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[worm_dancer]

Location: Station Sector 3
Who: Sheeana, OPEN
What: Sheeana meditates on her new responsibilities and wonders if she's a bit of a worrywart
Warning(s): wordiness

She stepped down from the crumbling plasteel blocks into the orange sand. After the built up optimized environments they'd all recently come from (crystal towers, togas, etiquette, all the things a desert creature sneered at), it was a relief to feel it under her feet. Small plumes of sand sprouted from all over the basin and tiny sandworms (no more than fifteen feet long each, yet carrying the heritage of leviathans) sprouted up before her and begged for attention like eager puppies. "Of course. I've neglected you lately, haven't I?"

So, while the rest of the crew was celebrating with Qhalavian liquor they'd just 'liberated', Sheeana danced for her worms, whirling and stomping rythmlessly until they seemed temporarily satisfied. They swayed with her too, remembered flames within frames made by little crystal needleteeth.

She sat down with them and let them climb over her. She poured out her concerns over the crew's growing overconfidence to them, not expecting an answer though she knew the man inside them could give her one if he could only speak. Ah, but would you want that, Leto?

And then she noticed someone coming through the doorway that only opened with a violent impact, blue irising open to reveal her sitting cross legged with her children/ancestor. I shouldn't be surprised. My sietch knows to find me here.

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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.

Lust was a sudden thing, uncoiling like a snake in her mind. She let it and the processors whirled, dumping a simulation of endorphins into her systemic drives. Threat? Oh yes she was a threat, as she stripped Sheeana's breath-mask from her face with barely restrained violence and spat out her own. The Major's kiss was thing of dominance and restraint, as soft and yeilding as a natural woman's, but with a steel under it that made no secret of the fact that Motoko could crush Sheeana's bones like sugar cubes if she so chose.

Her systems were flashing red and yellow at her by the end of it, so Motoko took a hand to the pull-tab and her floaters inflated, rushing the cyborg up to meet her reflection in the underside of the surface. She was only so waterproof, after all.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?