Author's Note.

Still no sex, deal with it.

Chapter 14 – We're getting somewhere

It wasn't long into the mental battle that Deanis started using physical means to keep control. She started banging her head against the side of the jeep, shaking up her implants and the AI in her head. The startling stopped and something felt like it snapped.

Then there was no fighting. Deanis thought at first that maybe her mind had been trampled, but she felt fine. She couldn't feel Church's presence though. Something felt discomforting on one half of her skull.

"What the fuck?" Church's voice blurted from Deanis's throat, her hand moved to her head, and she wasn't the one moving it. Deanis shook her head, regaining control of her hand again.

"Uhh…"

"The Hell?" Church's voice again from her own mouth, he brought her hand up, looking at it. Deanis shook the hand, forcing it shaking down.

"Church," she spoke, "You there?"

"Yeah," He spoke, "The fucks going on?"

"You know how control seems to flip with O'Malley and Doc?"

"Huh-uh."

"Then you can figure it out."

Church shook Deanis's head like it was his own. He got up from the sand, using the jeep as a pulley.

"I'm not going to do this," Church said bluntly.

"Oh? You have a different problem now?"

"You bitch."

"Asshole."

"Any how, I think that if maybe I…"

Church's presence was once again inside her skull, no longer sharing the front of the mind with Deanis.

…There we go. She heard Church's voice in her head. Now then, mind telling me why you had a fucking freak out?

"That's none of your business," Deanis snapped to no one visible, "There's private stuff in my head."

Sure, whatever.

"Mind telling me what you were doing before? That kiss and the tickle torture? I thought you had a girlfriend."

Ex girlfriend. I can move to other girls too you know.

"What? Your chick gay or something?"

Deanis felt someone pinch her on the ass, and she yelped, swatting behind her instinctively. There wasn't anyone there.

"Fuck, take a joke man."

Take a joke? How 'bout this?

Something bit Deanis on the connection between her collar bone and her neck. She grabbed it, only feeling the armor on her hands and the armor on the neck. Her skin was object feelings of pain, and she winced. It felt like someone's teeth.

"That fucking hurts you know." The feeling disappeared.

Cut me some slack, I haven't had a girl in over a thousand years.

"So? Go bum Tex. She'd probably love it."

An invisible hand grasped Deanis's right breast, causing her to suck air sharply.

I've got eyes for you right now.

The hand started caressing her breast, and someone's lips pressed against the corner of Deanis's mouth. Another kiss landed on the bottom of her cheek, and another on her jaw bone. A second hand grasped her other breast, and Deanis stifled a squeal. She didn't like how it was, what the circumstances were.

But how long has it been since she'd been flirted or even advanced on? Simmons never could complete a sentence, her and Grif have a horrible history of bitching and fighting with each other, and she was mere friends with Donut. For two/three long years, she has suppressed sexual urges in order to attain her status and rejected any who try to make a move. After what had happened with Al- Church, she no longer had any temptation for a relationship.

A kiss landed on her neck, and the hands moved lower. Deanis shut her eyes, trying not to show any kind of feeling.

Come on. Don't do that. I know you like it.

"F-f-fuck off."

Heh. You'll see.

A mouth covered one of Deanis's nipples, massaging it with lips and tongue. Deanis let out a choked noise, leaning on the jeep. The mouth moves down, pressing kisses on her stomach and even slipping a tongue into her naval.

It stops, and what felt like two arms wrapped around her in an embrace.

You haven't done this before, have you? I mean, not like this.

"Don't you fucking dare."

You don't have to play macho bitch, you know. I am in your head, I know what you're feeling. Its fine, I don't care if you don't have experience.

He wasn't lying. Deanis hadn't had a man go so far with her, and she had wondered how it would feel to have someone with her. Someone she could call hers or some shit like that. She and her first boyfriend hadn't ever done it, and Alp-… Wasn't the time to be thinking about him while he was in her head.

I think I should make this more… accommodating.

Reality shifted around Deanis, her mind being taken from the front and put into something different.

It wasn't long before the clashing beach, sound of water and salt air changed into something else entirely.

Deanis found herself under the covers of a large bed, in what looked like an apartment bedroom. Digital and moving pictures were on the walls, various faces of people She didn't know. A lamp sat on a bedside night table, it was alight but most of the room still remained dark.

Deanis sat up, and felt the bed and the blankets. She wasn't sure where the hell she was or how she got there exactly. An even better fact, she was naked under the covers.

"Hey there," Church's voice was at the bedroom door. This was about the first time Deanis had ever seen Church in civilian clothing, sky blue shirt and cargo pants. He was smiling, a cocky kind of smirk. Deanis pulled up the covers, covering her breasts.

Church walked over and sat on the bed.

"Where am I?" Deanis asked, looking unblinking at Church.

"Where are you… Well, this is my apartment. Or it was."

"Was? What do you mean by that?"

"I…"

Church furrowed his eye brows, like he was trying to remember something. Suddenly, Deanis's vision got blurry and she went numb. She made a gagging sound, and everything snapped back into place like nothing had happened.

"Sorry," Church said, tired, "You're kinda in my mind right now, or something interval, hell I don't know. Anyway, I think I almost let you go there for a second."

"The hell just happened?"

"Ye-ah, I'm pretty sure if that happens again, it might accidentally kill you."

"That's a great thought."

Church gave a small chuckle, crawled over the bed, and planted a kiss on Deanis's cheek. She found herself blushing, unable to resist any feelings she had. Maybe she wasn't naked, her mind was and it merely appeared that she was naked. The her here was a mere manifestation. Church looked tired.

"Your body is currently laying comatose," he said, "don't worry, I'm keeping an ear out."

"So, that means that this is…"

"A crossing of our minds," Church finished. He nipped at her ear, and she twitched.

"It feels real."

"I can some that up by saying that your mind makes it real."

"Do you have any idea how cliché that sounds?"

"I can't explain the technicalities if I don't know them."

Church's mouth consumed Deanis's lips, and he pushed her back into the bed. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and licked her tongue affectionately. Deanis responded by biting it. He pulled out.

"Oww." Church's tongue hung from his mouth, giving Deanis an incredulous look.

"I didn't invite you to do that," Deanis said, smirking. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and the sheet of the bed fell of from her chest revealing Deanis's breasts.

"They aren't as big as Tex's…"

Deanis kneed him in the crotch, and Church sprawled himself on her, his head into the pillow next to hers.

"My… Bad…"

One of Church's hands slide over Deanis's skin, and grasped one of her breasts. Deanis felt the rough kind of texture of his hand, hardened from something she could discern. She stilled and Church nipped at her cheek.

"Didn't think you were that horny," Deanis said.

"A thousand years gives you a few things."

Deanis didn't even think Church could get a boner. She wasn't sure… But was it possible to go through rampancy a second time? Naw, everything goes down hill the first time, its impossible to have a second rampancy. Maybe this apart of "being a person" in AI standards, all the urges to go along with it.

Or maybe… He's acting from memory.

A flash happened before Deanis's eyes, something so fast that she couldn't see what exactly had happened nor knew what it was about. All she knew was a deep sexual pleasure, and it sure as hell wasn't hers.

"You like that?" Church spoke, he hadn't moved.

"What'd you do?"

"I sent you something," Church purred, his smirk became devious. Deanis didn't like being fucked with, so she thought of something and tried it. Immediately, Church's face went blank for a split second. He came back, coughed like there was something clogging his throat.

"Shit…" He said, "…That wasn't what I had in mind."

"Don't go fucking around then."

Church stopped and looked around, like he was looking at something in the distance.

"Fuck," He said, "Someone's calling you."

Church got off the bed, resentful of who ever had interrupted his fun. Deanis wasn't sure if she felt relieved or disappointed. Then the scene changed, and she was looking up at the sky and with the smell of salt water. She sat up in the jeep, and looked about. Church's body stood, with him inside. He wasn't particularly happy by any means, and the look he gave her suggested that they'd continue what was started later.

He grabbed pieces of his armor, donned as much as he could before sprinting off with the rest. Someone was calling Deanis, and that same someone came into the beach area. Tall, shiny and pink.

"Deanis!" Donut jogged over to the jeep, "Thank god, I thought that one blue guy had kidnapped you. You aren't hurt are you? Did anything happen? Do you need a comforting massage?"

"Donut, I'm fine," Deanis spoke almost angrily, "Is anyone else awake?"

"Yeah, Sarge and Simmons. They wanted to continue looking for Lopez."

Deanis walked over and snatched her helmet, and put it on. It seemed to work fine, though it was going to smell like ocean for awhile.

"Let's go."

No Trivia.

Easily one of my more f#$ed up chapters, and the fact that I'm not used to writing about it. Don't expect much like it in the current future, I hope. This'll probably satisify whoever was wondering if Church and Deanis were finally going to hook or something.

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Chapter 14 - We're Getting Somewhere