Marisa POV
A large hand slid up under my t-shirt and gripped my shoulder, hard. My teeth gnashed against his and I let out a breathy sigh every opportunity for air. For the last few weeks York had been escorting me from quarters to lab to lunch and back to lab again. If I finished up work on schedule, which was almost never, he'd walk me back to my quarters and we'd do what we were currently doing, engaging in fruitless foreplay. Because without fault, every. single. time. he and I had tried to start something, Wash would bang on the metal door separating us from the corridor, signalling the end of York's guard shift.
Just figures that 600 year into the future and the only person I've had inside me was some guy called Captain Moore, and not my super soldier boyfriend. I hooked a leg around his waist and moved my mouth away from his. I opted instead to drag my teeth down his throat from his jaw and he let out a goran.
Frantically, I fumbled with the buttons on his cargo pants and his insufferable fly. His hands did the same, albeit a little more skillfully, and my panties and pants were yanked down to my thighs. His fingers stuffed themselves inside my mouth and I sucked on them, running my tongue over his digits to get them soppy and wet. He pulled them out with a pop and a string of saliva extended with them, snapping and dropped down on my chin.
His lips made contact with the spot on my chin the spit had hit and he kissed it softly, all the while his slick fingers made their way beneath my folds. I shuddered beneath him. We'd gotten this far at least, before, and I knew about his expert hands. And by now, he knew me and all the spots to make me disturb the neighbours. I gripped him hard through his boxer briefs and he groaned, I stroked him while he stroked me and eventually he decided enough was enough and tugged his pants down his hips. Hooking my other leg around his waist he flipped us desperately so I could sit on his lap.
Unfortunately in the desperation I hit the metal wall with a clank and my head made contact with the hard surface. I was reeling, I stared forward and visions of a blurry face hit my thoughts. I turned to the side and I spotted a blue rectangle on top of brown. Looking back down the silhouette was still there but fading until nothing remained but darkness.
''Hey, are you okay?'' York said underneath me. Still in shock, I replied.
''Yeah,'' I said noncommittally. I put a hand up to my mouth as what had just happened processed. I saw him. I saw York. Not well, but I saw him. And my room.
''Are you sure?'' he asked and I felt tears prick at my eyes. I saw him. I let them fall freely and I let out a gasping sob. I saw him. Immediately he was sitting up and his arms were wrapped around me.
''I'm okay,'' I sobbed.
''I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. Are you hurt? Baby, tell me where it hurts,'' he said frantically. He cupped my head in his large hands and I could feel him inspecting me, even though I could no longer see.
''No,'' I told him. ''I saw you.''
''I'm sorry?'' he said, as if he hadn't heard me right.
''I saw you,'' I repeated, moving to explain. ''I could see for a second…''
''What?'' he asked, sounding surprised but mostly confused. I turned my head back over to where I'd looked when I could see and still there was nothing. I was in darkness again.
''Do you have brown hair? A light tan? You're wearing a yellow t-shirt and there's a blue poster on the wall over there, right? I couldn't tell what was on it, everything was blurry, I'm just getting shapse, but I saw, didn't I? I could see, for just a second.''
''Uh..yeah. How… you hit your head and you could see?''
''You realise what this means, right?'' I asked, excitedly. A million ideas a minute were rushing through my head. I could fix this. If I was right, and I usually am, I knew how I could fix this already.
''No,'' he said bluntly, answering honestly. I wanted to laugh.
''We've been trying to fix the wrong part of my brain,'' I explained. ''It wasn't the swelling that caused the blindness. It's damage to the optical nerve. It's like the video cable is partially severed and by stimming the lobe in the back of my head we weren't repairing something that was broken we were flooding it with power. By giving it extra juice we were forcing the optical nerve to be able to produce something, which was why I could see shapes, some greyness, but because of the damage it couldn't deliver anything substantial. And you know what, I already know how to fix it. We just have to reposition and repair that nerve. How? Well I happen to know someone's been developing something just for that. Your genius girlfriend.''
''My humble girlfriend,'' he teased and kissed me deeply. I gripped his yellow t-shirt and pulled him closer. This was amazing. I yanked his shirt up over his head and tossed it on the floor. He pulled my shirt up over my breasts and his mouth made contact instantly. I whined and reached for his hard member, lifting my hips to line myself up with him. I lowered myself, tip pushing through the folds. I was almost about to sink down onto him for the first time when the sound of Wash's armoured fist hammered on the metal door.
''Hey York, you gotta get out here,'' he called and York growled beneath me.
''Really?'' he huffed and I chuckled.
''It's not shift change, it's something else,'' Wash called. ''So you'd better put that dick away and stop molesting our lead scientist.''
I snickered and lifted up and back off his dick. Pulling my panties back up my legs and fastening my cargo pants, I could hear York doing the same, grumbling all the while. I climbed off him fully and swung my legs off the side of the bed, heading over to the door. I heard York's heavier footsteps on the floor, no doubt moving to pick up his haphazardly thrown shirt.
''You guys got dressed quicker than I expected,'' Wash commented and I chuckled.
''We didn't get very far,'' I told him and he hummed in understanding.
''Not that you ever let us,'' York huffed and I giggled. ''Can I just sleep with my girlfriend, at least once, is that too much to ask?''
''You two haven't..you know..yet?'' Wash scoffed.
''HOW CAN WE?!'' York yelled and I laughed a full bellied laugh. While it was annoying, we never seemed to have enough time, I kind of wanted to be back in the lab, if I was allowed to with this new development with the Director and whatever he wanted York for.
''What's the Director want?'' I asked, arms folding over my chest.
''How'd you know it was him?'' Wash asked and I smiled, shaking my head.
''I didn't,'' I told him. ''But it's usually him putting a kink in my plans.''
''He actually wants you too, he needs all important personnel and the leaderboard. York, if you need to suit up, I can take Marisa in,'' Wash explained.
''Are we being invaded again?'' I huffed, feeling at my still healing arm. While we'd come leaps and bounds at speeding up the process of healing skin since my century, wounds still left scars. And my arm was littered in them. Those bastards.
''No,'' Wash replied. ''No this concerns the rescheduled resupply. We changed direction and headed for a different, lesser known port to dock in. It's on the outer reaches of the galaxy, and there's even a kid's department for you Marisa.''
''Oooh, burn,'' I said. ''I wonder if they'll let me get light up sneakers.''
''What good are light up sneakers to you, you're blind,'' Wash asked and I waggled a finger out in front of us.
''Ahh, but not for long my friend,'' I said.
''What do you mean?'' Wash asked, sounding just as surprised as York had moments ago.
''Marisa figured out to cure herself,'' York explained nonchalantly. ''You know, while we were fooling around.''
''Not very good was it?'' Wash joked and I burst out laughing.
''I meant because she's so smart!'' He protested and I could hear him violently flailing around behind me.
''You should bring this up with the Director while we're in the meeting, the rest of the team will be thrilled,'' Wash said.
''And no doubt I'll be scheduled for ANOTHER surgery,'' I huffed. I turned towards where I heard York and reached out for him. He stepped forward into my grasp and I stood on my tiptoes with my lips puckered. He ducked down and my lips made contact with his in a quick peck before he pulled back. ''Anyway, I'll see you soon darling.''
''Try not to miss me too much,'' he chuckled. ''You better take care of her, Wash,'' he warned and then I heard his footsteps retreating. I reached out for Wash and he put his arm within reach. I closed my grasp around one of the armour plates on his forearm and he guided me down the corridors towards the same room we'd gathered in when I'd been secured in the Vault.
He led me past what sounded like North and Carolina and over to the familiar voices of a couple of the medical staff I knew and the Counsellor. I couldn't decide where I wanted to be from there, on one had, the good Scottish doctor was there, but so too was that dick from when I first woke up. On the other hand, I was still very uncomfortable around Pierce. I heard the Director clear his throat and scurried over closer. I might not have liked him very much, but he gave off a less unsettling vibe than Pierce.
''Dr Holtz,'' the Director greeted. ''Good to see you again. I trust you have found the time in your lab fruitful. Perhaps you have reconsidered your decision to reject implantation?''
''What?'' I heard an unfamiliar voice exclaim. ''She got to jump the implantation cue and she's turned it down? You entitled..''
''That's enough, South Dakota,'' the Director scolded. ''While I'm sure you're aware no one was addressing you, I think in future, you'll find it's best not to jump in on issues you know nothing about.''
''I actually figured out how to fix my vision issues,'' I reported, ignoring North's sister.
''See, she doesn't even need to be implanted anymore,'' South continued. ''All the more reason to give that AI to someone who could put it to good use.''
''I don't want to go with her,'' Chi butted in. ''M and I are friends, isn't that right?''
''Friends? You aren't capable of friendship, you're a fragment AI used as a tool,'' South told him and I was overcome with a sense of fury.
''South was it? Your reputation precedes you,'' I said, turning towards her. ''The Director put it best when he advised you to wait for more information before diving in headfirst to things you're too narrow minded to understand. Chi is my companion and lab assistant, and my friend so be sure I'm not just going to stand here and let you shove your views down his throat, virtual or not. And secondly, I didn't veto the idea of implantation completely, we're negotiating the transfer of intellectual property, something I understand you have very little of. Now if you're quite done mouthing off, the grown ups have their own conversation to get back to.''
''Well put, Dr Holtz,'' the Director said smugly, sounding rather amused at the whole situation. ''Now, tell me more about this fix to your visibility issues.''
''I hit my head earlier and briefly, I was able to see,'' I explained. ''Which means, the current theory that the swelling after the fall was causing the blindness proved false. Which was why the implant I designed to stimulate the occipital lobe didn't work.''
''So where is the damage?'' he asked.
''The optical nerve,'' I replied. ''I think it's either collapsed or partially severed, therefor, while the implant worked on the other wounded patient, and should have been a success with me, it wasn't. All we did by using it when the optical nerve was damaged, was over stimulate the area.''
''How so?'' Pierce asked.
''How familiar are you with electricity, Mr Pierce?'' I asked.
''I wouldn't say I understand it to the degree an engineer or electrician does,'' he replied and I nodded.
''When electricity runs through something it always seeks the ground. When lightning strikes it always seeks the easiest or fastest path to the ground. When we ground an electrical device we make it safer. Most electrical installations have something called earth leakage, sometimes it's intentional, other times it's unintentional. Unintentionally, the electricity leaks out of the circuit towards the ground or into other components and causes all kinds of issues. Because of this fault, the components can't get enough power and start overloading or start seeking more power. The brain and human body run on electrical impulses, all we are is electrical impulses acting in a certain way. Now, with the severed or damaged optic nerve, when we flooded the lobe with extra juice, some of it reached my eyes and my brain was able to get shapes, outlines and very blurry greyness, not only did we amp it up too far, which is what caused the nausea, we also created something similar to earth leakage. While that's unimportant right now, we wouldn't have the issue at all, if we simply corrected the path from the eye to the occipital lobe.''
''And how, Dr Holtz, do you expect we do this?'' the dickish doctor said. ''Because thus far all you have is a new theory.''
''On the contrary,'' I replied, a little smugly. ''I propose we use the bio-infused micromesh I've been developing for the injured larynx patient to correct the flow and direction of the nerve. Similar to a damaged or severed electrical cable, we use the mesh like tape to hold it in the right position until it heals and works as normal. The benefit of the mesh is that the tissue infusion will help it fuse to the nerve with little chance of rejection, and once it the nerve has healed in the correct position, it doesn't need to be removed and will permanently strengthen the affected area. And you didn't seem so bothered about it simply being a theory when you cut open the back of my skull and implanted the last device I invented with no prior testing completed. Or are you simply bothered that you failed to notice the problem when you were the doctor working my case in the first place?''
''You're out of line, Dr Holtz,'' he spat, voice raised.
''Is she, Doctor Miller?'' Chimed the Scottish doctor. ''Because I seem to remember on her chart, you deemed tests to the optical nerve unnecessary. Imagine how much quicker sight would have been returned to the patient had you explored other avenues.''
''Yeah,'' I agreed, blowing a raspberry.
''Very well,'' the Director cut in. ''I believe Chi can handle sending the plans to Doctor Wilson's team and once you're both satisfied with the tests, schedule a surgery. Doctor Wilson, will AI implantation be possible at the same time?''
''Barring no complications with the mesh implantation, I see no issue,'' the Scottish doctor replied. ''But I believe there was the discussion of intellectual property.''
''That's no longer an issue, Doctor Wilson,'' the Director replied. ''I agree to your terms, Doctor Holtz.''
''Excellent,'' I smiled, clapping my hands together. ''And provided Doctor Miller has nothing to do with the surgery, I'll happily submit myself for surgery as soon as we've completed the necessary testing.''
''Which I'm hoping will be sooner rather than later, Doctor Holtz,'' the Director told me. ''We are a few weeks from reaching our next space port where we will dock for resupply and necessary repairs. There will also be intake for more staff to fill the positions we lost during the recent attack, numbers which were significantly reduced due to your valiant efforts. Now, Doctor Williams, Holtz, as we will be docked for at least six weeks, would this be enough time for Marisa's recovery from the surgery to allow her to accompany some officers on shore leave? By this time Holtz will have earned some significant vacation time which I imagine might be best put to use exploring her new surroundings.''
''Well yeah, actually, it'll be nice to see some space while I'm seeing all this space,'' I replied. ''If we got started within the next couple of days, the entry wounds should be closed enough by then to avoid infection. We'd just need concern ourselves with overexertion.''
''I'm inclined to agree,'' Doctor Williams agreed. ''Due to the shear amount of recent surgeries Doctor Holtz had endured, plus the scheduled AI implantation which has been known to be quite taxiing mentally, she will need to take things easy, but I can't see why she shouldn't be able to spend some time off ship.''
''Very well, I'll leave you two ladies to it and concern myself with coordinating my senior Freelancers, which, as earlier demonstrated, proves more difficult than it should be,'' the Director told us with a rather pointed jab at South. I'd not met her up until this point, and I was suddenly very glad. I wondered if North would be mad I practically bit his sister's head off. I really liked having him as a friend and it would be rather unfortunate if that friendship ended over someone like South.
Later, as the shifts had officially changed, it was Wash who escorted me back to my quarters. He stood guard outside, as he had for the past several weeks since my release from my hospital room, leaving me once again, alone with my hand and thoughts of York. Which was probably a good thing.
While I trusted York implicitly, I hadn't really wanted to discuss further what had happened with those soldiers. And I hadn't had anyone else inside of me since, or prior to in this century. And those who had been all that time ago, hadn't been much to write home about. So when we finally did connect we had to battle potential trauma responses we wouldn't know I have until actually doing the do, we may also encounter physical barriers.
We knew York dwarfed me in height, as I was short before all this Spartan nonsense and all the natural height progression over the centuries due to unintentional selective breeding. And there were other parts of him that were also much larger, for example his hands and his head. Though I'd felt him, I'd almost held him within me, I didn't know if his size within his trousers would make things difficult. We'd never tried it. And, so long as we went slow and there was enough foreplay, it might never be an issue. But comparatively speaking, in terms of the other men I'd been with, it was certainly a weight on my mind.
In one of his sweatshirts he'd leant me when I complained the labs were cold, and a pair of panties, I lay sprawled out on the comically too large bunk. It was like a 3 year old sleeping on a king single. While spacious, for the intended user, it wasn't actually that large. But as I was about two foot shorter than average, and significantly less built, I was also dwarfed by my own bed.
I breathed in a deep sigh, the sweater still smelled of him and it brought me back to the thoughts I'd been having when I suggested York and I leave the lab early. Howgood it had felt every night since I'd been discharged from the hospital to have York's mouth on my breasts, his hands running all over my naked flesh. What it had felt like having various parts of his anatomy pressed into the apex of my thighs. What I wanted to believe having him pushing into me would feel like.
I let out a quiet whine and decided to do something about just exactly how I felt. Hopefully York wouldn't mind I finished something without him. I gently walked my fingers down my torso, I playfully danced them across my body, never quite putting them where I wanted them most. I shifted so his sweatshirt exposed some of my belly and I slid my other hand up under the fabric completely. I cupped my breast the way he always did, only with much smaller hands. Pinching the nipple I sighed softly, hoping I wasn't being too louch with Wash outside the door.
I slipped my fingers under my pantyline and down between my folds, already slick from our earlier activities and my trip down imagination alley. I was about to start circling my clit when I remembered about the minor in the room. I rolled my eyes, he really was just an AI, I shouldn't need to worry about him, but I did.
''Chi, power off until morning,'' I told him.
''Huh?'' he replied. ''You normally let me stay up while you sleep, what gives?''
''I think we both need a bit of a break, go on, power down.''
''Fine,'' he huffed and I silently thanked God.
Now, where was I?