Title:Gol’dara Colony; Briana meets the Major

Author: GroovyGoddess
Archive: Where I post it.
Category: AU Mirror Universe
Rating: X
Pairing: Reed/Storm
Summary: The start of the spin-off. Gol’dara Colony
Warnings: Language & Sexual Situation
Betas:”Anonymouse”
Disclaimer: Not making any money this is just me having fun and playing in
the Mirror Universe.

Enjoy!

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*Gol’dara Colony; Briana Meets the Major*

Briana arrives on Gol'dara. After being *paraded* around, and shown the
training facility, as well as being fed in one of the local restaurants.
Artemis finally takes her back to *her* house.

"Well, this is yours, Briana," Artemis informs her, "for as long as you
work here. The majority of the house was decorated for you, however feel
free to make it yours."

Briana looks at Artemis in surprise, "Arte'a," using an old nickname. "Why?

Why is Psi Corp being nice like this? What is their agenda where I'm
concerned?"

"You're right of course, everyone has an agenda. Simply work with this one,
watch yourself as you always do, and enjoy while you can, Bri'a. Now then
would you like a tour of *your* house? Or simply wander it at will?" Artemis
chuckles lightly.

"I'll explore at will, Ar'tea. You go enjoy while you can. I saw that *
thought* you had earlier," Briana smirks at her companion.

"Until later, Bri'a. Be careful, and keep your mind on alert."

Briana spends the next day wandering not only through her house, but through
the local town. A few of the Ki'Taran's avoid her, while others *meow* at
her. She meows back, in a *friendly* tone. After a few hours of being
avoided, and meeting with a Psi Corp messenger from Athena, Briana decides
to head back home.

***

The Muse, one of Psi Corp's ships, enters Geo-synchronous orbit of Gol'dara.
After a few hours, a shuttle leaves the ship en route to the surface. On
board is newly promoted Lt. Commander Imara, and Major Malcolm Reed, along
with Iris of Psi Corp.
Iris speaks to them, "Once on the surface, you are on your own. There are
rooms reserved for the both of you. However, I *see* the Major has
*other* plans.
Good Luck to you, Major. She is not what you expect." Iris smirks and
laughs. The shuttle lands and Iris continues, "Enjoy your time on Gol'dara.
Warm winds to you both." She watches them both exit and walk away from the
shuttle.

"I'll escort you to the *resort* and then I'll be leaving." Malcolm looks
sideways at Imara and smirks, "You *can* take care of yourself? Right?"

Imara smiles and nods at the major. "Of course."

"Here you go then, enjoy your stay. I'll see you later, if all goes well."

***

"Now then to find my love.'" The Major proceeds to ask a few people if they
have seen a hybrid Ki'Taran. It seems no one wants to get on the *wrong* side
of a Terran MACO, he listens to their directions. And takes off to find
Briana's house. A while later, he finds what he's looking for, "What the
hell did she have to do for this? It's expansive." He walks up to the door,
half-expecting servants to answer, surprised when Briana opens the door.

"Hello Love."

Briana slams the door on his face, and from behind the closed doors. "Go
Away Malcolm! I have nothing to say to you...except...you hurt me! Now
Leave!"

"Bri..Briana? I just want to apologize and *talk* with you." Muttering low
under his breath, "What did he do to her? She's never gotten this mad."

Still from behind the door, Briana feels nothing, mumbling, "Guess it
worked." And aloud to the Major, "I'm not ready to talk to you...yet. You *
really* hurt me! I know you were under the influence of those tears, but
still. After all I've done for you. You say t*hose* things. Go away
Malcolm!"

Mumbling to himself, "Bloody hell she *is* mad. Let's see then," rubbing his
chin absently, "How did I get her attention in the first place?" Malcolm
turns around and starts walking back towards the town. "Hmm? I should be
able to find something."

Briana starts pacing, "I can't believe he showed up. It's usually me that
submits. First, it was *those* Orion's, and then..." Briana stops talking
while remembering, "Well damn, and I slammed the door in his face. Although
that did feel pretty good." She giggles, "I guess if...If he comes back,
maybe I'll let him in, or take him out back. Oh yeah, the views of the ocean
should put him off-kilter a bit. We can sit and talk. I'm not ready for his
*charming *kiss and make up..." thinking again and smiles, "yet..."

***

Malcolm enters the town and looks around, observing the layout and areas for
possible ambush opportunities. 'Always a MACO.' Loud music and voices filter
out from one of the establishments. "Ah, must be the local pub. I'll avoid
that. For now. Later, perhaps?"
He continues on walking towards one of the businesses. Still looking
discreetly at the surrounding area. He enters a merchants business and rubs
his eyes, muttering, "Only for her, would I do this." Aloud to the merchant,
"Hello. Do you have any of these made up already?"

"No Sir." Eyeing the uniform. "I prepare them as you chose."

"Ah, efficient and the customer gets what they want. I see. I need
something. How about some of those," pointing at a bunch of roses, "and
maybe some of those." Pointing at another bunch of flowers. "Just. Oh hell.
I don't know, just make it look presentable."

"Of course, Sir. I will take care of it personally."

"Very good." Malcolm pulls out a chip, and realizes, "Hold on...bloody
hell...I forgot. I..."

"Do not worry Sir. This is for someone special? Yes?"

"Yes, very special."

"Then allow me. Just tell your *friends* where you *bought* these. Yes?" The
merchant smiles while thinking, 'It helps to have a MACO on one's side.'

"Fine. I agree to those terms." Thinking to himself, 'Even here people have
an agenda.' He nods and takes the bouquet. "If these work, in getting what I
want. I'll be back for more...later."

"Very good, Sir. Until then, warm winds."

Leaving the store with a wrapped bunch of flowers, he hears something, and
turns down the alley to investigate."

A "Mew" is softly heard coming from a trash pile.

"Look at you. All tangled up, hm?" You are just...the other present I need."
Carefully he extricates a kitten from the pile and picks it up, "Let's see,
ah good, a boy kitten and" sniffing the air, "you need a bath. Are you black
or just dirty? Let's see if my new *acquaintance* has a sink we can
borrow."

The kitten starts meowing louder.

"Shh, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you. I need you. And you look
somewhat, interesting, once we get you cleaned up, you'll be much better. I
hope." Smirking to himself he goes back and enters the flower shop.

"I was wondering, do you have some facilities that I can use on him?" He
holds out the meowing kitten.

The merchant does a double take, looking from the MACO officer to the dirty
kitten. "Oh yes, of course. Through that door there and then the first door
on the right." He points to an area at the back of the store. "Here, Sir,
I'll hold the flowers for you."
"Very good. We'll be back shortly." He turns and leaves for the back with
the kitten still meowing. He enters the room and goes to the sink. As he
runs some water, the kitten starts squirming and meowing louder. "I know you
won't like this, but I'm not going to drown you. Just get some of this gunk
off of you, alright?"

"Mew"

"Okay then, here we go." Malcolm lowers the kitten to the basin and cups a
small amount of water with his other hand. He slowly starts to get the grime
off. "Well what do you know? You're white underneath all of this." He keeps
bathing the kitten, and grabs a nearby rag. "Now to dry you off. Hold
on...you're," He picks the kitten up and looks at him. "You* **are* Siamese.
Very nice. She won't be able to resist you." Smirking at his find, he rubs
the kitten under it's chin.

"Purrs"

"Mmm yes, I know. Let's finish up and see what you look like, clean and,"
sniffs the air, "fresh." He finishes toweling the kitten dry and looks at
him again. "Not bad, and you didn't scratch me once. Good kitten. I'll let
her name you. Want to go live in a nice house?"

The kitten blinks and then, "Meow."

Laughing, "Of course you do. Let's go get the flowers and be on our way
then."

With the kitten in his hand, Malcolm walks back to the store front, "Thank
you, it was a kitten underneath all that grime. Flowers and a kitten. I
should be...fine."

"Good, good. He belongs to no one." The merchant reaches and pulls out a
small tin from under the counter. "I've fed him occasionally. Here," handing
Malcolm the tin. "He seems to like this."

Malcolm takes the tin and looks at it, "Good," and puts it in a uniform
pocket, "So we'll be leaving now," smirking he leaves, with the kitten in
one hand, and flowers in the other, he walks back to Briana's house.

***

"I'm not waiting on him to come back...I'm just not tired yet. Maybe sitting
on the deck will help. Fresh air, the sound of the water. Sounds good."
Grabs a pot of tea, and a mug and walks out to the deck. Bri finds a comfy
seat and sits. "Yes, this is what I needed, it's peaceful out here for the
moment."

Malcolm is walking back to the front door. "Hold on, there's lights on
around the back of the house. Perhaps she's decided to sit out." Changing
direction, and checking the kitten again, "We're almost there and then you
can get down."

"Mews" can be heard from the kitten.

The Major smiles and continues on to the back deck, where he sees Briana
sitting and drinking something. 'So beautiful...hopefully she'll listen.'
At that moment, the kitten "Meows."

Briana hears a noise, as her ears twitch towards the sound and she turns
around to face the noise. "Meow."

"Meow."

"Well come on then, I won't hurt you."

Malcolm walks into view, holding the kitten in one hand, with the flowers in
the other. "He's with me, these are for you." Holding the flowers towards
her.

"Oh, nice." Takes the flowers and smells them, while waving towards the
chairs. "Nice entrance fee, these will get you a seat and some tea if you
want?"

"As long as you didn't spike it. Then yes, I wouldn't mind some tea."

Briana looks at him and smirks. "If I wanted you dead, you would be. I
promised to never hurt you. I keep *my *promises, Major."

"Meow"

"Who is that?" Briana looks at the kitten and blinks.

Malcolm holds the kitten out, "A friend I found, he needs a place to stay."

"Oh really? Does your friend have a name, Major?"

Malcolm stares at her while fighting the urge to grab her, "No, he doesn't.
May I put him down? He's a handful."

Briana looks at him warily, "Yes,* **he* may run around. I think I have
something he can nibble on."

At the phrase 'nibble on' Malcolm moans involuntarily.

Briana looks at him, "Have a seat, Major. I'll be right back." Turning she
goes back into the house.

"Fine. I mean, of course, thank you." Puts the kitten on the table. "Stay
put she'll be back with some food for you. At least you got me a seat and
some tea. Hopefully some conversation. I'd hate to have to force her to
listen to me." He pulls out a set of handcuff's, twirling them on his
fingers, "Maybe later..." and then puts them up.

Briana comes back out, and puts a bowl of tuna on the table while stroking
the kittens back, "Here you go fuzzball."

"Purrs"

Briana laughs and purrs back, "Yes, I like you too."

Malcolm is sitting observing the interplay mumbling low and rolling his
eyes, "Maybe if I acted like a lost kitty and purred."

Briana walks over to him, and pours some tea, handing the mug to him.
"Careful, it's not poisoned, but it is hot."

Taking the cup, "Thank you, Commander. Nice views here. I forgot, you like
the ocean."

"Yes, I do. It's relaxing to me."

Malcolm sits back in his chair, and swings his legs up onto a hassock. "Yes,
quite nice and relaxing."

Briana looks at him with a slight surprised expression, "This doesn't bother
you?" She waves her hand encompassing the scene.

"No. It doesn't. Why would it?" Thinking to himself, 'As long as I stay out
of it, I'm fine.'

"Umm..Maj...Malcolm, you don't like the water. I felt your *dislike* for it
on Risa. She takes a seat nearby but not to close to him.

"Ah, yes. Well, you may scan me to determine the truth of what I'm about to
tell you. Because I wouldn't believe it," he says to her while smirking.

"What makes you think I haven't scanned you already, Major?" Briana smirks
back.

"Believe it or not, Commander, I would have *felt*," taps his temples, "it."

"Really now? You said you were here to apologize, and now you say I can scan
you. Really, who are *you*?" Staring at him through narrowed eyes.

***

Briana starts scanning him, lightly and can see him wince a bit. Isn't that
interesting, and what the?

"I am Major Malcolm Reed, Terran Empire, MACO, and I was the Head of
Security/Tactical for *my *ship."

"Um, Major. *I* was the Head of Security on Enterprise. *You *assigned it to
me."

"Right. On *your* ship, Commander. I'm..." he pauses before continuing, "I

am not from this Universe. Your friend, Imara, helped me *trans-verse,* as
it were."

"Why?" Briana automatically tenses up, "Imara? Is she here? Where is she?"

"Please Briana. Don't prepare for a fight. I don't want to *hurt* you. And
she is fine. Psi Corp set her up in a room."
"Then answer why and stop blocking me," Briana growls at him, "*You* said I
could scan you."

"Right, sorry. After being on that Psi Corp vessel. I'll let my shields
down. And I'm here to correct a mistake *I *made. Not to take over your
Universe. Although it is an idea." He lightly chuckles at the thought.

Briana feels the *blocks* going down, and reads what is there, a shiver goes
through her as she sees herself bleeding and dying, and then feeling
his...guilt?

"No. No taking over the Universe, Major. I only have a shuttlepod at the
moment. Besides I don't know whether to *trust* you or not. What I *saw* is
that you killed me. That guilt is foremost in your mind."

"Yes. Guilt. For causing my wife's death." He holds out his left hand
showing her the wedding band he still wears. "When I found out about other
Universes though *that* device, I started looking for you and well other
versions of me. I don't want to see you dead Briana. You're...unique."

Nodding, Briana replies, "That's true. I'm the only one. Wait. Am I the
only one? There is no other Briana Storm?"

"I looked at various feeds, Commander. There was one other...,"he pauses
before continuing, "I'm not sure whether to tell you or not?"

"Either tell me aloud or I can scan for the information. You said you wanted
to talk. So talk."

"Very well, remember you asked. The other Briana was also an experiment,
however *she*...is more Ki'Taran than human. She is definitely not nice.
From what I *saw *she is very aggressive and she enjoys her kills."

Nodding, "I see. If I acted more instinctual, I could be somewhat like her.
I only enjoy those kills that have taken some thought and planning, those
against someone that could be considered an *equal."* Briana looks at him
and smiles.

Malcolm scoots his chair over, "I do not know if you're looking at me as
prey, or if you're warming up to me?"

"As I said earlier, Major. If I wanted you dead, you would be. Let's just
say you've piqued my *curiosity*." She giggles for a bit at the joke.

"Understandable, and I wouldn't be as easy to *off *as you think. I am one

of the few to be a member of the Ki'Taran Black guard." He says while
smiling at her.

Briana looks back, surprised and closes her mouth, before replying, "*You* are?
Only the highest martial artist's of the Clans are allowed *that* honor.
How...how did *you* a non-Ki'Taran get that?" She sits back and swings her
legs up next to his on the hassock and then, "meows."

***

The kitten jumps off of the table and lands on Briana's lap, "purrs" and
then settles down.
"Yes, lie down fuzzball. This is getting good." She absently strokes his
back.

"I *was* married to a Ki'Taran, remember?"

"Yes. And how *did* that happen, Major. You're a Terran, I'm a sub-human.
Punished for an infraction?"

"It *was* an arranged, sanctioned marriage. At the beginning, yes. I

thought I was being punished for something. You...I mean she, was so
annoying, had to question everything. And then, over time something
happened," he goes quiet and closes his eyes.

Briana looks at him, and softens her voice before asking, "Malcolm, what
happened?"

"I changed. Or she did. I don't know." He shrugs before continuing on, "It
was slow at first, we trained and she helped with some weapons R&D. We
talked, and well actually became *friends*. After that it was only a matter
of time and well Ki'Taran instinct kicked in and we finally became a
*true *married
couple." Smiling he looks at Briana, "I do *enjoy* those Ki'Taran rituals."

She blushes a bit, "Oh. I see. So it was arranged and then...what? You fell
in love with her? And for the record, Major. I. am. not. her!"

"Yes. It was arranged. Yes. I did fall in love with her. She was brilliant
and she never judged me. The one that I trusted and she trusted me. And yes,
Commander. I. know. that! You two look alike, but your attitude is what's
the word? Ah right, assertive. She was no pushover, however she would back
down first instead of upsetting me. She would never have slammed a door in
my face." He finishes with a smirk.

"Yes. Well. You Major, may not have deserved it *then*." Briana smirks back
at him, "So now what? I'm not *her*, and you're...well obviously not *him*.
I doubt he would have ever considered marriage and as for Ki'Taran rituals
I've never been *allowed* to do them." Briana can not stop the blush at the
thought of some of the more intimate rituals.

"Well according to your Psi Corp," looking at her, "You could use an
additional R&D person, as well as a Tactical advisor. I appear to be
jobless. And perhaps we could...become *friends* given time."

Briana thinks before speaking, "I trust you to work as a Tactical Advisor.
As an R&D person, however, I will require some plans and/or prototypes
first. As for the rest, Malcolm...we'll see? Don't rush it."

"I can be patient, Briana. The best plans are made over time, with
consideration. By the way, I also appear to be without a place to sleep. Do
you have a spare room in there for us to share?" Inclines his head towards
the house and the kitten.

Briana looks warily at him. "I do. But what makes you think I'll offer you a
room?"

"I admit, I did assume your generosity. I do have one more thing to offer
you, Briana."
"Oh really? And what would that be, Major?" Still watching him carefully.

"This." he gets up out of his chair and moves to where she's sitting, he
starts to play with her ears, softly.

Briana purrs, "What?" and blushes, "What do you think you're doing?"

"Does that feel good?" He watches her and smiles knowingly.

"No. No it doesn't." She is lying but trying not to show any emotion.
'Stupid reflex purr.'

"Oh. I forgot something," he starts to pull her up out of the chair,

watching the kitten jump back onto the table.

"Major!" She starts to slap at him.

"Stop. Briana. Please..." he pulls her in and kisses her, while growling low
in his throat.

'Oh damn, he does that really well.' Briana is thinking as she leans into
and kisses him back, while purring.

They finally pull apart, and Briana says softly, "Fine. I'll show you two to
a room, not mine."

"Fine. That is fine, Briana. We appreciate it. Right Kitty?" He lifts the
kitten off the table, and tickles it underneath it's chin. "So where do we
stay then?"

"Meow"

Shaking her head, "I must be..." trails off, and starts heading back into
the house, "This way...you'll be on the ground floor. Think of it as a
security job." She turns and smirks at him.

"Of course. Security. The kitten is fairly mean. Do you not have a secure
perimeter then?"

"Apparently, the people here aren't the problem. It's the raiders from
above."

"We can work on that later...until then, we'll be staying here. Don't even
think of arguing with me."

"I hope you know how to cook then. I don't. If you do, make enough to share.
And this then is your room." Swinging a door open for them, "Don't wander, I
tend to shoot first."

He enters and looks quickly around the room, turning to face her, "Thank
you, our own loo, as well."

Briana closes the door on them walking away muttering, "Damn no matter what
Universe he's bloody charming. He best stay put." Smiling she enters her
bedroom, and starts undressing for bed.
Malcolm waits and then starts getting undressed down to his briefs. Watching
the kitten settling down on the bed, "Yes, do get comfy." I'm going to the
kitchen. You were fed. I need a snack. 'Don't wander' we'll see if she
shoots first."

He leaves the room, wearing his briefs and a smirk.

Briana is in her room, shaking her head, and still muttering to herself,
while her tail is twitching. "What am I doing...thinking? He can take care
of himself, flowers, cute kitten and that damn kiss. Yeah, he had planned
that out, hid it well too from my scan." Her ears start twitching, "And he
does know Ki'Taran customs." She finally hears something, "What's that? I
bet he's testing me. Fine. I won't shoot him this time. However he will
remember to listen to me." She starts smiling mischievously while slowly,
quietly moving out of the room towards the sounds."

Malcolm is in the kitchen, "Why? Why is it when one is trying to be quiet

that one makes more ruckus? All I want is a sandwich," and looking in the
fridge, "Hasn't she shopped?"

Briana slowly, stealthily enters the kitchen, unseen, and drops her fangs
down, leaving her claws sheathed. She inches into position.

Malcolm closes the refrigerator and stops in his tracks. "I should have
turned the light on." He moves his hand to grab his dagger. "Damn, not
there."

Next thing Malcolm realizes is that he's lying on the floor, looking up into
Briana's fanged smile. "Nice pounce. You got me. Now what?"

"I said, NO wandering. You're lucky I had my phaser locked up. And I
couldn't resist stalking you." She moves to get off of him, when he moves
his arms and legs quickly, effectively locking her in place.

Growling, Briana says "Let me go, Major!"

"No! Call me Malcolm."

"Major, you're playing a dangerous game. I'm *NOT your* wife!"

"No, you're not. And I don't mind danger. MACO remember?" he laughs at her
expression.

"I'll bite you, or flip you, your choice, Major."

"I have a third option."

"There is no third option."

"Yes, there is. *This*, actually." He moves his legs quickly and flips
Briana sideways, moving into position over her, and at the last moment,
stands and pulls her up as well.

"Want to see the fourth option?"

Briana looks at him and grins, "Nice move, Ki'Taran martial arts yes?"
He nods, "Yes, and so is this." He moves in and gracefully swings her up in
a loving embrace, walking from the kitchen to her room.

"Major...Malcolm. Stop!"

"I don't think so. We need to *talk* and the mean kitty won't allow me on
the bed."

Rolling her eyes, as she replies, "Right, the little fuzzball is so

dangerous. I'm the one you should be worried about. I have claws too you
know."

"Shh, stop fighting...I'm tired, you're tired, think of it as," He pauses,

entering the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind them, "comfort sleep. I
hold you, you hold me. No claws necessary."

"I don't need comfort sleep. And you can go curl up with fuzzball. Put. ME.
Down!"

"Fine." He drops her on the bed.

"Oof! Hey...I said..."

***

Malcolm straddles her, "You *really* shouldn't walk around me, nude." He
grabs her tail in mid air, and slowly massages it on the pressure points.

Briana closes her eyes, and purrs softly, "Stop. Please...I..."

"It'll be alright, Briana. Stop fighting so hard. Just trust me. I don't
want to hurt you."

"I did trust...before...and what was said, what I felt." Tears slowly fall,
"I'm not ready...to trust again."

Malcolm reaches up and wipes her tears away, "I understand. It hurts, you're
so beautiful, and...but I won't force you." He gets up to leave.

Briana whispers, "Malcolm?"

"Yes, Briana."

"For tonight, maybe I could use some comfort, for a bit...but..."

"I'll hold you, till you fall asleep, and then go sleep with the mean kitty.
Alright?"

"Alright. I suppose that's fine."

"Good. Get under your covers. I'm a strong-willed individual, but I'm also a
man."

"Yes, sir." Bri giggles and moves under the covers, pulling them up to her
chin.
Malcolm removes his briefs, while Briana closes her eyes. He crawls in next
to her, under the blanket and holds his arms out, "Your choice, hold you or
no?"

Briana curls up and allows Malcolm to hold her. She begins purring softly
while drifting off to sleep.

***

Malcolm plays with her hair and lightly strokes her ears. He hears her
breathing hitch, and her purrs change to a lower tone. Slowly he moves her
to a prone position and moves between her legs. 'I'm a patient man, but I'm
not dead. She'll get as much pleasure, as she gives.'

Malcolm supports himself on his arms, and lowers his head to her breasts,
and slowly licks and kisses them. Briana responds, reaching towards him in
her sleep and pulls him closer to her. Malcolm sighs and moves one hand to
her tail and the other between her legs, slowly rubbing and stroking both.
He's moved to lying as carefully as possible on top of her and continues
licking and kissing her breasts as well.

Briana moans and slowly spreads her legs further apart, while caressing
Malcolm.

He takes this as an invitation and slowly, methodically inserts his fingers

into her while massaging her tail with his other hand. He starts to nip
lightly with his teeth as well on her breasts. Briana thrashes for a minute
before the moaning and purring begins again.

"Mm, yes, that worked on* **her *as well. Although they really aren't the
same. Let's see," Malcolm softly whispers to Briana, "Want me, love?"

"Mmm Malcolm, please love, it's been to long. I want you. Now." And Briana
thrusts her hips up towards Malcolm.

He lightly chuckles while thinking, "I'm not daft," slowly he changes his
position, removes his fingers and slowly and carefully enters her.

Briana immediately wakes up and realizes she's not dreaming. "Malcolm! OFF!
Get. Off. of. Me!"

"No! Briana you want this, I want this!"

"Not like this! OFF! Get off of me, and go back to your room, before I toss
you out on your charming British ass!"

"Fine!" Malcolm gets out of the bed, "So I am charming, hmm?" He looks at
her and smiles.

"Go now, Malcolm! Before I forget my promise." Snikt's can be heard as

Briana extends her claws, "You haven't really seen a mean kitty yet."

"Fine. Don't parade nude or pounce on me. I'll go back to the fuzzball. For
now." Malcolm turns around and leaves her room, heading for his room.

***
He enters and goes to the bathroom. 'I can't sleep in this state. Damn! Not
the same, my Briana would've woken and nipped me, if I didn't finish what I
started. Time to take matters into hand, as it were.' Turning on the water,
he steps in and starts stroking himself beneath the spray

Briana lies in bed thinking, 'Damn now I'm all...frustrated. Let's see what
I can do about it.' She moves one hand to her breast and the other down to
her center. She starts to massage her clit, while pinching her nipple.

She slowly scans the house with her mind. Malcolm feels her and lets her *
see *what he's doing. Connected mentally they increase their movements
physically, and orgasm at the same time.

Briana sighs contentedly and falls asleep. Malcolm exits the shower and lies
on his bed, he falls asleep with thoughts of *this *Briana on his mind.

Fin for now…