Oh, sand. Her favorite thing. Of course that was when Motoko noticed the sand-worms clustered around Sheeana and realized what her new 'favorite' was. Then there was the woman herself- one could swear she was frustrating on purpose, in fact, she probably was. Motoko didn't enjoy being reminded of how very far she'd come from what she still sometimes thought of herself as: human.
Those were her choices? The threat in Sheeana's eyes, her grab for a weapon, engendered a twitched ghost of a smirk, and an immediate reaction. Motoko stood, suddenly no longer all but prone on the water's floor, instead standing, using her weight as leverage for speed in motion. She could not swim without adjusting the displacers, but she could balance on the bottom like a dancer, one hand darting to seize Sheeana and drag her lower
( ... )
So a little bit of both. Sheeana thought and water flowed in as she found herself returning the kiss. She'd learned to trust these signals her body sent her. They were guides.
So much water. Their tongues mingled in it. I've entered her realm. She thought, Fremen instincts telling her it was mana from heaven, Other Memory screaming at her to break it off, and her own body wanting more.
She followed, up and up (the bends were no problem to her, quickly regulated) and broke to air, gulping it and floating.
With death imminent, the water was no longer clarity and freedom, but instead the hand of time pressing from every angle. The warnings grew ever more shrill as the reflection, the other-Motoko in the rippled mirror the water/air barrier made came closer. She was looking down even as the Major looked up, and the feeling of layers pressing back into place was almost palpable.
Sometimes, I imagine I'm becoming a different person. It's probably the decompression.
Who had said that? Oh, yes...it was her. Motoko blinked, and found herself bobbing like a cork with he hair still in the water and her control systems markedly unhappy with the hydraulic pressure-readings that had fluctuated with the depth. She ignored them and pulled herself out of the water, streaming puddles everywhere, and looked to Sheeana.
Sheeana had one advantage here: A faster recovery time. Hers were all organic processes, though her control over them was more like Motoko's than either of them wanted to admit. She was over the plasteel lip first, grinning. She would've helped her up, but there was no way she could lift even a fraction of her weight so it would have been a futile gesture.
Speaking of organic processes, that kiss had started another one. She'd felt heat glow in her stomach for a second there and she wanted to feel that again. Grinning, she answered the challenge of another kiss.
The Major let her, pressing back in return with practiced ease, and her lips were not cold, though the water wicked away her heat as quickly as it could. So, this is what it would be? Somehow she'd expected something different from the Bene Gesserit, infamous as they were for this kind of nonsense.
Then again, Sheeana was said to be different in that respect as well, wasn't she?
So much for sightseeing.
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So much water. Their tongues mingled in it. I've entered her realm. She thought, Fremen instincts telling her it was mana from heaven, Other Memory screaming at her to break it off, and her own body wanting more.
She followed, up and up (the bends were no problem to her, quickly regulated) and broke to air, gulping it and floating.
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Sometimes, I imagine I'm becoming a different person. It's probably the decompression.
Who had said that? Oh, yes...it was her. Motoko blinked, and found herself bobbing like a cork with he hair still in the water and her control systems markedly unhappy with the hydraulic pressure-readings that had fluctuated with the depth. She ignored them and pulled herself out of the water, streaming puddles everywhere, and looked to Sheeana.
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Speaking of organic processes, that kiss had started another one. She'd felt heat glow in her stomach for a second there and she wanted to feel that again. Grinning, she answered the challenge of another kiss.
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Then again, Sheeana was said to be different in that respect as well, wasn't she?
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