He liked shutting the curtains at night. Their hotel room could be completely darkened, leaving their bodies as the only sources of light. He could perfectly see the designs spinning just beneath her surface ‒ lazy waltzing while she relaxed, an accelerando as he traced them with his tongue, their erratic fluctuation when he played with her pleasure coding.

He could hardly get enough of it. The curves of her frame, seemingly simple, were so nuanced. He mapped them with his hands, feeling again and again to commit them to memory. He soaked in the sensation of her own fingers on his chest, his back, his waist, the curious pressure, the way her magnetic fields tensed with pleasure. They'd only been married for a matter of days, but he couldn't imagine ever being satisfied. So much to learn and all the time in the world.

Every time interfacing felt completely different than the last. Her artificial nervous system became familiar, like each time he sank into her coding, he returned home. Still, so much was new: he focused mainly on her reward modules, and while they allowed for different levels of intensity and combinations, he knew there was another world waiting for him if he borrowed some other sensations.

He had to start somewhere. Carefully selecting a pleasure code he knew she favored and honing in on a dull pain sensor, he fired both off at the same time. With a heated cry, her body jolted up against his, her hands scrabbling at his back, the lights under her metal flickering back and forth in a captivating sequence. The rebound pulled a groan from his own speakers, but that wasn't enough to reassure him.

"Was that alright?"

She pulled his lips down against her visor, sending his favorite light of all arcing across his tongue.

"Don't ask stupid questions."