Sessions II (Corrie in this World)

Corrie eyes the mug of drekking honest to goodness coffee in her hand with something close to worship. 'Four a.m. is not too early for real coffee, thank you very much.' She thinks while grinning to herself in the dark. The odd hours of her old job and this one made her infinitely grateful for making the decision to go ahead and have the Sleep Regulator surgery in her own world. On average three hours a day of sleep was enough to make her well rested and ready for whatever the day would throw at her. The ability to prolong sleep for extended periods while still feeling rested was a godsend as well in her old job as well in her new one.

Thinking of her house-guests currently sleeping in her little apartment above the diplomatic offices, she decides to peek in on them, just to make sure the coffee maker and her moving around in the middle of the night didn't wake them. These ponies were really big on sleepovers, she muses. It shouldn't be a surprise considering how social these beings are. Rarely do you see one alone, unless their job required it. After that though it was all about connecting with their friends, family, and loved ones. Pony networking in an unwired world.

Making her way through the living room Corrie admits to herself that it is a nice feeling, to be included. It's taken some getting used to, however, and she still didn't feel fully integrated into their way of thinking yet. She spent a lot of time in her old life in the company of a small circle of friends. And even then she valued her privacy, and the quiet rooms of her old apartment the refuge and solace from hard days at work recovering clients with more sense than money. Usually Shadowrunning, gang assaults, a few tissue sample escorts to Corp headquarters, the usual paramedic practices in the Awakened world.

Peeking in through the bedroom doorway she pauses at the threshold. Her little sleeping guests have managed to stretch out and cover most of the queen sized mattress. The two mares somehow entwined and yet splayed haphazardly on top of the quilt. She can hear the steady rhythms of their breathing. Her headware picks up and displays their vital signs in the lower field of her vision. Heartbeats per minute, as well as respirations and pulse. All is well, she thinks with a small smile forming on her lips.

Returning her attention to the her coffee, the alluring scent and steam rising from the cup is a powerful ambrosia to her olfactory senses. The mix of honey, creamer, and sugar dolled out in perfect measure making her early start to the day an enjoyable one. Bringing the cup to her lips she inhales deeply one more time, intent on savoring this moment for as long as possible. 'Nothing,' she thinks to herself 'Could top this feeling in this moment'. Before her first sip however, Octavia's ear twitches in what she can only describe as adorable as her little forehooves make little involuntary movements in her sleep.

Even snoozing Vinyl responds to her marefriend. Moving her head closer she rubs her muzzle on Octavia's and the two share a little kiss in their slumber. Octavia sighs contentedly to herself and Corrie can see her body relax once more. Vinyl wraps her arms around Octavia and they snuggle close together. The grey mares head moves down to rest by Vinyl's chest. Vinyl cradling her protectively.

The soft glow on their fur from the moonlight through the half closed blinds through the window gives both the mare's fur a warm inviting aura. It takes all of Corrie's willpower not to stealthily move to the bed and caress their sleeping forms. Instead she stays put, leaning into the door frame while committing the view before her, to memory electronic and chemical both.

One pot of coffee down and a few hours later Corrie finds herself still buried in the paperwork for the Human Construction Consortium. Zoning treaties, land negotiations, supply chains, hardware requisition forms, and all manor of nonsense danced in her vision. Quite a few of the electronic books in her head did hold some valuable information that helped a lot in these cases, but not this one. Who would have ever thought in a million years she'd need this kind of drek? Shoving the paperwork in a messy pile before while deciding that she was done for now. It'll still be there in a couple hours. Looking morosely at her empty mug, she decides against another cup of coffee for now. Time for a shower.

Moving quietly as she can through the bedroom, she can hear a light snoring sound from one of the mares. Biting her lower lip she tries not to giggle at the sound. Making it to the bathroom she shuts the door with a quiet click. Resting her back against the door she allows herself a quiet laugh at the snoring mare. Eyeing the large shower stall with appreciation she removes her long pajama shirt and panties, setting them aside on a little plastic table next to the towels.

The shower here was a luxury and a half, as well as being about twice as long and wide due to the previous occupant being a Pegasi. Apparently they needed a lot of room to stretch out their wings in the bathtub so extra accommodations were made for their bathtubs and shower stalls. Multiple faucets to make sure every inch of fur and feather were reached. Almost like a decontamination tower, but bigger jets and plenty of hot water.

Adjusting the knobs for the exact right temperature she enters the streams of hot water with an audible sigh. Turning her back to the long wall in the shower she feels the stress of the paperwork melt under the caresses of the hot waters embraces. Stretching lithely on her toes she extends to her full five foot six height, arms extended above her, tips of her fingers just reaching past the tallest shower head. A few slow rotations to get her body used to the heat before she runs her hands all over her now slick body.

Reaching for the bottle of body wash she freezes for a moment. She must have missed hearing the door opening, but now she hears slow clicking of hooves on the tile getting closer.

"Sss...Vinyl.. I told you to wake me up when you did." She hears Octavia say in a sleepy little English accent.

Corrie hears the sound of the toilet seat resting against the water tank with a small clink. The sounds of Octavia hopping on the toilet made her realize she's never really considered this. Obviously they use the facilities they built, but it never really came to mind how they use them, sans hands. Apparently just fine it seems, from the sounds of the grey mare currently peeing in the toilet.

"Oh for Celestia's sake did you really not replace the toilet paper, Vinyl?" With a tired frustrated sigh she hears her hop off the toilet, flushing it after. "Fine then."

Corrie realizes where this is going about a quarter second before it does. A small opening in the back of the shower stall allows Octavia's head to peek through. "I'll just steal some hot water and clean...Oh!"

Corrie can see the very crimson blush appearing on the mare's cheeks. Covering herself the best she can with her left hand in front of her nethers, right arm crossed over her small breasts, she can feel her own blush matching Octavia's.

Watching the dawning awareness of the situation in her purple eyes, as well as seeing the grey mare try to stammer out an apology, Corrie realized at that very moment this was her life now. A lot of it still felt strange, sure. And that will probably never truly fade away. She was an outsider in this brand new world, no matter how accommodating the little beings were. But this, this had a feeling of normalcy, something she would find on her own world after bringing home a Joygirl for the eve, usually after long night of dancing and drinks.

Laughing to herself at the folly of the situation she takes a quick step forward and kneels in front of the mare. Taking both of her hands to gently clasp her cheeks she leans in and kisses her as passionately as she can. She feels Octavia freeze for a moment, stunned at the turn of events before returning the kiss.

After a few long blissful moments of kissing the mare, Corrie pulls away slowly, just far enough to breathe in her captivating scent. "I'm sorry, Octavia." she whispers quietly.

Octavia opens her eyes and looks at Corrie dreamily. "For what, dear?" she inquires as she moves a hoof to rest gently on Corrie's cheek.

"For taking so long to decide if this was right for me. It's all so strange and new." Planting little kisses on the side of Octavia's mouth she continues. Kiss, whisper, kiss, a slow lick across the mare's lips before planting more gentle kisses on the other side of her mouth. "You pretty little thing you. You have my attention now". she finishes with pulling her in for another deep kiss.

"Oh really now?" Octavia says in a breathless voice. "And now that I am in your sights, whatever shall you do with me?" Blinking her eyes demurely while giving Corrie a coy smile.

Corrie responds with a low growl. "I have a hunger, mare." Trailing her mouth down the side of Octavia's face, worrying the skin and fur with her teeth in random spots on the way down to her neck.

Octavia gaps feeling the teeth on her skin. She can feel the muscles in her legs tightening in surprise. Little firework sensations in her nerves from the contact of those strange little teeth. "And what do you want to eat, Corrie?" the panting grey mare asks.

"Meat" Corrie whispers in hear ear, bringing her mouth up to the tip and biting gently before looking at Octavia's beautiful eyes.

For a moment Octavia almost gives in and shoves her way into the shower with the wet, slippery human. Instead she places a gentle hoof on her forehead and gives her a strong but playful shove backward. "Breakfast in bed, perhaps?" she says, tone all honey and promises before turning around and trotting to the doorway.

Corrie realizes she's going down, but not in the way she first intended. These earth ponies are so drekking strong! The shove was enough to put her off balance, slipping backwards on the now treacherous surface landing on her ass with a loud wet smack.

'Oh hells no!' Corrie thinks to herself while trying to get purchase to stand. Gripping the side of the tub she decides the little dirty fleeing mare needs a shower, indeed. With a snarl she fires on her Wired Reflexes to give chase to the mare having traction issues on the tile before her.

Watching Octavia in slow motion trying to gain traction was wildly humorous to the now rising human. Seeing her little hooves sliding with stretched out clopping noises, fighting for purchase all their own. To her surprise, and probably Octavia's as well she finds it. The clattering sounds replaced by a loud, slow "Huzzah!" as she bounds forward near the doorway.

With cat like agility Corrie uses the side of the tub to launch herself at her pray, making it halfway across the room in a bound. The gods of good karma gracing her with not slipping and breaking her fool neck while landing on the slippery tiles, she reaches out to grab the little mare.

Octavia brings her haunches under her and moves forward even faster, just out of her reach. Both of them making it out of the doorway at almost exactly the same moment, Corrie just centimeters behind her.

With triumphant yells both the mare and the maiden have the same idea. Simultaneously launching themselves in the air towards victory and the rewards in promised between the sheets for the two lovers.

"What in bucking Celestia's name were you thinking??" Vinyl belted out, nervously pacing on all fours in the living room in front of the coffee table. A bruised and concussed pair on the couch stared at each other and winced at the same time. "I could have killed you both! Do you think.... " Vinyl drones on worriedly.

Blah blah blah blah blah" was Corrie and Octavia could hear over the drumming headaches they both shared. The talking unicorn wasn't helping that much, at all. "Who knew startling a sleeping unicorn was a bad idea?" she whispered to Octavia, wincing at moving her head towards the mare's ear.

"Our fault really" Octavia responds, voice heavy in pain as she in turn winces at the loud barrage of worried words from Vinyl.

The redheaded woman nods slowly. "So I'm guessing breakfast is out of the question?" Corrie asks her, half jokingly.

"Hmm...Let me check my schedule...." moving a hoof across a pretend book in her lap she makes a pondering face. "No. Breakfast is out. Looks like Brunch will be cancelled as well, due to concussion I'm afraid". Giggling then groaning and holding her head in pain.

"How's dinner looking for you?" Corrie asks, trying to look seductive while crossing her eyes and making a pained face. Wincing again at the throbbing in her head she groans out a weak 'worth it' before staring into those gorgeous purple eyes.

Octavia snickers and grins at the human. Reaching out she grabs the pale hand with the metal fingers and gives it a gentle squeeze. Looking deeply into her little eyes, she huskily responds. "Dinner looks delicious to me." The look in response Corrie gives her makes her spine tingle and she shudders from it a little, never breaking eye contact. This was a thing that was going to happen, the grey mare determines. It will be done.

"Dinner?" Vinyl inturupts her own tirade to stare at the two on the couch, apparently having some sort of private moment. "What about breakfast? I'm starving!".