Thank you guys so far for the kind comments! I've been attempting to write more but real life caught up with me and…well, it took a while. I'm sure you all understand that! :D

I'm afraid this chapter has smut – and some others will too, I suspect. Not every chapter will be smut, of course, but I just felt I'd warn you guys! The smut won't be regular, just a few instances here and there, I promise :)

Also there's way too much fluff and "Daniels dwelling on her feelings for Walter" but oops ;)

Anywho, let's continue on with the fic!

Sundays were the usual day off within the colony; for some of the colonists, there were religious connotations to having a Sunday free of work, whereas for the non-religious inhabitants it was simply nice to have a designated day to relax on each week. Usually the day was spent having fun outdoors, weather permitting, or simply taking the time to do nothing at all.

Living in a cabin a short distance away from the colony provided Walter and Daniels with more privacy than anyone else; it wasn't too far away to be completely isolated, but secluded enough to provide some peace and quiet when needed, no matter what the day of the week. It was a relief to be able to escape to this cabin – their cabin, their home – away from it all sometimes, and it was something that they enjoyed together.

When Daniels woke up that morning, groggily attempting to open her eyes, Walter was pressing small kisses to her shoulder – he had started to do this regularly when she had mentioned that she liked it – and she couldn't help but smile sleepily to herself. "Morning to you too."

"Good morning, Danny," Walter greeted, sitting back. "Did you sleep well?"

She yawned, stretching out beneath the duvet and opening her eyes to look at him. "Yeah, like a baby." There was no point in asking how he slept for he didn't sleep – though, as he had told her on numerous occasions, he could imitate it whilst charging his batteries or performing updates on his main circuits. As she sat up, she could smell something delicious in the air. "What're you making for breakfast?"

"I have prepared your coffee, the way that you like it," He informed her. "And bacon and eggs with toast. Is that acceptable?"

A tired chuckle escaped her mouth. "Yeah, that sounds great, Walter. Thanks."

Walter excelled well in the kitchen and garden, or so he had continued to tell her every day since they'd first met; he hadn't been wrong either, given that the food he made was delicious and their greenhouse of plants flourished well under his gentle touch. Not a single plant had died thanks to Walter, and she often thought that his plants were the closest things to actual children he had.

For some reason, the thought suddenly made her heart ache in her chest now. There was no need to get upset over it, she scolded herself, forcing herself to think of something else as she sat herself down in the kitchen; it wasn't as if she hadn't known, going into their relationship, that synthetics were quite incapable of procreating, but for some reason the thought was less than pleasant.

Stop, Daniels told herself firmly, tucking into her breakfast quickly in the hopes that it would prevent her from dwelling on this thought: You're being stupid. Walter's not upset about it, for one…stop it.

Meanwhile, Walter had taken a seat opposite her and started to read a book; in the early days of their cohabitation, he had merely watched her eat – it was only when she had gently informed him that it was slightly disconcerting to be watched so keenly while eating that he had started reading or busying himself with other things while she ate. She had once suggested that he eat with her, but he reminded her that he didn't need to eat – he could, if required, so as to seem more like his human companions, but he didn't receive nourishment of any kind from it.

"You know," Daniels started through a mouthful of bacon, grinning at him from across the table. "Sunday is supposed to be a break from work – that includes a break from reading terraforming instruction guides."

"I'm not doing it for work," He said calmly, not even raising his eyes. "I find it interesting."

Of course he does, She thought fondly; he liked to learn whatever he could, liked increasing the data he had stored away. It didn't exactly sound appealing to her, but each to their own; it was something he seemed to like doing, and it was honestly endearing to see him avidly read instruction manuals.

It was these things that made him the Walter she loved – the small little quirks that made him Walter – and she honestly wouldn't have changed them for anything in the universe.

They spent most of the day out on the porch of the cabin, lazily watching the hours pass together. After a brief lunch, Walter brought out a book to read and, after a few minutes of silence, Daniels asked if he would read it to her; he had the most soothing voice, one that never failed to keep her calm, and she was soon content to lie on the porch bench with her head against his chest and the open book in front of them both as he read.

The plot of the book wasn't really important – it was more the fact they were pressed so close together, really, enjoying each other's company.

It was inevitable that their afternoon was interrupted a few times; usually it was the children from the colony, their parents close behind, appearing to ask Walter questions about random things, things that he knew because you're the synthetic and you know everything. He politely answered all queries and requests, smiling at the children as they beamed in response and waved him goodbye once more. The sight made Daniels grin, though there was a small ache in her chest that she couldn't quite place for some reason; she forgot about it quickly enough, however, when her synthetic would return to sit behind her once more with the book in his hands.

They remained like this until the evening, at which point Walter put down the book; they merely sat together to watch the sun set against an orange summer sky. With her head pressed against his chest, Daniels could feel the steady thump of his synthetic heartbeat – he didn't have a heart, exactly, but a system that pumped the white liquid latex fluid around his body, and it made a noise similar to that of a human heartbeat. It always remained at the same pace, no matter what, and she found it extremely calming to listen to; it reminded her that he was alive, just like any creature, and that he wasn't really that different from the ordinary human – even if some colonists thought otherwise.

His body was warm against her own, even as a slight chill blew through the air, and she felt so safe in that moment, so loved, that she couldn't help but smile to herself widely: their day wasn't a terribly exciting one, true, but it was perfect to her – to them – and she wouldn't have it any other way.

The darkness of night followed the sunset, a calm silence settling in the atmosphere; Walter didn't move beyond adjusting his arms around Daniels so that his joints wouldn't lock or stiffen, though he did clear his throat to get her attention.

"Are you feeling hungry?" He asked quietly, audible enough for just her to hear. "I could prepare you dinner before you go to sleep."

She shook her head, leaning back into him more. "No, I'm not hungry. Thanks though, Walter."

Another silence fell between them, a companionable one, and for a few minutes she seemed content to merely look out at the calm environment around them. A few fireflies started to dart about, but beyond that there seemed to be little evidence of anyone else being nearby.

"I wanna go for a swim," Daniels said suddenly, struggling to sit up.

Walter tilted his head, immediately dropping his arms so that she could get up. "Swimming?"

"In the lake," She confirmed, nodding her head; her eyes were bright and eager as she looked at him, excitement evident. "We haven't been swimming in the lake in…in months, and it's the middle of summer so it's the perfect time for it."

He seemed to consider this for a moment, gaze trained on her. "I see. It will be colder than usual as it's night now – but if you want to go swimming, then I will go inside to get the bathing suits-"

"No," Daniels interrupted, her grin wicked. "No bathing suits – we should go in naked."

Walter, personally, had no issue with his own nudity – he was not equipped with an ego or any form of self-consciousness – and he was not particularly bothered if someone saw him naked. Humans, however, did have many ideas about the propriety of nudity, whether it be their own or someone else's, and it was this that made him frown slightly. "There is a chance someone will see us."

"No one's gonna come and bother us now," She brushed off with a shrug. "It's getting late, and hardly anyone will wanna walk up here in the dark. Besides, I'm not ashamed about my body – it's not like there's much to look at anyway."

He blinked, head cocked. "You are…referring to your breasts? I think it's important I inform you that a smaller breast size does not equal inadequacy – in fact, there are many who prefer-"

"I was kidding," Daniels laughed, standing up; without warning, she shucked off her t-shirt and reached for the band of her shorts. "Are you gonna strip too or do I have to go it alone?"

Walter didn't even hesitate as he stood, reaching to pull his hoodie over his head. "If you're sure you want to do this, then I will come with you."

They both finished undressing, folding their clothes and leaving them on the porch; he noticed her giving a rather appreciative glance at the sight of him naked before she made her way toward the lake with him close behind her. His estimations had been correct, of course, for the water was cold that evening – not cold enough to worry about his lover catching hyperthermia but still cold – and he made a note to himself to monitor the temperature in case of any sudden changes.

Daniels didn't seem to share his concern in the slightest, charging straight ahead into the water and waving at him to join her. "Come on, don't get scared on me!"

"I do not get scared," Walter reminded her as he started to wade through the lake towards her. "Fear is a human emotion, one that I am incapable of."

She huffed out a laugh as she moved further out. "Come on then – don't make me swim on my own!"

Walter wasn't specifically equipped to swim – he was equipped for space travel, to look after cargo and passengers on a colony ship; swimming in lakes or similar bodies of water were not a specialty of his, though he was capable of doing it. Daniels liked swimming, however, as she liked many other physical activities, and if it was something that she enjoyed doing then he was more than happy to join her on any occasion.

It didn't take long for him to catch up with her as he moved through the water, keeping his eyes on her naked form; she was grinning as he got closer, her hair now dripping wet. "Isn't this great? Just us two and the lake… It's so peaceful and quiet." She gave a sigh, tilting her head back to look at the sky as she floated. "I could lie like this all day."

"While that does sound relaxing," Walter acknowledged. "I don't think it would be beneficial for yourself or the colony in the future."

She rolled her eyes affectionately. "No, I guess not. We never seem to get time to ourselves though… There's always someone who wants one of us for something, and it just… I dunno, it gets tiring sometimes."

"We are alone now though."

"Yeah," Daniels agreed softly, now looking at him; something seemed to burn in her eyes as she moved closer, her arms slipping out of the water and over his shoulders. "I like having you to myself."

Her breasts were pressing against his bare chest, wet skin on skin. "I like us being alone too," He stated, giving her a small smile – he knew what she wanted, given how she was pressing herself against him, and a part of his programming started to stir in response. "Being with you in the cabin is where I feel I belong."

"And you're not programmed to be romantic," She teased, tilting her head up so that her lips edged closer to his.

Walter's mouth covered her own immediately, and she groaned into the kiss as her fingers reached to comb through his hair; her legs were suddenly hooked around his waist, eager to get closer, and his hands gripped her rear to support her. His programming was running at full-speed now, reacting to the way she was pressed against him – and he couldn't help the inevitable stiffening of certain body parts, the way it always reacted when she was intimate with him; it only ever happened with her, only whenever she touched him.

Daniels seemed to realize that he had started to grow an erection too, gasping against his mouth. "Fuck," She muttered as they separated, clinging to him. "Yes, Walter, yes."

"You wanted to swim in the lake," He reminded her, though he himself had no wishes to swim when she was pressed against him like this.

"Fuck swimming in the lake," She retorted, leaning into him. "I want you to fuck me."

He was only somewhat surprised by this – her behaviour had indicated that she wanted sexual contact, after all – and he tilted his head with a knowing smile. "Alright, Danny."

Walter's arms were strong and secure as they held her against him, making his way back towards their cabin; she kissed him as he carried her, a heated desperateness that he had no problems in matching. It didn't take long for him to make his way back to the grass, the cabin just a few feet away, and he started to walk towards it.

Daniels groaned, tugging on his hair. "No, don't bother with the bed – do it here. Please, Walter…"

He was careful as he laid her down on the ground, covering her body with her own; the cool air of the night had made her nipples erect, and they pushed into his chest. Her legs fell open for him, inviting him to move between them, her hands running over every inch of his skin she could reach. As their mouths met, he slowly ran a hand down her body and to the juncture between her thighs – she was wet already in a way that had nothing to do with the water from the lake, much to his satisfaction.

She whimpered at the feeling of his fingers running over her slit, hips bucking against his hand. "Come on, Walter – I can't wait any longer!"

Walter gave himself a few strokes, just to make sure he was fully prepared, before positioning himself at her entrance. She cried out as he pushed his hips forwards and slid into her slowly, hands gripping at his shoulders and nails digging into his skin, and he couldn't help but give a quiet moan at the feeling; she was so hot and tight around him, so perfect, that it came out naturally.

"Walter," Daniels mumbled, voice breathless and needy. "Fuck…"

He started to thrust, slowly at first so that he didn't hurt her in any way, lowering his head to kiss at her neck; he could feel her heartbeat through her body, could feel her heels digging into his lower back as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her whimpers and groans encouraged him to move faster, pushing into her as far as he could each time – he wanted to hear her make more of these sounds, wanted to be the reason why she arched and cried out.

"Danny," He muttered, leaning in to kiss her on the mouth.

"I love you," She murmured, one hand moving to cup his face; her eyes were wide and adoring as they looked at him – it had been the way she used to look at her late husband, he had noticed on several occasions, and it pleased him more than he cared to admit. "I love you so much."

Walter paused, looking down at her; as a synthetic, he was not supposed to 'love' – it was a human emotion, one he was supposed to be incapable of. But it was undeniable, even to him, that he loved her too; perhaps he didn't love her like another human would have, but he did love her – and a part of him knew he always would.

"Walter?"

"I love you too, Danny," He said softly, reaching to push a wet tuft of hair off her forehead. Before she could say anything else, he kissed her and started to move once again; this time his thrusts were short and quick with the purpose of bringing her closer to her edge, all of his programs telling him that his objective was to pleasure and satisfy her.

Their love-making in the grass didn't last that much longer: just mere minutes later, Daniels was crying out her lover's name as she clawed at his back and arched underneath him, as close to perfection as any human could come, he thought. Even in the middle of her own climax, she encouraged Walter to follow her over the edge, and it was her words alongside the feeling of her walls milking him that caused him to find his own high; all of his systems were overwhelmed, his brain struggling to process and compute as a live current shot up his spine.

She exhaled in satisfaction at the feeling of the fluid he had released – a safe sticky substance that made the experience far more realistic for her – and started to trail her hands over the curve of his naked back. "Fuck, that was amazing."

"It was very satisfactory," He acknowledged, and his fingers were tentative as they lingered over her hip bones "I must admit, I find it to be overall preferable to swimming."

Her laugh was quiet and amused as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer. "Yeah… I think I do too."

Mondays always felt rather disappointing after the relaxation and fun of a Sunday – but at least Tennessee was already up to greet her that morning, as always. It made the weekdays slightly more bearable, having a friendly face to laugh and joke about with, and she was pleased to see him waiting for her on a bench near the wheat field with two cups of coffee already prepared.

"You look like shit," Daniels muttered good-naturedly, and she picked up one of the mugs immediately.

He grinned in response. "And you've got hickeys on your neck."

The hand not holding her coffee immediately flew to cover her throat, her cheeks burning – but there was an unmistakable smile on her face too. "Shut up, it's not like that."

"Sure it's not," Tennessee chuckled, shaking his head to himself. "Hey, I'm pleased for you – at least one of us is getting laid on the regular."

"Jesus, Tee!" Daniels laughed, slapping him lightly on the arm. "If I knew you were so interested, I'd have let you come down to the lake to watch."

He pulled a face, waving a hand at her. "Fuck, that's not an image I want – don't get me wrong, Walter's a good-looking guy and everything, but I think I'd have to gouge my fucking eyes out if I saw you two going at it."

Their work for the day wasn't particularly exciting – it never was – but she was glad that she had Tennessee for company: he always managed to keep her amused and in good-spirits, even if they were dealing with the most ridiculous of colonist complaints or the dullest of tasks. Walter joined them a few hours later as they tended to one of the crop fields, examining each plant carefully for any imperfections or a sign of malnourishment – it made the job a lot easier if he offered his expertise, for one, and flora was something he excelled in.

As he studied the soil that a tomato plant was growing in carefully, Daniels couldn't help but notice how delicate his touch was; he was gentle as he combed his fingers through the soil, careful not to disturb any part of the plant or earth too much, and even more so when he cupped a round tomato to examine closer. It wasn't the only thing he was delicate around, she thought: he was always gentle with her, for one, and when around the children of Origae-6 – another reason why they all loved him so much.

When compared to his 'brother', the difference was striking: they may have shared the same attractive facial features, sure, but she was only more adamant now that Walter was the complete opposite of the David-8 model they had met on their journey. Her synthetic had no desire to be superior to humans, or to harm them in his own pursuits, and he wanted to ensure the continued success of the growing colony whereas David would have used it for his own twisted experimentation.

Most importantly, at least to Daniels, she knew that he would never hurt her: David had once pinned her down and forced himself on her, intending to do God knows what to her – a sharp contrast to the loving and tender way Walter would be intimate with her, always making sure she was consenting.

As he finished examining the tomato plant and stood, he caught sight of her watching him; he smiled at her, a shark-tooth grin that made many of the colonists feel uneasy…but not her. She merely smiled back brightly before clearing the thoughts from her head – there was more than enough work to be done without her dwelling on her own thoughts, after all.

Keeping this in mind, Daniels picked up her datapad from the bench and flicked through the rest of the tasks for the day.

"We'll have to say goodbye to everyone," Daniels reminded him, even as he pressed kisses against her face. "My dad won't be happy – he was hoping we'd give him some grandkids to spoil… You're sure about this?"

"Yeah," Jacob agreed earnestly, grinning at her; between the unshaved scruff on his face and his wide eyes, he looked like an overgrown puppy. "I've started making plans for our new home already. You wanna hear?"

Her smile was coy as his hands drifted over her thighs. "Hmm…I could use some convincing."

His breath ghosted over her face as he chuckled, fingers playing with the waistband of the shorts she had worn to bed that night. "It's gonna be a cabin, hopefully near a lake. We'll build it out of real wood and everything, like real pioneers." One hand ran slowly up her side and started to palm a breast through her vest top. "We can be near nature and, eventually, start a family."

"You're already planning kids then," Daniels murmured, running a hand through his hair.

"Oh, yeah. We'll have a whole herd," Jacob declared, leaning in to nip at her earlobe. "You'd be the best mother ever, you know that?"

She frowned, suddenly feeling something cold wash over her. "I don't think so."

He stilled for a moment, seeming to realize just where her thoughts had gone. "You will be a great mother. I know you will. You'll teach them all about plants and biology, and they'll love you just like I love you."

Her husband knew her better than anyone, except for her father, and yet she couldn't help but feel somewhat unsure. Even so, he looked so happy and eager that she couldn't quite bring herself to shatter his dream.

"Okay," Daniels said, voice no louder than a whisper as she smiled. "A herd…we're going to be busy."

"Definitely," He agreed, and his hands resumed touching her as he lowered his mouth over her throat. "I'm gonna draw up the designs in the morning, and then you can see it for yourself. Now, though," He said huskily, his fingers playing with the bottom of her top. "I think we need to practice if we're gonna have a herd of kids."

He was a selfless lover, always, focusing on her needs before his own and making sure she enjoyed herself – but tonight he was even more so, murmuring words of adoration and love into her skin as he embraced her tightly.

Starting a family was the very last thing on her mind.

I'm all kinds of evil, aren't I?

The end section was a part of a fic I wrote called "Borrowed Kisses" that focused a lot on Daniels before/during the movie as well as after, mostly about her relationships with Jacob and Walter. I changed a few things a little just so it fit a little better with this fic/with what I had in mind.

Another key theme in this fic, I think it's safe for me to say, is Daniels' relationship with her mother, and how it affects her when she and Walter decide to have children. In the 'Phobos' featurette, when the voice says, "Mother", she says "bitch", which indicates that she really didn't have a good relationship with her mother at all – and I'm all for angsty background stuff ;)

Thank you for reading so far! It's slow-going, I know, but I wanted to kind of build up a backstory/the relationship between Walter and Daniels before hitting the nitty gritty stuff. :)

I hope you're all enjoying so far, and please don't be afraid to leave a comment ;)