This is super short, but I'm just trying something out. This takes place some time in the distant future.
She was a Linked In. She had been at the top of all of her computer science courses, good enough to become a computer herself. She had ports on her body to wire her in like she was a hard drive. She was meant to expand the abilities of computers beyond that which could be accomplished with a keyboard and screen. She thought accepting the job was like making a deal with the devil. The company promised her riches and benefits, but the cost was great. Everyone had their head shaved entirely for the port, and most couldn't continue working by the time they had reached a buzz cut. Her blond hair was almost to her waist now.
She loved her job. Linking in was like no other experience. It was opening her eyes and taking a breath for the first time. It was knowledge flowing into her and growing and understanding. It was leaving her skin behind and discovering how to touch all over again. It had everything to do with her mind. She would spend all of her time at work if it wasn't for him.
He had met her as she'd almost reached a buzz cut, her body frail, white, and fading. He was clever and observant, and she liked that. He was new knowledge, subjective. He taught her the difference between generating and creating. He infused, gave, treated her to an all different experience. It had nothing to do with her head and everything to do with her body. Things she had forgotten or thought she no longer cared about.
It was the heat of the sun on her skin, tanning and freckling. It was the scent of roses after they had been doused in rain filling her nose. It was the feel of expensive fabric sliding over her body. It was the yellow of a sunflower blinding her in golden afternoon sunlight. It was the taste of his rich, home cooked food heavy and flavorful on her tongue. It was the morning after a cold snap stinging her nose when he convinced her to take a walk with him. It was his calloused hands and warm lips exploring her skin, and her hands trying to memorize the feel of his; muscle, bone, and heat beneath it.
She was the best in her field. Sometimes, she wondered if he was the one that made her so. She didn't care as much about the title as she thought she would. She loved her job, and she loved him. She would give up neither.
I guess I was just trying out writing descriptions more than anything else. Please review!