Solitary Seventeen

Solitary Seventeen part5
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Manga-verse Appleseed fiction (Pre-Briareos cyberization, LAPD era)
All characters are property of Masamune Shirow. This is a fan work written purely for the fun of it! Go buy the manga!


Waking up in the middle of the night Deunan stared in confusion at the unexpected orientation of desk and window. Memory came back to her after a minute of consideration. How she had come be in Briareos’ room, his ready heat still apparent against her back, made her smile. It didn’t stop her sudden and unavoidable need to pee however. Rolling her shoulders, she slowly worked up to getting out of bed. The room had a distinctly pre-dawn chill about it. Not that the policeman would notice or care, he was seldom cold enough to close the window, even in California’s rare winters. As if thinking of him had woken him up, the body behind her shifted slightly. Briareos’ hand settled lightly on her shoulder, before stroking the length of her arm and waist.

“What’s wrong?” He murmured, concerned.

“Nothing. Go back to sleep.” She laughed softly at herself as she rolled off the bed and stumbled to the bathroom.

Deunan took the liberty of stretching mightily on her way back to the bed, making pretend that she could reach the ceiling if only she tried hard enough. She could feel Bri’s eyes follow her as she paused at the window, discreetly looking outside from the shadows beside it on the off chance that some night owl might get an eyeful by looking up at her. The campus was ‘lights out’, except for the main building and circular drive. Dispatch operators and officers worked shifts around the clock. It was far enough away that the occasional sparkle of police lights on the cruisers didn’t bother anyone in the dorms.

The draft goaded her into returning to bed more than any particular urge for sleep. She folded her arms across her chest and chafed her skin for warmth, mentally cursing her boyfriend for his lizard like tolerance for LA’s temperature variations. He made it up to her by reaching out to guide her back onto the mattress, curling an arm around her back as she draped herself across his chest.

“Anything exciting?” Briareos drawled softly.

“All quiet.” She grinned, resting her cheek against his ribs as she studied his face for signs of exhaustion. “Sorry I woke you.”

“I was up.” He shrugged. “Jetlag, remember?”

Deunan winced, feeling bad on his behalf. “You want me to leave so you can putter around? Must be boring as hell, watching me sleep.”

“Nah.” Bri traced the side of her face with a thoughtful finger. “You’re lovely. Makes a nice change from the usual ugly-mugs I’ve been spending my days with lately. You’ve grown a bit I think, since I left.”

“You haven’t been gone _that_ long.” She disagreed, pleased beyond measure by the rare compliment. His hand tangled in her hair as she lounged against him. “You really think I’m lovely?”

“When you’re asleep? Sure.” He deliberately mitigated his earlier sweetness. “Not _now_ of course, preening hellcat.”

“Bastard.” Deunan kissed the bit of skin she was resting against, knowing better than to take his dismissive comments seriously. Briareos could never say something really nice without getting defensive about it when challenged. “And here I was going to tell you how sexy you looked, sprawled here in bed; and how much I was considering jumping your bones again as a ‘nooner’ out of pity for your poor, jetlagged body.”

“Oh really?” The fingers rubbing her scalp paused, his interest piqued. “A nooner at two a.m.?”

“It’s noon somewhere.” She shrugged against him with an unrepentant grin, borrowing the classic drinker’s motto.

“Indeed it is.” He mused softly before shaking his head. “You ought to be sleeping.”

“I can sleep-in tomorrow.” Deunan pointed out shifting herself so that she could drape an arm across his chest as she lay on him, both hands slowly petting his warm skin. “Unless your paperwork demands a 5am wakeup call…”

“I was planning to drop it off before you got up anyway.” He caught one of her hands in his own as she ran a finger along his breastbone. Deunan liked the way they contrasted, her hand looked absurdly small and pale against his capable fingers. She was stronger than she looked however, and despite his obvious strength, he was always surprisingly gentle.

She shrugged, seeing the matter as solved. “There you go then. You can drop off papers while I sleep off our outrageous sex, then come back and nap until I wake up and we can start all over again.”

“I was hoping to take you out somewhere for your birthday.” He laughed softly. “Not spend the whole day screwing you senseless.”

“Booo.” She grinned, untangling her fingers from his to reach out and poke his nose. “I say we order from the Thai delivery place at the strip mall and hide in here until Monday morning.”

That got a bigger laugh from her boyfriend, but he didn’t seem sold on the idea. “Mario’s Pizza?” She tried a different food choice. “Star of India?”

“Nope. We’re definitely getting off campus for the day.” He shook his head.

“Sushi.” She relented, not her favorite choice, but she knew he liked it. “A stack of bento boxes from Morimoto Express…”

“Deunan.” Briareos scolded gently. “If we stay on this crap mattress all day, we’ll both end up needing a chiropractor by the end of the weekend. Besides, I’d like to think I spend time with you for more than just the sex.”

“The _outrageous_ sex.” She corrected happily. “But if you insist we conduct ourselves like mature upstanding adults for a few hours, I suppose I can consent. Where do you want to go? Down the coast?”

“I’m thinking hill-country.” He slid his fingers deftly along her skin, feeling the raised goose bumps from where she was chilled. Huffing with amusement, he shifted until he could reach for the sheets again, pulling them over her shoulders. “Some place green. I’ve seen enough sand for one year.”

“Hmph.” Deunan stuck her tongue out at him even as she cuddled closer, pinned against him by the layer of welcome fabric. “And here I wanted to show off my new bikini to you.”

“What was wrong with the old one?” He asked, feigning sadness. “I liked that one.”

“I outgrew it, dummy.” She grinned as his face reflected his doubt and then dawning comprehension. “Not a lowly A-cup anymore. Or didn’t you notice?”

“I confess I had.” He commented mildly, “But I wasn’t _sure_ so I didn’t want to say anything, inspire false hope…”

“God you are such a dick.” She elbowed him in the stomach.

“Cachuma Lake Reserve?” He suggested, defending himself from further abuse. “We could do a picnic sort of thing. Get some sandwiches. Go swimming. Hike a bit?”

Laying back against his chest she thought over the proposal while studying the ceiling, hands entwined with his. The two of them spending the day at the lake actually sounded pretty damn good. “Hauling me and a picnic on the back of your bike will be really awkward.” She found the only fault in the plan.

“I’ll borrow Peterson’s jeep.” Briareos shrugged. “Or rent us a car. Not a problem.”

“My my, aren’t _we_ mister moneybags...” She laughed lightly. “You know I love it when you waste your paycheck on me. It’s a date.”

His fingers ruffled her hair before continuing their slow strokes down her arm. “So…”

“Hm?”

“Do I get my ‘nooner’ now? Or what…”

“Bri…” Mock-punching him only led to a gentle wrestling match. She laughed breathlessly as he let her win, all his lovely muscles pinned by her hands and thighs. Relenting she let him go, enjoying the feeling of being sprawled over his chest far too much to continue their game. Leaning forward she teased his mouth with hers in feather light kisses. “Feel like giving me a ride?” She whispered against his lips, squeezing his waist with her legs as she sat astride him.

Deunan knew the answer even as he reached up to rub along her sides and thighs appreciatively. For whatever reason, he seemed to really like it when she was on top. Probably because he liked to watch, she admitted to herself with a blush.

Sitting up straight, she rested her hands against his chest, arching her back a little to give him something to look at. The stiff flesh bumping against the back of her thigh proved that he was more than ready, but she took her time inching backwards, rubbing her pelvis along his washboard stomach, enjoying the rumbles of pleasure he made as she moved.

Soon even that wasn’t enough to satisfy her itch however. Reaching behind her, she gently caught hold of his penis, tugging it playfully when he drew a quick breath in response. The urge to just give him the wildest hand-job she could think of, was tempting, but her pussy ached for a long fuck after the quickie he’d given her earlier. Not wasting any more time she guided his cock between her legs, rocking her hips to coax him to where she wanted him to be. Ever helpful, his hands held her steady as she wriggled and sank onto his shaft, keeping her from falling off or over as she was distracted. Panting, she slowly sat on his groin, body tingling as he filled her. Shifting her legs so she could get better leverage against the mattress, she braced her hands against his chest, and pushed herself off his hips a few inches, feeling his thick meat slipping out of her, already slick with her excitement. Leaning backwards, she slid down his shaft again, re-sheathing him in her body with a playful bounce.

Briareos’ hands closed firmly around her hips, guiding her to repeat the maneuver, his body surging to meet her as she sank a second time. She smiled down at him, feeling strangely powerful as he stared at her with his dark eyes. Maybe it’d still be a year before she was officially able to take on the world yet with her gun and her badge. Maybe she was just another wanna-be-SWAT idiot with dreams of grandeur, more trouble for him than she was worth. But _this_ she could do right. Sex was such a simple stupid thing, and it made him happy. It made them both happy. Anyone who dared to tell her that she wasn’t mature enough for another year to appreciate this much of a good thing when she had it? They were idiots who read too much Nabokov.

Deunan pushed a little harder, setting a steady pace for them both. Her thighs burned with the effort of doing most of the work, making her almost laugh at unlikely form of exercise.

High reps, low weight? She let her head fallback, body singing with two months worth of pent up sexual frustration. It was a cardio-workout, to be sure. A pity she couldn’t count it towards her required fitness program. Somehow ‘incredibly hot sex with instructor’ just didn’t have a checkbox on the form. Then again, if it had been, she’d just end up wondering who _else_ was checking it off on their paperwork. Cold draft in the room or not, riding Bri’s cock was hot work. She could feel herself starting to sweat from the exertion, and from the ache building in her pussy. Biting her lip to suppress a moan as she slid down his shaft again, she could feel his arms tremble to match her own, excitement warring with endurance as they goaded each other towards a big finish.

Even the promise of a mind blowing orgasm wasn’t enough to convince her legs they could keep it up forever. She sank forward against his body, breaking stride to rest a minute. His hands slid up to her back, supporting her as she breathed against his skin.

“Tired?” Briareos murmured, rubbing her shoulders and arms. She shook her head, still hungry for him despite her flagging energy. Pushing herself back upright, she ground her hips down against him playfully before bending backwards to crack her spine, muscles in her lower back complaining at the unusual exertion. Her lover drew his knees up, providing her something to hang on to as she stretched her arms behind her.

“I’ll be fine in a sec.” Deunan smirked shifting slightly against him to savor the feel of being impaled on his body. He humored her with a few tiny thrusts, rolling his hips as his cock snuggled deep inside her. “Clearly we need to practice this more,” she commented as she rubbed her sore calves.

“Clearly.” He agreed softly, following her hands to make his own investigation of her tired legs. “As lovely as you are up there, do you mind if we try something a little different?”

“By all means.” She laughed, bracing against him as he shifted.

Showing off his considerable strength, he sat up in slow stages, never taking his hands off her waist until she was no longer riding on top of him, but rather caught in the valley between his chest and knees. Then he was suddenly kneeling beneath her, guiding her arms to wrap around his shoulders as his hands slid lower, supporting the weight of her thighs. The new angle was just as satisfying as the old one. She threw her head back as he picked up the thread of their lovemaking, lifting her easily to match his energetic thrusts. Deunan fought the urge to moan loudly; well aware of how thin the walls were between suites. Mouthing his shoulder to distract herself, she gripped his arms, feeling the play of muscles as he carried her up and down on his shaft. It was good. Too good to last.

She came hard and fast, choking back her cry with physical effort, pressing her face into his neck as her body shook with the strength of the sensation. Deunan rode it out clinging to his shoulders as her blood thudded in her ears, pussy throbbing in time with quick thrusts of the man still holding her.

Bri wrapped his hands around her waist, pinning her against his chest as he sought his own release. No longer worried about teasing her with the long thrusts of a moment ago, he rocked his hips quickly against hers in short jabs. Feeling the flutter of his pulse beneath her lips she smiled, knowing how close he was. Deunan somehow found the energy to push down, forcing her hips against his, milking the last of the sweet arousal from her tired body as she gave him the friction he sought. It was over in moments, his hands tightening even more as he spilled inside her, murmuring fragments of curses against her hair. Limp as a rag, she sagged fully against him as he slowly got his bearings again, releasing her waist with a reluctant sigh.

Somehow they untangled themselves enough that he could slouch against the wall, holding her in his lap as she rested against his chest. Deunan hummed with tired satisfaction, the feel of her boyfriend’s hands slowly petting her back soothing after their frantic climax. It was funny to think she was so worn out when he’d done most of the real work at the end. The memory of being picked up like a doll and repeatedly filled by his dick made her shiver with pleasure. “So that’s what the guys at the bar mean when they talk about wearing their girlfriends like gloves?” She mused against his skin, tasting the salt of his sweat.

“That…” Briareos started the sentence, and then lost track of whatever he was going to say for a second. “That was wild.”

“I think that might just qualify as ‘outrageous sex’,” Deunan agreed slowly, wiggling her ass against his fading erection. “What’s your vote?”

“I think I’m a broken man.” He laughed weakly. “Was it this good before I left? And I just can’t remember? Or have you gotten even sexier since we last did this?”

“I get sexier with every hour.” She declared matter-of-factly, “But for the record, we’ve never done it like _that_ before.” Deunan slid a hand up into his hair, ruffling the damp strands. “If we had, I’d have remembered it. As it is, I’m definitely making a mental note to do it again.” She smirked at his dazed expression. “As often as humanly possible, in fact.”

“Sex that good would kill me if we did it all the time.” He rested his head back against the painted concrete wall of the dorm. “Mere mortal that I am; I don’t think I could pull that off more than once in a while without throwing a shoulder out.”

“Pity.” She kissed his cheek, slowly regaining her energy. “I guess that just means we save it for special occasions.”

“Deunan…” He growled down at her as she continued to kiss various parts of his face.

“What, can’t I shower you with adoration?” She nuzzled his jaw. “After a performance of that caliber you deserve some sort of reward.”

He muttered something that sounded distinctly like ‘incorrigible’ as he shifted her off his lap, retreating to the bathroom to splash some water on his face and clean up. Deunan moved to join him, but found her self surprisingly uncoordinated. In the pleasure of the moment she had forgotten how much of a workout she had gotten.

“You ok?” He returned to find her sprawled limply on the sheets and laughing softly at her weakness.

She shook her head and grinned up at him, “Stop worrying so much.” This time it was her turn to pull him back onto the hopelessly disarrayed sheets, claiming the narrow space between him and the wall for her own as he fell onto the bed and draped one leg off the edge of the narrow mattress.

Waiting for him to settle into his usual napping arrangement, she considered her own options, and shimmied downwards. Giving up her usual spot against his shoulder, Deunan opted to rest her head on his chest again, deliberately draping her arm over his waist as she curled along side him. For a moment she could feel him tense up, as if trying to decide whether he’d move her or not. Deunan rubbed her cheek against his ribs as she waited for him to make up his mind. In the end he simply relaxed, hand drifting down to pet her hair again where she lay next to and on him. She dozed off with feel of his fingers stroking her spine.

*****

Deunan awoke slowly, marginally aware of the sunlight creeping across her pillow, the feel of someone playing with her hair. She rolled over, trying to avoid both at once and go back to sleep, but the fingers toying with her head only slid to her shoulder, shaking her lightly. She grumbled and forced herself to wake up, slowly realizing that she must have overslept the alarm by a good margin if the sun was bright enough to annoy her. Blinking, she found her morning magnificently improved by the sight of Briareos sitting beside her on the bed. The man looked as though he’d been up for hours, uniform shirt open to the warm morning, but other wise in perfect order. It was hard to correlate the crisp impersonal ‘sergeant’ persona he demonstrated most of the time with her wild sometime lover. Clearly all that repressed passion had to go _somewhere_. Like into her? Deunan laughed at the thought, shaking her head when he looked as though he would ask.

“What time is it?” She accepted the hand he offered, allowing him to pull her up into a sitting position. Rubbing her face with her hands and fluffing her hair, she concluded that she was sweaty and bed-headed, not to mention sore. Not her best foot forward by any stretch of the imagination. “Geh. I need a shower something awful.”

Briareos leaned over and kissed her lightly, making her feel marginally better about _how_ she’d managed to get so sweaty in the first place. “Coming up on nine-thirty. I brought you a bagel and coffee. Feel free to use my towels.”

The word coffee got her attention. Sliding out of bed, she took a gulp of the steaming mug before worrying about the rest. She turned back to him, aghast. “Nine thirty? Damn. You should have woken me sooner! I never sleep this late.” Briareos completely ignored her complaint, looking quietly horrified at her. Deunan blinked again, looking down to see what was alarming him. The nudity was no surprise, she’d been naked in bed after all, while rumpled and streaked here and there with the results of their night, it was nothing to cringe at, she thought. “What? Is there a bug on me or something?” She twisted trying to see what it was.

Only when he reached out and gently lay a hand on her side, did she really feel the bruises. Looking down she had to laugh. The pattern of the dark stain on her skin pretty much matched where his fingers hesitantly pressed against her. A matched set of marks, one on each side, told the story eloquently. It didn’t take an advanced degree to guess how it happened.

“Wow! Bri! You animal.” She looked up at him with a smirk, impressed. “Must have been this morning… weird that I didn’t feel it at the time.”

“Don’t joke about that, girl.” The dark skinned man grimaced, looking at his hands as if they were alien to him. “It’s not even remotely funny.”

“It is from my side.” She rolled her eyes, able to guess his thoughts. “It’s nothing, ok? Doesn’t bother me. You know I loved it. Don’t worry.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t go out today,” he continued to stare at the marks, perturbed.

Deunan blinked, thrown by his reaction. “It’s just some bruises, Bri.” Moving to stand in front of his mirror, she turned around and looked herself over. The markings on her waist looked fairly bad, she was obliged to concede. Anyone who didn’t know about the spectacular sex that had gone with them might have mistaken them for something a bit more sinister. She snorted already dismissing such a useless accusation. “Man, so much for wearing a two piece today at the lake.” She grumbled as she slipped into the bathroom, claiming one of his towels for her own.

“I’ll just have to wear my official training swimsuit.” Deunan leaned around the door to wink at him as the water heated up in the stall. “Your loss.”

He simply stared at her like she was mad, so she laughed again and ducked beneath the spray, using a decadent amount of his soap to lather the remains of their night away. Only when she was sure he wouldn’t come barging in to fuss some more did she relax against the side of the stall, letting the hot water gently batter her until the aches and pains faded. The only real regret she had about the whole thing was that she had to put on yesterday’s uniform again. She stepped out of the shower and twisted the towel around her chest, making an impromptu mini-dress out of it as she claimed another cloth for her hair. Day old pants were one thing, but the underwear? She didn’t have high hopes. Settling herself in his desk chair, she took another gulp of coffee and proceeded to dry herself. Briareos was still sitting like a lump, looking like someone had just gotten shot. She snapped her towel at him before draping it across the chair, pulling her pants on. That at least got a chuckle out of him.

“Commando?” He stood and retrieved her bra from where it had gotten lost behind the trashcan. Smirking, she took it back and quickly donned it and her uniform shirt in quick succession.

“You remember which way they went?” She asked archly. “I’ll wash’em in the sink if they turn up. It’s not worth wearing them, filthy as they are, just to walk across the plaza.”

“You’re just going to leave them here for one of the SWAT guys – or better yet, your father – to find by accident some day?” Briareos rolled his eyes, turning to inspect his room with critical eye for the missing bit of clothing. “That’ll go over well.”

“It’s not like he doesn’t know.” Deunan rolled her eyes.

“Knowing, and finding underwear, are two _entirely_ different things. Trust me.” The sharpshooter replied candidly, stripping his bed efficiently and dropping the soiled sheets into his laundry bag. She spotted a familiar wad of green fabric wedged against the wall as he did so.

“Aha!” Deciding he didn’t deserve more abuse, she wadded up the offending garment into her pants pocket without further teasing. The sooner she got back to her room, the sooner they could get on with their morning plans. She shook her head to get her damp hair to look a little less obvious. There was really no way around it. Anyone who saw her strolling into her dorm this morning would be able to guess why it was she was coming home late and shower fresh. She shrugged at her reflection. The heckling would be worth it. “I’m going to go get changed, blow-dry, you know.” Deunan caught her man by the jacket, pulling him low enough to kiss before abandoning him for a little while. “Downstairs in an hour?”

“Yes.” He shook his head in disbelief as she snagged her bagel and let herself out.

*****