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firewhiskeyficTitle: Save to Archive
Author:oldtoadwoman
I am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) yes
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Airiam/everybody, Star Trek
Challenge/Prompts used:stripped bare causethat seems easiest, maybe I'll slip some others in there but i duotb it
Summary:Airjiam is reviewing this week's sexy times for memory storage
Rating/Warnings: smut? god i hope there is smut UPDATE: SMUT!!!
Word count: 2,500
Author's Notes (if any):if you've never seen Discovery, the only thing you need to know is Airiam (minor recurring character) is aan cybernetcally-augmented human who needs to review her memories once a weeke to decide what to save to archive and what to delete. Thta's canon. I don't remember much more than that so most of the details are made up anyway.
"Your text might contain writing issues - Check now" Bwahaha! No.
Airiam once overheard a crewmember explaning to another tthat she had to purge her memories once a week due to the storage limitations of her robotic breain. This was wrong with regard to multiple points, the most fundamental being that she was not a robot, nor even an android. Airiam was human, born bred and raised. 100% human before the shuttle accident (37% human these days).
And her cybernetic augments were not, as implied, inferior to her human brain (*most* of which still functioned nrmallyy as a matter of fact, the accident had damaaged no more than 18% of her brain matter which was how she still remained alive and still herself).
The flat affect and robotic efficiency whch so many people attributed to her mechanical appearance were mainly artifacts of grief. But it served her well for others to think differently. Her grief was between herself and her therapist and Stephen's memory.
In addition,, the phrase "storage limtatuions" had an implication that her cybernetically-augjmneted memmeoery was inferiror to human memory when the opposite was true. Biological memory was imperfect. A memory retrieved was a memory altered. Each human memory was only replaying the last time it was recalled, details blurring and shifting to fit a narrative and becoming increasingly muted with time. Her human brain, for example, vividly remembered the first time she met Keyla and how they had locked eyes, sparks flyikng, and immediately reached an understanding. But she had also saved that same memory to her archive and if she re-played it, it was clear that Keyla had smiled politely at everyone in the room and it took far more time for them to connect on a more personal level.
Airiam purged her memory weekly for efficiency's sake. Just as a human brain did, though not nealrly as regularly as Airiam's schedule. The difference was Airaim got to choose which memories to save or not. She forgot nothing on accident. She remembered nothing she chose not to.
Tragic away missions were replaced with professional logs and while the human part of her brain had the occasional nightmare, the specific details existed only as reports filed for her superiors to read.
Tilly once sympathized with the significant amount of time lost to the process and she did not correct her. It *felt* tedious and time-consumming. Every memory recalled *felt* like it was replaying in real-time as if she were reliving every week of her life twice, but,in reality, hours fllicked by in nanoseconds. the most time-consumming part of the process was stating the words "save to archive" or "delete".
She could currently relive the entirety of her saved archive in 17 minutes and 39 seconds -- a number that grew any time she chose to save mmore memories to the archive.
Airiam kept a detailed lst of everyone she had ever had sex with. She did not, however, save that many sexual memories (that sub-archive could be recalled in its entirety any time sh eneeded to get in the mood in only 54 seconds). Most sexual partners were noted simply with an addendum associated with their name indicating whether or not she should repeat the encounter, only rarely with a reason why. At first she had listed more details. "Selfish" and "couldn't find a clitoris with a map" versus "gives great head" and "so hot!" but she'd learned such details were superfluous and these days mainly noted a simple "no" versus "yes".
She also maintained a list of all the individuals who had ever turned her down for sex and, if not their given reasons for doing so, at least a notation on whether she should try again. (The doctor and [Broadway dude whose name I can't remember] were noted as "firm no, don't waste your time" whereas Tilly was noted with a "no, wait for her to initiate in her own time" and Jett Reno was noted with "god only knows".)
Ash Tyler was noted with "yes, yes, anytime anywhere, yes!" but also unfortunately "does not consent to archive" so she could rely only on her fallible human memory to recall the unexpected stamina and physique. So much more athletic than he looked.
As an example of the fallibility of human memory, she distinctly remembered Saru turning her down, but her archive of the encounter made it clear it was not a statement but a *question* when he asked whether it was not improper to have sexual encounters with a superior officer. She thus later tried again explaining the nuances of whether the overture came from the person of higher or lower rank and he subsequently aquiesed.
Saru was noted in her archives with "yes, he means well, bless him" but not a single complete encounter was stored to memory, only fleeting moments of the Kelpian enjoying their afterglow. Her human memory told her that he was even more fishlike and icky stripped bare, but he genuinely tried hard and seemed to take pleasure in thinking she enjoyed his attempts.
Spock was kind of a hot mess, but his technique was reliably efficient and every single encounter earned a "save to archive".
Keyla and Owo comprised the bulk of her saved memories even though the numbers suggested that, combined, they accounted for fewer than 16% of her sexual encounters. Quality over quantity, she imagined.
Like Saru, Captain Pike had initially declined her advances with a demur reference to professional roles. But, also like Saru, had been open to continuing their discussion when she made it clear she was not intimadated by his rank.
"Save to archive," she whimpered, shuddering through the aftershocks as the memory hit her harder than she expected.
Mirror-Universe Giorgeau had been as demanding and selfish as youu would expect and yet somehow still kind of hot (and not even slightly deterred by questions of approriateness). "Save to archive."
Tuesday morning had been slightly different. Captain Pike was prone to impromptu asignations. As was Tyler. But Spoke had a standing Tuesday appointment. The coicindence that was really just officers with rare free time, brought all of them to her door within minutes of each other. "As long as we're all here," she had suggested. She had suspect Spock or Pike or both to demure. (Tyler could be counted on to be a firm anything-goes-kinda-guy.) Neither had.
Airiam stripped herself naked and tossed her uniform aside while invitng Christopher inside. No longer Captain Pike once he crossed the threshold. He was Christopher. Tyler was Ash. Spock was still Spock as he had no other name. But there were no family names or ranks from here on out until itwas over.
Airiam made no attempt to flounce or prance or put on a show. She had no illusions of her beauty. It was pure luck that the 37% of her biological body that remained intact included her genitals. (There were rumors otherwise, rumors that discouraged some, but encouraged others.) Her breasts had not been as fortunately. She liked to imagine that her ass might still be kind of cute, but it was entirely surrounded by mechanical replacement parts so she didn't figure that counted for much. What she lacked in physical attractiveness, she made up for in stamina, skill, and decorum.
She had, oddly enough, established a reputation as the ship's discrete slut. Gossip flew around the ship but everyone trusted Airiam to not be among those spreading it.
So much inaccurate gossip, but one thing was true. She could, in fact, vibrate her fingers at a variety of custom settings. Airiam was popular for a reason.
Spock arched an eyebrow, but did not protest and slid over to make room for Christopher. Ash was already stroking himself while pacing the length of her quarters. She didn't ask why he did that, though she imagined it was some form of arousal-regulation.
Christopher slipped out of his uniform and joined Spock on the bed. He shot Spock a look that seemed slightly nervous and apologitic and followed it up with a literal apology. "Sorry to intrude."
Spock's eyes were firmly locked on Christopher's erection when he replied in an imkpossibly calm voice, "I believe there is an old human saying, 'The more the merrier.'"
Airiam barely had time to wonder it they planned to take turns at heterosexual congress or if things would veer more freestyle when Ash suddenly growled like wild annimal and threw himself onto the bed between his crewmates. He started humping Christophers hip like he was in rut. Christopher's eyes flew wide open but far from protesting he insteed gasped out, "Lube! We're gonna need a lot of lube if that's happening. Lube!"
Airiam retrieved the lube and made use of her vibrating feature as she applied it liberally to Christopher's anus.
"WAit, you can actually DO that?" he asked between pants,
"Indeed," Spock confirmedn as if Airiam's vibrating fingers thrusting up Christopher's rectum hadn't already proven the point. "Most pleasant, isn't it?" Ash took notice of the implication, growling again, and rolled over to focus, on Spoke, thrusting their dripping cocks together.
"I was sure the admiral was full of shit," Christopher whimpered, while shifting his pelvis to enjoy the variety of angles.
"If I could be next," Spock said, still calm and controlled, but shifting into Ash's thrusts.
Airiam had been disappointed for a fleeting moment when she realized the men were going to work out so much of their energy on each other and not just her, but as she attended to Spock with her other hand, simultaneously stretching out both of them to get ready for Ash's sizabel penis, she realized she couldn't be more aroused if she were about to get fucked herself.
Ash turned back to Christophr and started biting, not terribly gently either, at his neck which was generally a sign he wasn't going to be patient for much longer. If Airiam's fallible human memory could be trusted, Ash wouldn't be verbal again untril he had climaxed at least twice which was actually perfect.
"Ready?" she asked Christopher, almost hoping he would say no. She could not wait to watch, but she was also more than willing to occupy Ash for the immediate future.
But Chrstopher was smiling as he said replied, "Ready!"
Ash didn't need more encouragement than that and effortlessly flipped Christopher over on his stomach and mounted him in a manner that might seem rought to someone who didn't realize how much he was holding back.
For a moment, Airiam and Spoke were merely passive observers, but Spock wasn't shy about asking, "May I assist in some way?"
Christopher struggled to find his words, gasping out, "You could ... y'know ... um ... you could lick anything you felt inclined to," as he wriggled on Ash's cock.
To Airiam's delight, Spock did not hesitate before positiong himself to more easily lick at Christopher's body. Taking "anything" quite lterally, he began licking at Christopher's neck before oh so slowly working his way down to his chest and nipples and barely even getting to his cock in time to receive a mouthful as Christopher shuddered and came.
Christopher crawled free of the melee to lie spent on the far side of the bed. His ass was dripping but that was the only indication that Ash had already climaxed, his cock already fully hard. His refractory period was inhuman. He growled at Spock who obediently presented his ass, without needing to be manhandled into position. (Airiam suspect Ash might have been disappointed to not have the opportuity to show off his strrength, but he was already balls deep in the Vulcan, any possible disappontment instantly forgotten.)
Airiam was sitting on her own vibrating fingers, too turned on to feel left out, but Spock reached out regardless to her. "Airiam, if you would be so kind," he gasped out, pointing weakly at his erection. "We did, after all, have an appontmnt."
Ash always gave the impression that he was too far gone in animal lust to be unaware of his surroundings, yet he immediately shifted their position so that he could continue thrusting up Sopock's anus while giving Airiam access to mount his throbbing coppper-green penis.
"Very much appreciated. Thank you." The words were calm and collected, butSpock's voice was reduced to breathy gasps and Airiam herself whimpered.
Christopher had collected himself enough to offer an enthusiastic, "Ths s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," and a second later Spock wailed with pleasure as she shuddered with the first wave of orgasm. She lost herself to the extasy of the moment only dimly aware that Ash continued to shake the bed for several more thrusts until he too slowed his pace and finally laughed with delight.
Airiam habitiually took the role of cleaning up. It was a task others sought to avoid but she genuinely did not mind. her cybernetic augments made her less prone to exhaustion and even when fully sated, she rarely felt the need for a postcoital nap.
Sh was thus surprised when Cristopher took it upon himself to wipe everyone down with a warm washcloth and when she thought she was beyond surprise, he brought her to a bonus climax with his tongue as Spock and Ash watched and nodded their approval.
"We should do this every Tuesday," Ash said, his mental faculties finally returning to verbal mode.
"It sems as though Mr Spock has a standing appointment," Christopher pointed out. "That gives him priority and he shouldn't feel compelled to sacrifice his time."
"I have no objection!" Spock blurted out before continuing in a more measuured pace, " as long as Lt Comander Airiam is amendable to that arrangement."
How quickly they returned to formalities and rank.
"Leutenant Comander Airiam ahs no bojections at all," she said.
They showered and dressed and it was all formal and nearly professional, but Ash still tugged each of the other men into a deep wet kiss before releasing them to walk out the door.
Ash Tyler was about to leave himself, when Airiam spoke up, "Lieutenant, may I be so forward as to make a special request."
He paused and waited for her to continue.
"I understand and fully respect your request that I not take advantage of my enchanced memory storage to prserve our encounters. However... however... would it be possible..?" Gods, did he have any idea what the difference was between a biological memory and the abilty to literally relive this moment at will?
Ash hesitated, poker faced, giving nothing away, and she was certain he would turn her down as he always had before.
He glanced over his shoulder at the bed. "That *was* something, wasn't it?" And he smiled. "Okay, yeah, *just this once*."
She kissed him and giggled. If she had only her human memory to rely upon she would deny she giggled. "Just this once," she promised. "And thank you!"
Airiam trembled, wet with arousal all over again as if it had just happened.
"Save to archive," she gasped.
Author:
oldtoadwomanI am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) yes
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: Airiam/everybody, Star Trek
Challenge/Prompts used:stripped bare causethat seems easiest, maybe I'll slip some others in there but i duotb it
Summary:Airjiam is reviewing this week's sexy times for memory storage
Rating/Warnings: smut? god i hope there is smut UPDATE: SMUT!!!
Word count: 2,500
Author's Notes (if any):if you've never seen Discovery, the only thing you need to know is Airiam (minor recurring character) is aan cybernetcally-augmented human who needs to review her memories once a weeke to decide what to save to archive and what to delete. Thta's canon. I don't remember much more than that so most of the details are made up anyway.
"Your text might contain writing issues - Check now" Bwahaha! No.
Airiam once overheard a crewmember explaning to another tthat she had to purge her memories once a week due to the storage limitations of her robotic breain. This was wrong with regard to multiple points, the most fundamental being that she was not a robot, nor even an android. Airiam was human, born bred and raised. 100% human before the shuttle accident (37% human these days).
And her cybernetic augments were not, as implied, inferior to her human brain (*most* of which still functioned nrmallyy as a matter of fact, the accident had damaaged no more than 18% of her brain matter which was how she still remained alive and still herself).
The flat affect and robotic efficiency whch so many people attributed to her mechanical appearance were mainly artifacts of grief. But it served her well for others to think differently. Her grief was between herself and her therapist and Stephen's memory.
In addition,, the phrase "storage limtatuions" had an implication that her cybernetically-augjmneted memmeoery was inferiror to human memory when the opposite was true. Biological memory was imperfect. A memory retrieved was a memory altered. Each human memory was only replaying the last time it was recalled, details blurring and shifting to fit a narrative and becoming increasingly muted with time. Her human brain, for example, vividly remembered the first time she met Keyla and how they had locked eyes, sparks flyikng, and immediately reached an understanding. But she had also saved that same memory to her archive and if she re-played it, it was clear that Keyla had smiled politely at everyone in the room and it took far more time for them to connect on a more personal level.
Airiam purged her memory weekly for efficiency's sake. Just as a human brain did, though not nealrly as regularly as Airiam's schedule. The difference was Airaim got to choose which memories to save or not. She forgot nothing on accident. She remembered nothing she chose not to.
Tragic away missions were replaced with professional logs and while the human part of her brain had the occasional nightmare, the specific details existed only as reports filed for her superiors to read.
Tilly once sympathized with the significant amount of time lost to the process and she did not correct her. It *felt* tedious and time-consumming. Every memory recalled *felt* like it was replaying in real-time as if she were reliving every week of her life twice, but,in reality, hours fllicked by in nanoseconds. the most time-consumming part of the process was stating the words "save to archive" or "delete".
She could currently relive the entirety of her saved archive in 17 minutes and 39 seconds -- a number that grew any time she chose to save mmore memories to the archive.
Airiam kept a detailed lst of everyone she had ever had sex with. She did not, however, save that many sexual memories (that sub-archive could be recalled in its entirety any time sh eneeded to get in the mood in only 54 seconds). Most sexual partners were noted simply with an addendum associated with their name indicating whether or not she should repeat the encounter, only rarely with a reason why. At first she had listed more details. "Selfish" and "couldn't find a clitoris with a map" versus "gives great head" and "so hot!" but she'd learned such details were superfluous and these days mainly noted a simple "no" versus "yes".
She also maintained a list of all the individuals who had ever turned her down for sex and, if not their given reasons for doing so, at least a notation on whether she should try again. (The doctor and [Broadway dude whose name I can't remember] were noted as "firm no, don't waste your time" whereas Tilly was noted with a "no, wait for her to initiate in her own time" and Jett Reno was noted with "god only knows".)
Ash Tyler was noted with "yes, yes, anytime anywhere, yes!" but also unfortunately "does not consent to archive" so she could rely only on her fallible human memory to recall the unexpected stamina and physique. So much more athletic than he looked.
As an example of the fallibility of human memory, she distinctly remembered Saru turning her down, but her archive of the encounter made it clear it was not a statement but a *question* when he asked whether it was not improper to have sexual encounters with a superior officer. She thus later tried again explaining the nuances of whether the overture came from the person of higher or lower rank and he subsequently aquiesed.
Saru was noted in her archives with "yes, he means well, bless him" but not a single complete encounter was stored to memory, only fleeting moments of the Kelpian enjoying their afterglow. Her human memory told her that he was even more fishlike and icky stripped bare, but he genuinely tried hard and seemed to take pleasure in thinking she enjoyed his attempts.
Spock was kind of a hot mess, but his technique was reliably efficient and every single encounter earned a "save to archive".
Keyla and Owo comprised the bulk of her saved memories even though the numbers suggested that, combined, they accounted for fewer than 16% of her sexual encounters. Quality over quantity, she imagined.
Like Saru, Captain Pike had initially declined her advances with a demur reference to professional roles. But, also like Saru, had been open to continuing their discussion when she made it clear she was not intimadated by his rank.
"Save to archive," she whimpered, shuddering through the aftershocks as the memory hit her harder than she expected.
Mirror-Universe Giorgeau had been as demanding and selfish as youu would expect and yet somehow still kind of hot (and not even slightly deterred by questions of approriateness). "Save to archive."
Tuesday morning had been slightly different. Captain Pike was prone to impromptu asignations. As was Tyler. But Spoke had a standing Tuesday appointment. The coicindence that was really just officers with rare free time, brought all of them to her door within minutes of each other. "As long as we're all here," she had suggested. She had suspect Spock or Pike or both to demure. (Tyler could be counted on to be a firm anything-goes-kinda-guy.) Neither had.
Airiam stripped herself naked and tossed her uniform aside while invitng Christopher inside. No longer Captain Pike once he crossed the threshold. He was Christopher. Tyler was Ash. Spock was still Spock as he had no other name. But there were no family names or ranks from here on out until itwas over.
Airiam made no attempt to flounce or prance or put on a show. She had no illusions of her beauty. It was pure luck that the 37% of her biological body that remained intact included her genitals. (There were rumors otherwise, rumors that discouraged some, but encouraged others.) Her breasts had not been as fortunately. She liked to imagine that her ass might still be kind of cute, but it was entirely surrounded by mechanical replacement parts so she didn't figure that counted for much. What she lacked in physical attractiveness, she made up for in stamina, skill, and decorum.
She had, oddly enough, established a reputation as the ship's discrete slut. Gossip flew around the ship but everyone trusted Airiam to not be among those spreading it.
So much inaccurate gossip, but one thing was true. She could, in fact, vibrate her fingers at a variety of custom settings. Airiam was popular for a reason.
Spock arched an eyebrow, but did not protest and slid over to make room for Christopher. Ash was already stroking himself while pacing the length of her quarters. She didn't ask why he did that, though she imagined it was some form of arousal-regulation.
Christopher slipped out of his uniform and joined Spock on the bed. He shot Spock a look that seemed slightly nervous and apologitic and followed it up with a literal apology. "Sorry to intrude."
Spock's eyes were firmly locked on Christopher's erection when he replied in an imkpossibly calm voice, "I believe there is an old human saying, 'The more the merrier.'"
Airiam barely had time to wonder it they planned to take turns at heterosexual congress or if things would veer more freestyle when Ash suddenly growled like wild annimal and threw himself onto the bed between his crewmates. He started humping Christophers hip like he was in rut. Christopher's eyes flew wide open but far from protesting he insteed gasped out, "Lube! We're gonna need a lot of lube if that's happening. Lube!"
Airiam retrieved the lube and made use of her vibrating feature as she applied it liberally to Christopher's anus.
"WAit, you can actually DO that?" he asked between pants,
"Indeed," Spock confirmedn as if Airiam's vibrating fingers thrusting up Christopher's rectum hadn't already proven the point. "Most pleasant, isn't it?" Ash took notice of the implication, growling again, and rolled over to focus, on Spoke, thrusting their dripping cocks together.
"I was sure the admiral was full of shit," Christopher whimpered, while shifting his pelvis to enjoy the variety of angles.
"If I could be next," Spock said, still calm and controlled, but shifting into Ash's thrusts.
Airiam had been disappointed for a fleeting moment when she realized the men were going to work out so much of their energy on each other and not just her, but as she attended to Spock with her other hand, simultaneously stretching out both of them to get ready for Ash's sizabel penis, she realized she couldn't be more aroused if she were about to get fucked herself.
Ash turned back to Christophr and started biting, not terribly gently either, at his neck which was generally a sign he wasn't going to be patient for much longer. If Airiam's fallible human memory could be trusted, Ash wouldn't be verbal again untril he had climaxed at least twice which was actually perfect.
"Ready?" she asked Christopher, almost hoping he would say no. She could not wait to watch, but she was also more than willing to occupy Ash for the immediate future.
But Chrstopher was smiling as he said replied, "Ready!"
Ash didn't need more encouragement than that and effortlessly flipped Christopher over on his stomach and mounted him in a manner that might seem rought to someone who didn't realize how much he was holding back.
For a moment, Airiam and Spoke were merely passive observers, but Spock wasn't shy about asking, "May I assist in some way?"
Christopher struggled to find his words, gasping out, "You could ... y'know ... um ... you could lick anything you felt inclined to," as he wriggled on Ash's cock.
To Airiam's delight, Spock did not hesitate before positiong himself to more easily lick at Christopher's body. Taking "anything" quite lterally, he began licking at Christopher's neck before oh so slowly working his way down to his chest and nipples and barely even getting to his cock in time to receive a mouthful as Christopher shuddered and came.
Christopher crawled free of the melee to lie spent on the far side of the bed. His ass was dripping but that was the only indication that Ash had already climaxed, his cock already fully hard. His refractory period was inhuman. He growled at Spock who obediently presented his ass, without needing to be manhandled into position. (Airiam suspect Ash might have been disappointed to not have the opportuity to show off his strrength, but he was already balls deep in the Vulcan, any possible disappontment instantly forgotten.)
Airiam was sitting on her own vibrating fingers, too turned on to feel left out, but Spock reached out regardless to her. "Airiam, if you would be so kind," he gasped out, pointing weakly at his erection. "We did, after all, have an appontmnt."
Ash always gave the impression that he was too far gone in animal lust to be unaware of his surroundings, yet he immediately shifted their position so that he could continue thrusting up Sopock's anus while giving Airiam access to mount his throbbing coppper-green penis.
"Very much appreciated. Thank you." The words were calm and collected, butSpock's voice was reduced to breathy gasps and Airiam herself whimpered.
Christopher had collected himself enough to offer an enthusiastic, "Ths s the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," and a second later Spock wailed with pleasure as she shuddered with the first wave of orgasm. She lost herself to the extasy of the moment only dimly aware that Ash continued to shake the bed for several more thrusts until he too slowed his pace and finally laughed with delight.
Airiam habitiually took the role of cleaning up. It was a task others sought to avoid but she genuinely did not mind. her cybernetic augments made her less prone to exhaustion and even when fully sated, she rarely felt the need for a postcoital nap.
Sh was thus surprised when Cristopher took it upon himself to wipe everyone down with a warm washcloth and when she thought she was beyond surprise, he brought her to a bonus climax with his tongue as Spock and Ash watched and nodded their approval.
"We should do this every Tuesday," Ash said, his mental faculties finally returning to verbal mode.
"It sems as though Mr Spock has a standing appointment," Christopher pointed out. "That gives him priority and he shouldn't feel compelled to sacrifice his time."
"I have no objection!" Spock blurted out before continuing in a more measuured pace, " as long as Lt Comander Airiam is amendable to that arrangement."
How quickly they returned to formalities and rank.
"Leutenant Comander Airiam ahs no bojections at all," she said.
They showered and dressed and it was all formal and nearly professional, but Ash still tugged each of the other men into a deep wet kiss before releasing them to walk out the door.
Ash Tyler was about to leave himself, when Airiam spoke up, "Lieutenant, may I be so forward as to make a special request."
He paused and waited for her to continue.
"I understand and fully respect your request that I not take advantage of my enchanced memory storage to prserve our encounters. However... however... would it be possible..?" Gods, did he have any idea what the difference was between a biological memory and the abilty to literally relive this moment at will?
Ash hesitated, poker faced, giving nothing away, and she was certain he would turn her down as he always had before.
He glanced over his shoulder at the bed. "That *was* something, wasn't it?" And he smiled. "Okay, yeah, *just this once*."
She kissed him and giggled. If she had only her human memory to rely upon she would deny she giggled. "Just this once," she promised. "And thank you!"
Airiam trembled, wet with arousal all over again as if it had just happened.
"Save to archive," she gasped.