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"God dammit..." she pulled her tank top back on and opened the windows, trying to dispel the scent of sex. Laila grumbled, she was so frustrated, she hadn't asked the other woman to reciprocate because she knew for a fact that the girl wasn't interested in her goods. She tore the sheets off the bed and caught the shimmer out of the corner of her eye; the spicy scent much muskier then it had been in the past. Dismissing it, she pulled the sheets with her toward the wash room, stepping in to the little room she opened a fold away door and threw the sheets in with some clothes that needed to be run through wash. Pulling down a fresh set of sheets she stalked back out to her bed and threw them on the mattress...

"God dammit!" she said again, she could feel herself soaking through her panties. "I am too fucking desperate for my own good..." she went back to the wash room and turned on the shower, stripping she stepped under the water, she supposed that it wasn't too cold. Perhaps she should just keep showering here, to avoid any more curious nurses. Laila sighed. The cool water was not cooling her raging desire. The apparition appeared in the door way, watching her turned back, taking in her quickly diminishing scent. It situated itself by the sink tucking its giant feet around a white porcelain fixture, it watched as she moaned and sank to the floor of the shower, one of her hands turning the water pressure to a mere dribble, the other working between her legs. It lifted its head as her scent flared violently.

Laila's head fell back as she worked herself, her lower lip caught in her teeth. She moaned softly, peaking her pleasure, teasing herself to the precipice. The spicy musk invaded her senses again and she whimpered, she could almost taste it. She lifted her head, and opened her mouth, allowing the scent to circulate through her olfactory. She gasped and cried out softly as orgasm tore through her.

The apparition tightly held on to an appreciative growl. Her pheromones were wreaking havoc on his senses. He heard her sigh, still on the floor as she turned the water on, washing away the scent of her desire. Deciding to exit the room before she finished, the apparition slipped out, situating himself by a folding door that afforded him an excellent view of the woman's sleeping mat.

He watched silently as she came out of the bathing chamber, wrapped in a fluffy piece of fabric that barely covered her ample bosom let alone her muscular buttocks. Laila quickly shifted the towel from her body to her hair, working the wet locks vigorously; glad she kept her living area to neat. She quickly redressed the bed and closed the windows, making sure the curtains were tightly drawn. Looking at the time she groaned again, and deciding she absolutely would not get up at morning call, she stuffed a couple decorative pillows in the widows by her bed and unfolded a light blanket over her sheets, crawling in she sighed, still haunted by that delicious spicy scent.

Morning announcements blared relentlessly.

"All personnel having interacted with First Sergeant Collins in the last twenty-four hours are to report last interaction to base ops immediately."

Laila looked up from her pillow "I'm not personnel." She flopped back down pulling an extra pillow over her head. She was drifting happily when a shuffling noise caught her attention, looking up and glancing around she saw nothing out of the ordinary. She narrowed her eyes at a faint shimmer near her closet, she inhaled deeply. Half shrugging to herself she plopped back down, pulled her pillow over her head and went back to sleep.

Three hours passed quietly before her alarm began serenading her with the Sting Quartet in F Major by Hayden Franz Joseph. She grumbled and sat up, pulling her sheets up to cover her bare breasts. She flailed at the clock until it shut up. Lying back, Laila stretched, cracking her shoulders and then her elbows followed by her wrists and fingers. Canting her hips up and to the right and then the left she realigned her spine. Next she lifted one of her legs, hugging it to her torso she pressed sideways, popping her left hip then right. She flexed her knees, rotated her ankles and scrunched toes, cracking the air pockets from them. Groaning she sat up again, checking the curtains before she stood, stretching one more.

�Dear lord I hate mornings...� She hooked her fingers through the side band of Sarah's panties and snatched up the bra. �Too bad they won't fit.� wandering over to the bathroom she tossed the intimates in to the hamper and switched the bedding into the dryer. Looking into the mirror over the sink she hissed, her hair was a mess. Brushing it quickly she pulled it back in to a thick pony tail and brushed her teeth. After feeling marginally more human Laila went back to her living area, selecting her clothing for the day. She stared in to her abysmally boring underwear drawer. No lace or flirty thongs, no racy silk confections. Shrugging she pulled on a comfortable pair of cotton boy shorts and a cotton demi cup. It wasn't like she had anyone to impress. Pulling on a little used pair of Bermuda shorts she looked around for her basket of clean but unsorted laundry. Heading toward the closet she noticed the shimmer lingering by the fold-away door.

She crouched down sifting through the giant pile of shirts; she focussed on the presence beside her. It was certainly warm. Hot, in fact. Yanking out a shirt she pulled it on and moved away quickly, pulling on a pair of socks as she made her way to the kitchenette.

Drawing herself a glass of water and picking up an orange she went to the table. Studying the apparition she pulled her chair around to face it. Sitting and looking directly at the disturbance in the air, she effectively blocked it from exiting the flat. Laila began to tear at the thick rind of the orange, pulling it away in large chunks; she set them aside on the table. Focussing on the warm, shimmering something she contemplated it. Certainly, it had been this being that had been following her around. She succeeded in relieving the orange of its skin. It smelled delicious, its scent going quite nicely with the orange oil that hung in the air. She tore at the globe of soft flesh, rending it in two. This being was quite large; probably larger than she could fully appreciate, with its line disrupted by what looked like heat distortion. Male, perhaps? She thought, recalling the distinct musky tang the scent had adopted during her liaison with Sarah.

Moaning softly as she recalled the dark musky scent-taste, she began to tear segments of the orange off, bringing them to her mouth to enjoy the robust flavour. She continued to watch him, orange juice staining her fingers. Laila quirked a brow, becoming excited. Observing the observer, she wondered what he saw. Wondered why he was here, following her around like some semi-intangible puppy.

A smart rap sounded at her door. Sighing she finished her orange, wiped her hands and opened the door. A sharply dressed military policeman stood, looking quite out of place in the corrugated metal hallway that married her apartment to her laboratory. Stepping aside quickly she waved him in.

�Petty Officer Allen.�

�Laila Acerbi, please have a seat.� She pulled back a chair for him. �What can I do for you?�

He brushed an invisible piece of lint from his painfully clean uniform, tugged on the stiff starched collar of his impeccable fatigues. Suppressing an eye roll at his preening she sat.

�Sergeant Collins was found murdered this morning around 0400.� He looked at Laila sharply; she stared back at him in shock.

�Murdered?� She repeated, feeling very lost.

�His head and spine had been removed from his body and he had been skinned.� He looked utterly at ease with the information, Laila felt slightly ill.

�... Skinned...? How... I mean, how could even tell who it was?�

�His uniform was not far from the body.� he gave her another significant look �had you seen the Sergeant yesterday?�

�Yes... Once in the morning before I started for field study and then again when I was on the way back to the lab... It was probably just after six the first time, and then perhaps ten thirty or eleven the second time.�

�Did you and the Sergeant have a relationship?� Officer Allen's tone implied what sort of relationship he meant. Laila couldn't help the look of revulsion that flashed across her face.

�No. Never.�

�Did he approach you?� again his tone carried the implication of his question.

�Well yes. He approached every girl on base... I repeatedly turned him down. I had no interest in him.� She shook her head, pushing stray hairs out of her face. �It was sort of a sore point between us... He'd always come bothering me and I'd always tell him to take a hike.�

�Did he proposition you yesterday?�

�Yeah... I mean, no more verbally than he usually did. I was really upset yesterday, though. I got pretty snappish with him.�

�Why were you upset?�

�I thought he was following me, you know? I was trying to do my field work, and I couldn't find any insects, but I could hear leaves shifting, and I felt like I was being watched... I thought it was Collins... and then when I was coming back to the lab, he just turned up beside me, saying what a tease I was. I yelled at him.�

�Did the confrontation turn physical?� There was a gleam in the Petty Officer's eye, like a cat about to pounce.

�No.� she said firmly. �I walked off and came back to my lab. I was in here all the rest of the day.�

�What time did you come back?�

�Around eleven, like I said.� Laila didn't like what he was implying.

�Do you have any witnesses? I'll need something to corroborate your alibi.�

�Not until well in to the evening, around seven or eight... One of the nurses stopped by for dinner.� she hoped fervently that he didn't ask which one, as she realised she hadn't gotten Sarah's last name.

�So I'm told.� he sneered, looking at her with distaste.

�Excuse me?� Suspicion she could handle, but rudeness was uncalled for.

�Don't play stupid, half the base knows that it wasn't dinner that you were eating.�

Laila huffed; she couldn't believe she was being chastised for lesbian affairs when there was a dead Sergeant that needed to be taken care of.

�Yes it was. I had mock duck with vegetables.�

�And several glasses of wine?� He gestured to the bottle on the counter top.

�Yeah, we got a bit pissed. Big deal, what's this have to do with a dead guy in the forest?�

�Quite a lot. You're a lesbian separatist, hate men, like your women drunk and have no faith.� he looked as though everything made perfect sense to him. His tone was condescending as he addressed her.

�... What?� Laila was having quite a bit of trouble following his logic.

�He wanted to give you what you had been missing, introduce you to proper God-fearing relations, and you couldn't stand the thought. Lead him out into the woods, kill him, come back and seduce an innocent woman.�

�How did you even fucking come up with that!� Laila was getting angry; she could feel her face growing hot. She hated idiots.

�Well, you kept turning down a superior officer-� She cut him off angrily �I am not in the Army!� he continued �you took advantage of a drunk woman-� Laila jumped in again �she wanted something I couldn't give her, I sent her on her way.� he kept going �And it's obvious by your attire that you lack proper fear of God.� he motioned to her shirt.

Laila paused looking down at her shirt; in violent letters it proclaimed �FUCK YOUR GOD�. She hadn't realised this was the shirt she pulled on.

�It's the title of an album by a garage band in Austen, Texas. It has nothing to do with the church. That aside, I doubt you have the proper fear of god. You're probably some filthy fucking Protestant or something. If you had any sense of the bible you'd be devoutly Russian Orthodox.� She sniffed, bringing a crucifix out from under her shirt, thanking whatever deity would listen for her mother giving the necklace to her. Petty Officer Allen stiffened considerably; she preened mentally at having struck a deep vein.

�Those of the Russian Orthodoxy cross themselves improperly.�

Stifling herself she ground out �This is why the Schism happened. Get the fuck out of my house; I don't need any devil worshipers tarnishing my stoop, thanks.� Laila stood swiftly opening the door and motioning intently. �Up and at 'em soldier, I have better things to do with my time than trying to convert a staunch heretic.� he jerked and stood, glaring at her, unable to loom effectively with only an inch on her.

�We will be talking again Ms. Acerbi.�

�I hope not. Godspeed.� Laila snapped the door shut her previous desire very much dead. She huffed. She returned her gaze to the apparition, she noticed he shifted. �Well, that was certainly an excellent way to start my weekend.�

Moving back to the kitchen she drew herself a glass of water and set to making a grocery list. Eventually she moved toward her closet, the apparition staying unnervingly still. Inhumanly so, she thought in the dark recesses of her brain. Snatching the basket of clean clothing, she headed back toward the bed, made it quickly, and started folding and putting away the laundry. The dryer buzzed loudly.

�What timing.� she said appreciatively, putting the pile of her shirts away. Bringing her basket a long with her, she dumped the hot, clean bedding in to it. Standing she began to fold them, becoming acutely aware of the presence moving around. Ignoring it, she simply laid the fitted sheet on top of the dryer, and began folding the cover sheet, startling when she caught the shimmer with the corner of her eye. He seemed to be making for the door, like she wouldn't notice, her raw nerves grated.

�What the hell are you doing in here anyway?� he was much larger than she had previously thought, towering well above anyone she had seen on base. Even though she couldn't get a good read on how large he really was, she could easily tell that he was well within the danger zone of hitting her eight foot ceilings if he rocked on to the balls of his feet. He turned toward her, she wasn't about to back down, she was almost pulling for a fight; she was irritated, frustrated and hungry.

�Who are you anyway... stalking me like some half invisible love-sick teen-ager? Were you assigned to keep an eye on me or something?� Laila was feeling mean. She really wanted to have a nice lunch and go back to bed, she hated idiots, and she hated being interrogated. She also hated being ignored. The Apparition shifted, remained silent.

�What the fuck, dude? Can't you answer, or is this some top secret bullshit? I fucking hate the military.� she snapped, turning back to her folding, growling in irritation when she had to refold her sheet. She heard the door open,

�Don't let the door hit you on the ass on the way out.� it closed with a snap.

Laila thought for a moment. Perhaps she shouldn't have gotten snappish; it seemed to be becoming a habit recently. She half shrugged to herself, finished folding her sheets and tucked them up into their appropriate shelves. Returning to her table she grabbed her grocery list and basket and headed for the MX.
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