Hot Restart: Deleted Scene (Spoilerific Tier) (Patreon)

Hey, if you picked up HOT RESTART, thank you so much! This is for you!

If you haven't read Hot Restart, um... well, this isn't not for you, but it's probably a spoiler and kinda gonna be out of context, 'cause it's a deleted scene.

But it's full of sexytimes, so hey, why not?

SO. Chapter Six ends with Riley & Selene hooking up, and Chapter Seven cuts in with the pair still/again enjoying some sexytimes after a POV shift to Selene. From there we move into some relationship-establishing dialogue. My wise editor advise me to this down for pacing, because the point of "okay things have gotten sexy" had already been made. And I figured, eh, my Patreon supporters will still get to see it eventually, right?

So here's how Chapter Seven originally played out!

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Analysis: decrease in range of motion diminishes response intensity by 6.24% across priority parameters for self and 8.7% for subject-partner’s parameters.

Recommendation: increase incline by .57 degrees and force by 7 kPa for optimal results.

Execute.

Selene drew Riley deeper with the next rock of her hips and the slight tightening of her legs around him. Her moan came on its own, involuntary and sincere. The slightest breath from her partner tripped another analysis and recommendation before she repeated the motion. He gasped again, hands on her ass tensing without squeezing, altering another stream of data. Her grind continued.

Analysis and adjustment continued in the cognitive background. Most of her attention focused on tactile sensory feeds, secondary effects through her body, and most especially her involuntary responses. She loved those. She loved his, too.

“Nnf,” Riley grunted, thrusting up while those welcome hands urged her down again.

Another data stream. Quantification. Analysis. Subject-partner’s response show increases in positive non-verbal feedback.

Riley, she corrected internally. She’d intended to do that in their first tryst, and the second, but kept getting distracted by her immersive focus. Edits promptly took hold, both going forward and retroactively for her records. Selene leaned forward to kiss him. The move countered recommendations and disrupted the optimized range of motion, but Selene didn’t care. She wanted to kiss him, so she did. He kissed back with surprise, but then welcome.

Partial re-assessment in progress. Estimated time to climax likely extended.

Good, she thought, and went back to ignoring the data streams—after returning to that optimized range of motion on top of him. Detailed quantitative analysis could wait until she had nothing better to do and could use a pleasant activity. She knew more than enough to continue exactly this way regardless.

She loved fucking him, and particularly loved being on top. Her position and motion might wear down a natural human body faster, but she didn’t have those problems. She also loved every other option and technique they had tried so far. To her surprise, some were almost too good.

Riley’s mouth could work wonders between her legs, only to leave her overtaken by the urge to give back and do more. Conflicting urges and conflicting pleasures became her new favorite problem. She wanted to experiment and analyze and practice at length. There was no way to fail and no way to lose.

Multiple trysts over thirty-two hours presumably offered too narrow a sample size for such a broad determination, but it felt right. She loved that feeling.

“Oh god, Selene,” Riley murmured. Deep thrusts sent delicious sensations through her core and beyond. The sound of her name like that set off a matching thrill that couldn’t be quantified at all. “You’re… nnf,” he grunted again.

“Yes,” she hissed at him, this time holding to the motion rather than giving in to the urge to kiss him again. She wanted release, and his, too. “More, Riley. So good.”

UPDATE: Arrival at destination in fifteen minutes. Automated port control information signal received. Queries:

“Mmh! Damn! Not now!” Selene gasped. Tremors heralding the point of no return already ran through her. She rocked against Riley again, not stopping now, not even for the messages from the ship’s systems and the red and white text superimposed over her vision just as she had programmed hours ago.

“What?” Riley asked, wondering if something was wrong, concern for her coming to the fore as it always did, even now at the worsttime for him to be so mindful and considerate.

Selene kept grinding, focusing on sensation and pace until biology overwhelmed technology. Formless, colorful stars burst behind her eyelids and faintly blotted out all the text and graphics. Spasms of pleasure erupted at her core and radiated through the rest of her body. She felt another release through her partner before she was done. She slowed, clinging to him, wanting to let him savor it like she did.

The notifications kept on flashing. Selene laid against Riley and breathed with him.

“Hey,” he said, fingers running through her hair and caressing her back.

“Mmmh,” she purred.

“You alright?”

“Yes. I received a series of navigational and transmission notifications. Unexpectedly, given the circumstances.” She lifted her head and swept her dark hair aside to grin at him. “My timing may have faltered under higher priorities.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes. We have arrived.”

“…is that an innuendo?” he asked.

She laughed. The urge to plant another long, soft kiss on his neck took hold. She followed it.

“I suppose we ought to get dressed. Not enough time to get cleaned up first,” said Riley.

“Visual communications aren’t required locally. I should focus on piloting, but we do not need clothing until after we land,” said Selene.

Then it was his turn to laugh. Evaluations flashed across her pathways, determining that he interpreted her statement as a joke. Selene identified the unpleasant and negative sensations from her abdomen and chest as manifestations of disappointment, mild but notably contrasting with the rest of her emotions. Dialogue programs mapped out pathways of response: clarification, persuasion, negotiation, deception, reversal.

She canceled the latter two options without review. Before she made a choice, her hesitation inadvertently spoke for her.

“Hey,” Riley said softly. His fingers brushed through her hair. “Did I take that wrong?”

“I am not distressed,” said Selene. “However, my comment was not intended as humor.”

“That sounds like there’s more in mind than the moment?” he replied.

His touch across her back felt good. She still savored his naked body beneath hers. Despite her urge to stay in place, Selene determined the potential utility of conversation. She sat up in the bed beside him. Like his voice, his facial expression indicated care and concern. Though optimal for conversation, her dialogue mapping and psychological files warned of danger and probability of sub-optimal outcomes.

She canceled all but the most honest pathways.

“I desire continued and extensive sexual interaction with you,” said Selene. Riley blinked. She identified the problem immediately. “Apologies. Precision language may present a sub-optimal pathway regarding this subject.”

“Hey, no,” he said, again patient and reassuring. His slight grin dramatically altered all of her probabilities and reassessments. “Same.”

“I have not yet elaborated.”

“Okay. I’m listening. I like what I hear so far.”

“I am concerned you underestimate my interest,” she admitted. “My protocols warn against being elaboration. Studies and personal experience suggest human interest in sex is often overstated. ‘The idea is sometimes more appealing than the reality,’ to quote one study. My interests appear significantly beyond reported averages.”

“Is this about kinks?” he asked.

“Potentially. My primary concern is a matter of frequency and intensity. Despite my emotions and biology, I am also part machine. Humans exhibit cycles of rising and falling interest in various behaviors, whereas I am inclined toward pursuit of optimal states as a default norm. Even when not engaged in sexual activity, I would prefer a sexualized behavioral context with you whenever circumstances allow.”

Selene noted a slight rise of color to his face and other indicators of embarrassment. Again, a rush of concern sent her rapidly searching her protocols for options of recovery. Then she heard the amusement in his voice. “Are you worried you’ll intimidate me?” he asked.

“Yes. Additional concerns include potential feelings of objectification, eventual degradation of sexual desire through familiarity and routine, and exhaustion.”

“Selene, I am not going to get tired of sex with you.”

“Study suggests this is a common misperception at the start of a relationship.”

“Everybody takes those chances. Are there deviations in those studies?” asked Riley.

“Naturally.”

“Then I think we’re likely to deviate, because you’re amazing and I… I’m happy to hear you say all this. You don’t even know.”

Selene held her outward calm, but she felt her hopes rise. She felt new arousal, too. She felt so many things, and wanted more. “Elaborate.”

“Um. I’m.” He struggled for words and frowned, but in apparent good humor. “I guess the easy answer is I’m hornier than I usually let on. I haven’t lived that kind of life. Just wished I could.”

“That aligns with your average vitals and body language compared with your sexual virility and performance over the last thirty-two hours.”

He correctly guessed he was blushing, but shrugged it off. “Sex is all tangled up with so much garbage and abuse. I never wanted anyone to get the wrong idea. Eliza liked sex, but she liked the idea and the talk more, and I didn’t want her to feel… I don’t know. I kept things to myself, and that was fine. I didn’t break up with her over lack of sex.”

“But you wanted more, even if that was not a factor?” asked Selene.

“Yeah,” he admitted.

“Monogamously, or promiscuously?” She noted his hesitation. “I would prefer an honest and intimate answer rather than an effort to align with presumed expectations or societal norms. You will not upset or offend me.”

That made him hesitate further, but his nonverbal reactions indicated acceptance. “I like the idea a lot, but it all comes down to execution, right? Like I said, you’ve gotta be careful when it comes to sex. People know it’s a great way to exploit other people, y’know? Lots of things are a nice fantasy, but when you see it, you wonder if it’s a trap. Sometimes it is.”

“Would a highly sexualized artificial combat construct qualify as a trap?” she teased.

“I was thinking more of all the emotional and social manipulation around sex, but sure.”

“I possess considerable programming to this effect. I am uninterested in exercising these options, particularly with you.”

“Kinda figured. That’s why I was willing to take the risk.”

“Such tactics often rely upon the consequences of third parties becoming aware of the target’s sexual behavior, exploiting jealousy, insecurity, or the adherence to religious values or other common social norms and taboos. I have no such exploitable factors.”

“You sure about that?” asked Riley.

“I am certain, given available data. Additional experience and data may prompt reevaluation. Regardless, under current parameters I would assure you I have no objections to increased and varied sexual activity.”

“Um. Wow.”

“We have less than one minute before final approach,” said Selene. “I am eager to continue with this discussion later. I anticipate it may become my favorite topic. In the interim, do you confirm a desire for an ongoing highly sexualized relationship and shared lifestyle?”

“God yes,” Riley answered.

“Same.”