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Knowing When to Fight GITS Vawnie Bear x Broomhandle45

Motoko nodded, quietly opening the door to step out into the hallway. This job just got more and more interesting, didn't it?

"I hope you don't mind, but Aramaki has decided that due to the high security risk...you're safer with me than a hotel," she said, moving smoothly down the hallway. There were benefits to that, of course...not that anyone else needed to be aware of them. But Motoko was certainly thinking of them.
 
It was funny to think about, just yesterday she might have made protests about spending intimate time with Mokoto... even the definition of intimate changed in her mind... now she hungered for it. Though she walked with a regal air, her insides quivered in anticipation. It was only by the grace of God that she managed to keep her composure in public. When they finally reached her personal safe place all bets were off... She wanted to know so much more of Mokoto than the safety of her arms as she slept.

They walked through the milling crowd, that might as well have been a stiff breeze for all it did to bother the Ambassador... her mind was far from this place... these people...

Subconsciously she licked her lips as she climbed into the car, her eyes sweeping her personal body guard as she settled into the lush leather interior, once again safe from cameras and prying eyes.
 
Motoko said nothing as she slipped inside after and shut the door, knocking against the window for the driver to get going. She crossed one leg over the other with a casual smile. She had to admit, she was excellent at maintaining her composure...but the moment she wanted something, it seemed the good little Ambassador preferred a more honest approach. The excitement in her eyes was palpable, and Motoko's pupils dilated for a fraction of a second. Privacy...true, complete privacy was hard to find, but when you had Section 9 authorization...and a military grade body, you knew the tricks.

"You look like you want to talk," Motoko asked easily. Putting it mildly, but it was a good opener at any rate.
 
She chuckled at that, flashing a pretty smile. "Is that what they are calling it these days?" She asked looking up into her guardians red eyes clearly amused. It was true she was as straightforward as a woman could be, even more so for a Politician, and right now all her signals said she was "hungry" for the woman in front of her.

The pink tongue made an appearance once more across her lips, realizing what she was doing she dropped her eyes a moment trying to get better hold of herself. Her mind was racing, she should feel guilty of her excitement due to Viv's current state in the hospital but all she could think about was the butterflies fluttering around inside of her body at the prospect of being alone with Motoko.
 
"Mm...depends on who you talk to," Motoko said easily, her voice dropping a fraction as she regarded her with that same tiny smile. She wasn't ignorant to the woman's needs, or her own...far from it, she felt her body eager for more attention...but to watch her make a flustered mess of herself? It was cute, very cute.

"There's quite some time until your next appointment, Ambassador," she said. "And your schedule has been cleared..."
 
Slate blue and grey eyes rose up looking to the Major and she nodded. "What shall we do?" She asked with a lift of her brow and a hint of a smile to her lips. She knew what she would like to do... it involved becoming intimately acquainted with the beautiful woman that was Motoko.

It wasn't that she wanted to experience her first time with a full body cyborg, though there was some curiosity about it for her. No she wanted to know more about this woman that sat before her... Were there places Motoko liked touched more than others as was the nature of all people?
 
Her smile never wavered, even as her hands casually brushed along her skirt to smooth out any wrinkles.

It starts with me shutting the door, and finding the fastest way to get those beautifully refined clothes off, Ambassador. Her voice, even through the link was honest and open with her hunger. The tone husky and seductive, and the look in her eyes was all together very serious about her statement. The moment that door shut...they would be off her, one way or another.
 
A thrill raced through the young Ambassador, and heat rose to her cheeks flushing them prettily. Her eyes dilated with the renewed deep desire she had been feeling since last night. The husky tone, the look in her eyes, it touched her in ways she had not been touched for some time. She visibly drew in a heavy breath as her pulse sped at the blunt honesty.

Her mind went to how quickly she might be able to undress herself to preserve her clothing, though she had to admit the idea of some of them being rent from her body tickled her senses. Jeanne met Motoko's red eyes with all that desire in her own and welcomed it showing her own to her soon to be lover.

She didn't know how fast they were traveling, but it suddenly was not fast enough. Her body was a live wire looking for a place to discharge, and she already knew exactly how she would do that...
 
It felt like a slow drive, but maybe Motoko's teasing smile the entire way made it feel slower. But finally, the armored car slid to a halt and Motoko opened the door to step out gracefully. Her sense of professionalism returning as quickly as her mood had appeared as she held the door for Jeanne.

"Here we are, Ambassador." Motoko said politely.
 
She let out a small sigh as they pulled into the remote drive way of her hostess. Very briefly she wondered if Aramaki had any idea what would transpire between them, honestly she didn't care if he knew or not, but she was grateful that he had introduced them.

Like Motoko she pulled her professional mask back over her face as the door opened... a learned habit of an ambassador. It was something you learned early... or you didn't hack it. As an Ambassador there were lots of things you might see that you did not approve of personally. Her hand came out of the open door to Motoko, it wasn't necessary by any means, but she longed to touch the woman she so desired. A feeling that only grew the closer they came to being totally alone.

"Thank you, Major." She said as she was helped from the car. Carrying her clutch she walked into the house where privacy settled around her like a comforting embrace. Their driver was oblivious to the activities they had planed looked to Motoko for confirmation before he turned and left them to their evenings delights...

Jean was already working on unbuttoning her blouse, she was rather fond of it, and would like to keep it intact as much as possible. Her skirt was a bit less on her list though she should have been worried about them all given the small amount of clothes she had left with out bullet holes through them.


While Motoko spoke with their driver she stepped out of her shoes and headed for the bedroom. As much fun as it might be to be caught out here with all the windows, she wasn't quite that adventurous after the day she had yesterday... She was turned towards the door pulling the blouse from strong but feminin shoulders when Motoko entered the bedroom. It slipped from her arms in a silken flutter to the floor, her hands already moving towards the buttons of her skirt...
 
Motoko could be very quiet when she wanted to be...and it was one of those times right now as her hose clad feet padded across the floor without so much as a whisper. Motoko was already loosening the cuffs of her jacket, and shrugging out of it as she moved forward. When she said she was going to find the quickest way to get her out of her clothes...she wasn't kidding. She moved closer, her finger curling around the front of her bra...and with barely so much as a curl of her finger...the straps practically buckled and exposed them yet again as her lips hungrily mashed against hers.

There was no slow burn, or subtlety here. Motoko's lips were hungry and needy as her arms slid around her waist...and that skirt was either going to be ripped off, or unzipped depending on Motoko's patience.
 
A small gasp escaped Jeanne as her bra was just suddenly not there any more. Her hands got enough of the buttons of her skirt open that it slipped just in time from her hips before Motoko found other means of removing it. Leaving her only in hose and simple underwear. But they might have been gossmer and spider silk at how flimsy they were to the full body cyborg...

Jeanne 's hands found Motoko's blouse small warm hands sliding up her abdomen and over her breasts as their mouthes tried to burn some of that passion away, only inciting their libido's higher as tongues met and danced hungrily. Her hands felt their way to the buttons of Motoko's blouse and she struggled to unbutton them with out loosing her connection with Motoko's mouth. It seemed that the Major was not the only one who hungered...
 
Motoko let out a playful, hungry chuckle against her desperate hands, letting her tongue flick over hers one more time as she unbuttoned the first one for her...and then settled her own hands to drift lazily down her back and squeeze her tight little rear, her fingers already curling at the hose to slip them down. A surprising amount of restraint as she continued to let her tongue dance with hers. Mm, this was a better pace...
 
Those small hands pushed at Motoko shirt off of her shoulders as their kiss was drawn out. Pulling it down until it locked her arms into submission of its removal or rending the garment she had been wearing to continue.

That burning need settled just a bit as their upper bodies came together, skin against skin. The exquisite silk that was Motoko's flesh pressed against hers drew a long groan from her lips. Her mouth suddnly more pliable, more receptive, the battle became a dance between them.
 
Motoko's teeth gave her bottom lip a playful nibble, drawing out a faint breath as her lips trailed lower this time as Motoko simply squirmed out of her shirt, letting it drop.

"I don't know what tastes better..." Motoko purred against her skin as her teeth slid across her neck again, and lower. They hadn't even made it to the bed yet, but Motoko was already working on her underwear.
 
A baited breath stuttered from parted lips as Motoko teased her bottom lip, and dripped her hungry mouth lower to her neck.

"Unh..." A soft delicate sound that said she liked that a lot. Her hands pulled at the latch of Motko's bra until it slipped free in her hands, and the bra sagged under the bounty of her chest. Rather than letting gravity work its wonders on the loosened garment, smooth hands drew it from her body. It fell at last as Motoko slipped her arms free, and the Ambassador stroked silky warm skin with sensitive fingertips. After she fondeled the Major for a few moments her hands slid down the womans back and unzipped her skirt sliding down in the waste band to expedite its removal.
 
"Mm..." Motoko cooed in open appreciation, tongue flicking over her spoiled skin before trailing her lips along her jawline. "Jeanne..." she purred, deciding to lean back with a playful smirk, settling her palms on the bed as she reclined back in easy invitation.
 
Jeanne looked upon her lover and found her bottom lip caught between her own teeth as she was given the most beautiful, and sensual view she could remember. The Ambassador did not at first decend upon the inviting Major, but instead knelt to finish removing what remained of Motoko's clothes. Only then did she take the very delightful Major up on her offer. Crawling up her lush legs, dragging her body over them her breasts soft against her lovers skin.

Jeanne was attentive with her mouth, licking, kissing, ... sucking... She explored her way up the Majors body with deliberate purpose. Kissing her way up Motoko's thighs, dipping between them at the apex and caressing her sex with an agile swath of her tongue.

Some might have called her forward... so what... she knew what she wanted... and had been offered it. Slate eyes rolled up as she let out a noise of delight at her first taste of the Major's neither lips... and knew she had to have more. Her tongue flicked over the neat trim hair as she dipped her tongue again in quick succession. After all... she was an American... it had to be good for something!
 
The moan was slow and hungry, head lolled back in bliss as her hips slid up a fraction subconsciously as she sucked in a breath, biting her lip as she reclined back further on her elbows and let one of her hands absently trail through those snow white locks affectionately. Oh, god...she was eager and methodical...Motoko loved attentive women. Every little feeling of her tongue made her hips twitch eagerly, her toes curling every so often with faint pants.
 
Jeanne made that delicate pleasured noise again as she got to know her lovers most intimate of secrets with her mouth. She wanted to stay... to feast... but there was so much more to experience of the Major... and if this would be their only time, she wanted to experience all of her.

Still. . .

Jeanne explored with an unhurried pace, drawing great delight from the reaction to her probing tongue on the Majors slit. Each small rise of those hips drew more on her smile; there was just something invigoration about getting a reaction from Motoko. The moan's and hand sliding through her thick hair were especially rewarding to the white haired Ambassador. It took her a moment or two longer, but she tore herself from that delicious neat little tuft of hair and lips to find out what other delights awaited them.
 
Motoko let out a heavy, satisfied sigh as she relaxed her body. Her skin was flush with hunger, and her eyes finally opened again to run her fingers through that beautiful white hair. She was more than happy to watch the Ambassador take the lead this time, because she was doing an excellent job at making the experienced woman squirm with delight.
 
"Mmmnh, Motoko..." Jeanne purred as she drew herself further up her lovers body, her mouth caressing, suckling, testing through all the gambit of things ones mouth could do to the body. Nibbling, biting, grazing teeth followed by soothing tongue... she dipped and swirled, licked and suckled her way over Motoko's loins and abdomen. She didn't marvel at how life like her partners skin was, or how warm, these thoughts would imply her belief that Motoko was some how a mechanical doll that lay responding with well orchestrated algorithms...

But she couldn't help but notice how much her partner seemed to be enjoying what it was she was doing... and though she wished very much to spend her time getting to know Motoko inch... by... inch... she wanted so much to jump in. To have her... to feel her at the peak of her passion, making her cry out rather than gently moan her delight.

The white haired Ambassador shifted the way she lay upon her partner as she took her first mouthful of the Majors breast, her hand slipping between them, to once more lay claim upon Motoko's womanhood...
 
"Nn..." Motoko exhaled, hips arching up with her back as her grip tightened in her hair, her legs parting subconsciously. Motoko was very flexible with her partners, while she usually took the lead...she had no issues letting the Ambassador spend as much time as she wanted to spoil and pamper her, even better? She didn't need a lot of invitation, especially when she started to shower her with kisses and nibbles.

"Jeanne..." she cooed huskily. "Don't be shy now..." she chuckled breathlessly.
 
Jeanne felt liberated, perhaps goaded to free herself of any hesitation... not that she had a whole lot after Motoko lay back in open invitation... She moaned herself at the sensations that raced through her body, making her heart beat faster, and she enjoyed the play of her lovers breast as she rolled it in her mouth. Showing that same attention as she had the rest of Motoko's body...

The hand she drew between them came to align its self with her lovers neither lips and as her mouth left her breast, and finally came to capture the Majors lips for an all encompassing and more than suggestive kiss, her fingers mirrored what she did with her tongue...
 
Ooh...now that was a neat trick. Motoko groaned in appreciation against her lips, her hips twitching eagerly for the equal attention as her hand slid down her back...and finally joined with her other hand to squeeze her rear and press her closer. It was her turn to start spoiling her pretty Ambassador.
 
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