briareos grumbled as her t-shirt bunched up under her and got in the way. “Why is it that you can wear so damned little, and it _still_ manages to be a bloody nuisance?”

“Serves you right for not stripping me when you had the chance. ” She wriggled beneath him with a wicked smile. “Now you’re stuck. If you let me go I might just get away. Unless you want to tear it off of me?” She leered up at him.

“That’s my t-shirt, you know.” He pointed out, torn between laughing at her absurdity and his usual practical nature. “Besides, all I have to do is get it over your head, I don’t have to let you go for that.”

Pulling her lightly until she sat up, he proved he was entirely correct, the fabric sliding over her head and down her arms to bunch up in a tangle around her captured hands. Deunan sank back down against the bed as he leaned over her, sighing happily as his free hand slid easily along the contours of her side and up to tickle her ribs. Her nipples hardened to sensitive points as he teased her with his slow exploration, aching sweetly in the cool air of their bedroom as they waited their turn to be caressed.

Shifting himself so he was kneeling next to the bed, Briareos pressed his face against her shoulder, tasting her skin at regular intervals as he laid claim to her body. Long armed as he was, he really didn’t need to let go of her in order to reach anything and everything he wanted, she realized. Her blood warmed at the idea of the fun they could have just as they were. Waiting for him to come up for air, she dared him with her challenge. “You think you can hang on to me like this the whole time? You’ll have to let go eventually, I bet.”

“Yeah?” He stretched across her to kiss her other shoulder, blanketing her in his bulk. She shamelessly arched up into him, rubbing her sensitive breasts against his chest for the fun of it. Briareos snorted in amusement at her, more than willing to rub his thumb over one of her tight nipples to humor her. “And what will you bet me that I can’t hold on to you, hellcat?”

Deunan laughed softly. Half distracted by his touch. “What do you want?”

“If I win, and you don’t get loose?” He sat back on his heels and gave her a considering look. “I don’t know… how ‘bout a blowjob?”

“You’re going to get one of those eventually anyway.” She laughed at his easily obtainable wish list. “Think bigger. Surely there’s something you’ve been dreaming off that’s more of a treat?”

“Nothing readily available.” He shrugged. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed lately, girlie, but sex on the beach is in short supply here in Wyoming.”

“I’ll take a rain-check then.” Deunan smiled at him. “For when we do have a chance to prepare properly.”

“Hmmm well if we’re speaking in hypotheticals.” Briareos tilted his head, “I want you in that nurse costume again. The one with the white garters and heels you wore that time.”

Denan blinked up at him, “Really?”

“I liked it.” He shrugged again. “It was sexy.”

“You wanna play doctor with me, Bri?” She couldn’t help but tease.

It had been years ago, when he was still recovering at the hospital that she had pulled that stunt. She honestly hadn’t thought he’d go for it, and had worn the costume more to make him laugh than to turn him on. After wearing it once or twice she had abandoned it in favor of other ways to tickle her man’s fancy. Deunan wished he’d spoken up sooner. She hadn’t thought that he’d liked the bit of silly dress up more or less than any of her other antics. Apparently he had really enjoyed it, if he remembered it after all this time.

“You said I should ask for something I was dreaming about.” He replied unfazed. “So I did. Some day, I think it’d be sexy if you wore white garters again.” Nuzzling between her breasts, he placed a kiss against her sensitive skin. “That’s what I want.”

“Fair enough.” She arched under his mouth, wishing he’d apply it to portions of her aching for a little attention. “In that case, if you let go, I demand that _you_ someday wake me up again the same as you did this morning. But for god’s sake, handsome, poke me or something as you’re getting started because missing half of it was a crying shame.”

Her cyborg rubbed his face against her skin, “Minx. I think I can manage that.”

“So we have a bet?” Deunan tested his grip by trying to slip a hand free. He immediately shifted his fingers to prevent her escape. She bit her lip to keep from laughing breathlessly, more turned on than she had any reason to be by the light bondage. This was going to be _fun_.

“This was supposed to be restful.” Briareos shifted to kiss her slowly, savoring her mouth instead of waiting for her answer. Sliding her legs apart so as to wrap them around him, Deunan returned his kiss with one equally thorough. She was probably going to lose her bet with him, she realized as she ground up against his chest. But it was hardly like he would never eat her out again. Especially now that she’d gotten it through to him that she’d rather enjoyed his method of waking up. Rocking her hips seductively against him Deunan encouraged him the best she could without hands to hold him with.

“You’ve got a girl hot and bothered for you, handsome. Don’t complain about it.” She advised him playfully.

“It’s never slow and easy with you, is it.” He laughed in quiet amusement at her, shifting from the floor and hoisting her higher on the bed so that he could fit beside her. “You’d think with your hands out of the picture, I’d be able to keep you in check… but apparently not.” Deunan shrugged, not feeling particularly ashamed of her inability to just lay back and let sex happen to her.

Briareos shifted them until he could sit with her sprawled infront of him, her legs draped over his thighs as he pet her chest and stomach. Deunan pouted at him discovering she was unable to tease him in her new pose. “Just this once, little woman, we’re going to do this my way.”

“I thought you said you wanted me to _relax_.” She couldn’t help herself but contradict him. As her ‘punishment’ was to have him cup and squeeze one of her breasts, she didn’t think she’d spoken too far out of turn. He ran his thumb over her peaked flesh for a moment, making her pant with sudden need.

“You. Will learn. To like slow and easy. If it kills me.” Bri shifted against the sheets until he could murmur in her ear. “It doesn’t have to always be a race for it to be good, hellcat. We’ve taken our time one or two occasions, I remember.”

“I hate delayed gratification.” She pouted at him, getting the drift of his game. Licking his jaw, she purred in his ear. “And you have to admit, it’s fun for you too, handsome. You _like_ plowing me fast and hard.”

He wanted her to be the wild succubus that he tamed to his bed? She arched herself up against him. She had no problem with that. If they paced themselves right, the sex could very well last all day. Deunan sucked his neck, feeling her pussy getting wetter at the idea.

Heaving himself out of her reach, Briareos considered her spread out before him with a speculative tilt of his head, as if trying to guess how best to accomplish his ambition without letting go. She tugged playfully at his grip again, reminding him that she wouldn’t go down without a fight. Tutting, he promptly brought his hand down in front of her, pinning her own wrists to her chest. A twist and a roll, and she was pressed back-to-his front, his capturing arm holding her against him as she sat on his lap.

“Not fair!” She leaned back to complain. Or she meant to, the words came out a little garbled when he shifted his free hand from her waist to her parted legs with little warning. Spread across his thighs, there was little she could do to stop him as he deftly fingered her from behind. Arching away from him only meant that she could feel his heavy shaft press against her ass more acutely. Twisting her hips, she rubbed him as best she could, hoping to goad him into giving up his plan to take his time.

He had to be as desperate for her as she was for him. More so- since he hadn’t had any foreplay before breakfast to take the edge off. But his tempo didn’t shift at all. He simply paused to make sure she was comfortable in her sprawl, and then proceeded to slowly and thoroughly explore every inch of her wet heat with his oversized fingers. Deunan trembled as he brushed over her clit for the second time in so many hours, body yearning for more of the same. He wasn’t in the mood to humor her desire for a quick finish, fingers moving on to pet her thigh as he continued his leisurely caress.

“Please, Bri?” She needed _something_, anything. Not even he could be that cruel of a tease. A little bondage was all well and fun, but not if he didn’t actually plan to _do_ anything. Sitting around in his lap _thinking_ about the sex they could be having was only good for making her achy and grumpy. He made a soft noise of amusement as she squirmed in his lap. Sliding a finger between her wet lips again, he gave her another taste of pleasure, before returing to pet her legs and stomach. Deunan swore under her breath and made an earnest effort to free her hands, although whether it was to touch herself, or just punch him, she wasn’t sure. Leaning forward, he refused to let her go, instead inching himself under her and pulling her back against him with eye-opening results.

Deunan’s head fell forwards as she felt him slip inside her, gravity doing most of the work of pulling her down onto his shaft. She groaned and shivered at the sudden fullness, loving his slow sink into her body despite herself. He held her fast, his arm pinning her chest against his. Unable to arch backwards or lean forwards to expedite the process, she could only let it happen, wishing she could do something more. The sound of his rough breathing behind her was her only evidence that he too was fighting the urge to push her down and claim her immediately.

Not above getting a little of her own back, she clenched down on him as he sheathed himself to the limit, drawing a groan of pleasure from the man at her back. Balls deep between her legs, he slid his free hand over her body again, as if assuring himself that she was still there. For a moment the sensation of aching fullness was enough to distract her from his refusal to do anything proactive about their situation, but as the burn of penetration faded, she found herself once again at his mercy. How he could just sit there and not want to bend her over and fuck her senseless was a complete mystery. Her skin prickled with the need to feel him pumping into her properly.

“Move.” She whispered. “Move, baby. Move for god’s sake.”

“In a minute.” He spoke at last. Hand once again stroking her skin, he slowly made a circuit of one of her breasts, and then counted her ribs before dipping playfully into her belly-button. Her breath hitched in her throat as his fingers continued downwards, teasing her g-spot yet again before curiously investigating where they were joined together. “So god damned tight, girl.”

Briareos explored where her body was stretched taunt around his dick, stroking her wet center and himself by proxy. Deunan bit her lip at the dual sensation without and within. Never in a million years willing to admit that she was getting off on the slow touches as much as she ever had with flat-out-wild sex.

He rolled his hips beneath her, sliding out a fraction and back in again as his fingers ghosted over her channel. She could feel her over excited body leaking lubricant as he pulled her up again, lifting her off his dick by a matter of an inch or less, before leisurely settling back into her. Briareos’ fingers slid through the resulting wetness, gathering it up to rub along her over sensitized pussy. Unable to help herself, she bucked uselessly against him. With no leverage against the mattress to be had thanks to the way he had posed her, she accomplished nothing save to shift him a little within her. Hardly enough to take the edge off her increasing desperation, it only made her need that much worse. She cursed him as she struggled with her hands again, unable to get free, or get satisfaction as she wanted.

Briareos gave up teasing her box in favor of sliding his hand up her body, over her other breast, along her neck, cupping her cheek. Her cyborg pressed her head back against his chest, petting her jaw and throat as he rocked into her again. The tiny motions making her tremble with desire.

She could hear his heartbeat, she realized dizzily. Deunan caught herself giving into his thoughtful pace and forced herself to stir, to do something, even if the effort was futile. The game was no fun if it ended too quickly. Turning her head into his grip, she caught one of her fingers between her lips. He gasped as she encased it in her mouth, sliding her tongue provocatively over and around the tip while squeezing his cock with her inner muscles, shifting him within her in tiny but satisfying ways.

“Damned succubus.” He named her with a sigh, leaning forwards, settling himself firmly between her legs. With the new angle, Deunan found she could rock her hips more, and did her best to try and make him shift for himself. Having his heavy tool nestled inside her was good, but she yearned for the friction of his thrusting. Her entire body hovered at the brink of satiety. If only he would just let her move, she could get _herself_ off in a stroke or two.

“There is nothing in the world like being with you, girl.” He breathed as he surrendered to her plea at last. Arms tightening around her, he pulled her slowly up and off of him before letting her slide back down. Repeating his stroke as soon as he was in place. Deunan shook her head, unable to find words to either echo or deny his sentiments as she felt herself filled and filled again. She couldn’t have coordinated her body with his even had she been able to. Suddenly awash in stimulation, her pussy throbbed and clenched around him, frantic for whatever he would give. Her voice cracked as she moaned, forgetting that she was supposed to be goading him, or trying to escape, or doing anything other than just laying like a rag doll against his chest and experiencing the mother of all climaxes.

“Bri…” She hissed as he retreated and thrust inside her. “Jesus, Bri, the things I let you talk me into.”

“Witch.” He whispered back, picking up his pace by a fraction, giving her a measure of the depth and force she craved. Deunan leaned forwards against the unrelenting strength of his arms, pushing against him anyway she could, finding the struggle itself to be enough to lift her over the edge. “…That’s usually my line…”

Twisting against his chest, she moaned and came. Pleasure made everything come into sharp focus for a moment. Sweat gave her at last the advantage she’d been seeking. Without honestly intending to, she pulled a hand free as his grip slipped against her skin. He was too distracted to notice, attention entirely caught by the heat between their bodies. Deunan moaned as her body surged again, a last lingering wave of lust breaking over her as her channel tried to cope with the idea that he was still going strong. Blindly feeling along his other arm, she covered the hand he had wrapped around her hip. Holding him even as he held her, she squeezed his fingers as she road his shaft to completion.

Briareos sighed and curled forwards as she sagged in the aftermath of her orgasm, somehow continuing to rock within her even as he guided them sideways onto the mattress. Spooned against his chest, Deunan lay bonelessly for a while, enjoying his arms around her, and the increasingly urgent thrusts he filled her with. Being taken from behind wasn’t a bad at all, she thought woozily as she tried to decide whether she had won or lost their bet. One hand was free, but he still had the other firmly in his grip. It was a tie, she figured. The house would take all. Or maybe they’d each get half of their prize? She couldn’t see him complaining if she omitted the uniform and just wore the garters. But how was he to give her only half a morning-make-out session? It was problematic at best.

Briareos squeezed her tighter as he fought to hold off his finish. Still determined to go slow until the end, he surged within her in a steady rhythm, slipping easily in and out with the wetness of her own recent climax to assist him. She turned her face to press her cheek against his chest, letting him know she hadn’t forgotten about him. Suddenly sleepy, she rocked gently in response to his thrusts, amazed to find him able to regain control despite having nearly lost himself to her. Feeling his hand slip from her hip to her sated box she forced herself to give him her full attention. Far from finishing, he seemed like he was settling in for a serious fuck. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She laughed in tired delight.

He worked his fingers between her legs, gently stroking her aching clit in time with his sliding thrusts. Deunan arched against him, amazed to find she was still able to respond to the intimate caress. Sore and swollen feeling, her body surged at the unexpected stimulation. It was impossible to keep quiet with the pain tipped pleasure shooting through her in waves. She grabbed a hold of his wrist as he massaged her pussy, grounding herself on the reality of him both tunneling deep inside and also teasing her g-spot with knowing touches. With his intention readily apparent, she could only hang on, sobbing with how good it was. His body moved against hers for a minute as she lay stunned at his resilience. “Deunan.” He called to her, breathless. “Deunan. I-”

“Oh god.” She felt lust catch hold of her again, body slowly realizing that there was still potential to be had in his increasingly forceful pushes within her. Thick and long and seemingly limitless, he filled her with steady strokes, mining her deep before pulling out to the tip. Slow, but unbelievably strong, his surges kept her off balance, dangling over the edge of something primal and dark.

Pulling both hands free of him she turned her face into the sheets, clinging to the cotton and pushing back against him, her body rocking with his motion. He merely curled around her further, matching her new angle to continue his stroke. Time lost all meaning as she met his long thrusts, half spooned against him, one hand still caught in his. His fingers slid lightly over her clit with every gentle collision of their hips, driving into her sore pussy and making it sing with arousal despite of her recent climax. She let herself drift; savoring the aching sweetness of his touch even as she wondered how much more she could bear.

Briareos still he refused to give in and grind her. Too focused on his stroke to even call out to her again, he kept to his deliberate pace, sheathing himself within her with every slow breath he took. Deunan felt the heat steadily building between her legs and gripped the sheets tighter, wondering if he would keep going even if she lost it again. Could he? She had no idea, but she didn’t think she could take him again if he was determined to continue. Slow he might be, but they were well and far from easy. He was plowing her as deeply as he’d ever done, and god but it was satisfying. She didn’t have high hopes of being able to walk without being bowlegged for a few hours, but at least he’d leave her in no doubt that he still found her sexy despite her gaunt looks.

Her second orgasm was not so much a burst of pleasure as a sudden and utterly physical lurch of warm relief. Feeling almost as if a dislocated joint had snapped back into place Deunan arched and gasped against the bed, pussy trembling as it sought to hold tightly to the source of its satisfaction. Bri gasped and came to match her, driven beyond endurance by the sensation of being milked a second time. Spilling in a hot torrent within her tired channel, he thrust weakly as his stamina waned.

Content to just lay still and breathe, Deunan stared at the angle of the sun as it spilled in through the window. Barely two, she guessed. Looking down at Bri’s arm as it draped over her, she found he was still wearing his watch. Dragging his limp hand closer to her, she inspected the face, and found her suspicion confirmed. For all it had felt like he’d been thrusting inside her for hours, they had barely lasted longer than usual. She giggled to herself as she curled around his arm, cuddling it close, capturing _him_. So much for slow and relaxing! She laughed again, kissing his fingers as she waited for him to catch is breath.

Briareos eventually stirred and sighed, fingers shifting in her grip as he shook off his dazed inertia. He slipped out of her and shifted against the bed with a soft curse, shuffling down the mattress until he could nuzzle her hair. Deunan kissed his fingers again, rolling back a little to rest against him.

“What happened to taking it easy?” She teased him softly.

Her partner sighed in defeat, sounding utterly exhausted. “_You_ happened, idiot.” The hand she was cuddling reached up to tweak her nose playfully as he wrapped the other closer around her waist. “Damned succubus. Did I-”

“I’m fine.” She turned her head to rub her cheek against his nose. “You can do that to me again anytime, handsome.”

“I guess I lost our bet.” He mused as he let her rest her head against his trapped hand. Deunan kissed his knuckles in response. “Pity.”

Briareos pressed his flat nose into her hair again, seeming to enjoy the texture against his face. “I was kinda looking forward to you in that outfit.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Deunan chuckled at the thought of him moping at the loss of her in a ludicrously short nurse-uniform and garters.

His kinks were hopelessly tame, really. But dressing up was fun, and if it made him happy? Hell yes she’d do it again. The odds of finding a nurse uniform, much less a ‘naughty’ nurse uniform out in the middle of nowhere was pretty slim, but stranger things had been known to happen. She’d keep an eye out. Who knew when fate would kick something her way?

Briareos kissed her shoulder. “Think you can sleep now?”

“And how.” She snuggled backwards into his arms. “Keep me company a while?”

“That was the idea, yeah.” He relaxed against the tangled bedding.

Despite her intention to sleep, she found herself listening to his breathing again, wondering at how it had come to be that she still was head over heels for her stiff-necked boyfriend after everything that had happened to them. What were the odds? Was it destiny that she was crazy about him? Or just blind luck that made him so terribly perfect for her. Did he realize how much she needed him? Had she told him lately? She couldn’t remember.

The ‘L’ word might be off limits, but that didn’t mean he didn’t need the occasional reminder that she was in this for the long haul. Deunan bit her lip, mustering her courage. “Bri?”

A soft snore was her only answer. Loveable or not, he was utterly oblivious. To be fair, he’d worked pretty hard to please her just minutes before. She sighed in amusement at his ability to dodge a serious conversation with her yet again. It didn’t bother her. She’d corner him next time.

-Fin-