<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2013/053/1/6/16765d6dbbab2fe707faca3315a8cea2-d5k4jy8.png)</div><strong>Jeanette Gagarin<br/>Roxi's Garage</strong><br/><br/>Jeanette was in no state to resist Roxi’s advance, though she certainly wouldn’t have, were she able. “You fox,” she whispered after it ended. “You better be careful, or I’ll eat you instead.” That was supposed to have sounded sexy, but on second thought, maybe it just sounded silly… After rolling her eyes at herself, she found them lingering on Roxi again, drinking in her green eyes, strawberry lips, and for a longer, instinctual moment, her plush, wonderful breasts. A deep breath was needed to quash her urges, but she was only mostly successful, leaning down to plant a suckle on the nearest nipple.<br/><br/>“Nurgh. Breakfast, right…” As she rose to get dressed, her all-tool pinged again.<em>Saw you were awake, left you a present outside. –T</em>Jeanette paused for a moment.<em>Was that birdbrain watching us? Eh… better if I don’t know.</em>Lifting up the garage door slightly, she saw the briefcase sitting seemingly unattended. Jeanette pulled it in quickly and shut the door. With a wink to Roxi, she stripped back down, then retrieved her panties and put them back on.<br/><br/>Nudging the case with a foot, it opened up into the familiar boots, which she stepped into. The cords felt their way up her body, wrapping around her neck, and the armor plates started rapidly settling themselves into place. Jeanette inhaled sharply as the biosensors stuck into her; the hangover had made her especially sensitive, but as the anti-intoxicants instantly started swirling in her system, her head started to clear.<br/><br/>A few rapid blinks and Jeanette was back to one hundred percent. Retrieving her sidearm and clipping it to her hip, she flashed a winning smile at her lover. “Need a bodyguard, madam?”