Curie secretly talks to members of the caravan as they stroll into town each day to discover any news on where Nate might be. After a few tries one caravan is able to tell her where and when he will be heading over the next few days. Curie leaves the Overseer with a message for Neil, asking him not to worry about her, and that she will be back once she has time to speak to Nate about something extremely important.
Days pass without a word of her return. In her absence Neil has constructed himself a large water purifier in order to make up for the lose of hydration he has been getting while Curie is away. He also figures that now that he has done so, she will no longer have to wait on him day in and day out to ensure he has fresh water, not only to drink, but also for his showers.
Neil does his best to stay strong in her absence, but from the beginning can't help missing her deeply. He respects her decision to leave without him but at the same time he wishes she had given him some kind of warning. Frustrated he snaps off the dead branches of the mutfruits with his hands instead of using clippers. The other gardeners notice the sour look on his face and take it as their next opportunity to bring him down. They approach him.
"Hey there vault boy! What's the matter? Mad that your little robot friend left you?"
"Just leave me alone you guys. I wasn't bothering any of you so I would appreciate it if you wouldn't bother me," Neil says calmly.
They laugh, "Look at him. He is so pathetic, he can't even keep a pretend girlfriend around."
"Whatever. She probably ran away to kill herself rather than spend more time with this chump."
Neil becomes angry. "Shut up!" He shouts. "You bastards don't know anything! It doesn't matter what Curie is! I love her for who she is! Got it? So taunt me all you want, but it's not going to change anything!"
"Ooo... how noble of you," they taunt simultaneously. Then laugh maniacally.
Suddenly they are all caught off guard by the greenhouse's large, wooden, door swinging open as if something on the outside means to rip it straight of its hinges. They all stare in awe as the silhouette of a slender, short haired, vixen steps into the doorway. Her stance is powerful and precise. Accentuating her hips slightly to the right with her hands on her hips. Once their eyes have a chance to focus they can see that the mysterious woman is wearing a skin tight, black, spandex, catsuit that covers her body from neck to toe and is complete with high heel boots, that are laced up the side of her leg, and stop just below her knees.
"Who is that?" The men drool.
"I don't know, but she is one sexy kitten."
Neil swallows hard as his boner begins to crawl up to the waistband of his jeans. For a moment he finds himself feeling guilty. He should not be allowing himself to become so aroused for a woman other than Curie. His body begins to shake with desire. He closes his eyes hard to try to calm himself down.
"Neil!" The woman shouts towards him.
Thinking it is a command, the other men drop to their knees. "All mighty goddess! We are not worthy to gaze upon you!" They cry.
With his heart feeling as if it is about to burst from his chest, Neil doesn't move an inch, while the woman quickly approaches him. He feels her hands slide over his chest and even through his shirt he can feel the warmth of her skin. He opens his eyes and finds himself staring into the color of hazel blue. Her eyes are fierce, like an animal ready to pounce at any moment. 'Who is this woman? And what does she want with me?' He asks himself. Without warning, she leans into him and presses her soft, supple lips against his. It is the first time in many years that he has felt something so incredibly delicate. His emotions become clouded. He feels he is cheating on Curie for not pulling away, but at the same time his body burns for him to keep going.
'You know you want her.' It taunts. 'She is the perfect woman. It doesn't matter who she is. It is your right to ravish her and fill her womb with your seed.' Still he forces himself not to move. Eventually she pulls back from the kiss and immediately he craves her warmth to return.
She gives him a gentle smile. "Mon amour. Did you miss me?"
He takes in a sudden breath from shock. To him there was no mistaking her voice. "Curie?"
"Yes my love. I have surprised you, no?"
He struggles to find his words, "B-but how... how did you-"
She hushes him, "Don't worry about that right now. All I want you to think about is inserting your long, thick, member into my tight... wet... pussy." As she speaks her voice becomes more and more sensual.
She props herself up on his workbench and in one swift motion, she spreads her legs wide and pulls him towards her by the collar of his shirt. Before he even has time to react to what is happening, she shoves her mouth hard and deep into his. Her soft tongue against his hypnotizes him. For a moment he forgets where he is, but then he remembers that his co-workers are watching from just a few feet away. With all of his hormones fighting against his morals to keep going, he pulls himself from the kiss. She tries to lean in to kiss him again but he keeps his hands firmly against her shoulders to keep her back. She looks to him confused. He takes in a deep breath feeling as if he is about to faint.
"Curie, though I find this incredibly hot, I need you to stop." He squints his eyes while trying to collect himself.
"But Neil, you have become so big. It would be a shame to let such a glorious thing to go to waste."
She slides her palm down the length of his shaft then cups his balls in her fingers just before giving them a gentle squeeze. He winces from the powerful ache that has built up along his penis. The pressure begs for a release but he still holds back.
"Okay Curie, now you're making it hurt."
"I'm sorry." She pulls her hands away. "Would it be better for you to fondle me instead?"
She places her fingers around the zipper at the base of her neck and begins to unzip the front of her catsuit. Neil watches unable to speak, captivated by her beauty, his eyes become wide and dilated. They don't want to miss a single detail. More and more of her pale, pink skin becomes reveled to him, while the sun light glares through the ceiling, and the mist from the water sprinklers leave a layer of cool gloss over them. Her zipper reaches her breastbone, her cleavage, splitting all the way down to her belly button. Since she is not wearing a bra, her boobs move freely, eager to escape their confinement. The white V of her upper body expands and her hard, nipples become so close to popping out from behind the suit. He knows that the moment he sees them, he will not be able to keep himself from taking them into his mouth. They are so close. Just another half inch. Once again Neil forces himself to snap into focus and he quickly takes Curie by the hand to keep her from undressing any further.
"Hey, hey, look, look, look! Curie you need to stop!" He begs her.
"What's wrong? You don't like this?" She whines.
"No," he answers out of breath.
"But, I thought you said-"
"Yes I understand, and I appreciate what you are trying to do! But there is a big difference between fantasizing about something and actually doing it!" He zips up her suit the rest of the way and gives her a kiss on the hand. "Now please. I need you to go home and wait for me, okay? Well talk about this after I get off work."
Her body burns with desire for him. It is so overwhelming she almost begins to cry, "But Neil I-"
He hushes her while running his fingers through her short, silky, hair. "Please. I promise I will make this up to you later. Now I really need to get back to work."
He takes a few steps back from her. Then places his hands on her knees to guide her in closing her legs. She reaches out her hand to him. Wanting to pull him back in but he stands his ground. It is the hardest sheer of willpower he has ever had to muster. The love of his life is begging him to give her pleasure with tears of desperation in her eyes. But he can not fulfill her wish. This was not the time or the place for them to experience something so personal and so intimate. Plus she has changed herself so dramatically. It feels wrong to him for them to make love without knowing why she decided to become a synth. 'Is it just for the sex or are there more reasons?'
Curie continues to beg him for a minute more without saying a word, before accepting the fact that he is refusing her advances. She collects herself then wipes her face with her arm, before slowly walking out of the greenhouse. Neil turns back to the others who are still in shock on the floor at what they just witnessed. Not only did a beautiful woman just beg for sex in front of a crowd, but the man she was begging turned her down.
'That didn't really just happen, did it?" One man blurts out.
Neil brushes them off. "What's the big deal? She's only a robot, right?"
He steps over to the mutfruit tree and continues to snap off its dead branches.
With her new body unsure of how to handle what has just happened, Curie does not head towards their home. Instead she feels as if she has to get away to clear her head. Not knowing where to escape to she follows the road north to distance herself from the settlement. As she walks she can't keep herself from crying. She feels sick deep down in her gut and her heart feels as if a thousand needles are pricking her over and over.
A caravan driver notices her. "Miss, are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Mercie," she lies.
She doesn't even give them a passing glance. She keeps her eyes on the road and notices a large billboard in the distance. It reads "General Atomics Galleria." Curious, Curie hurries along to discover what awaits at the gallery of her makers.
Unable to keep himself away any longer, Neil cuts his work day off an hour early and hurries home with the hopes that Curie will be there as he asked. He bursts through the front door but discovers that the house is empty.
"What? She isn't here? Maybe it is because I'm home early and she wasn't expecting me yet." He steps back outside and gives the area a quick scan. He doesn't find her anywhere. "Someone has to know where she is. It's not every day you see a woman in a catsuit. I've got to find her before anything happens to her."
He searches the entire town asking other settlers if they have seen the woman in black, but no one claims to have any idea what he is talking about. He begins to panic. 'She couldn't have just disappeared. Did someone capture her? Did they find out what she is and...'
"No! No! I can't think like that." Feeling his anxiety pressing against his chest he hollers at the top of his lungs, "Curie! Curie, where are you?"
The Overseer hears his shouts and approaches him. "Neil? What's wrong? Why are you yelling?"
He turns to her with tears in his eyes. "It's Curie! I can't find her anywhere!"
"You're talking about the Miss Nanny that lives with you?"
"Yes! But she isn't a robot anymore! She has become a synth and I'm afraid something has happened to her!"
"Alright, you just need to calm down. Someone had to have seen where she went.
"That is what I thought! But no one in town has been able to tell me anything!"
The Overseer points towards the road. "Look, a caravan has just arrived. Maybe they saw something."
Neil hurries over to meet the traveler. Still panicking he speaks quickly, "I'm sorry to bother you, but have you see a woman, with short hair, wearing all black by chance?"
The man's brow furrows. "Yeah, I saw her heading north towards the old galleria."
The weight on Neil's chests lifts a bit. "Oh thank you sir!"
He begins to run down the road when the Overseer stops him.
"Neil!" He turns back wondering what she could want. "Come back here!"
"But I got to catch up to her!"
She points to the ground hard to let him know she is serious. He hurries back to her side.
"I know you're eager, but you can't just rush out there without taking the proper precautions." She takes out her side arm and hands it to him along with a box of bullets. "Now I want you to take this but be sure only to use it if you absolutely have to." He hesitates to accept it but then sticks the gun into his waistband and the bullets into his back pocket. "Good. Now wait here a moment." She hurries into the house nearby and returns with a canteen filled with water. She places the strap over his shoulders then pats him on the upper arm. "You bring her back, you hear me?"
"Yes. I will. Thank you."
She singles for him to go and he quickly makes his way up the road. Before long he sees the galleria billboard come into focus. It reads 'One Mile.' He stops for a moment to catch his breath then takes a swig from the canteen. He takes a look around but finds nothing and no one.
Further down the path, he comes across a patch of yellow carnations. He takes it as a sign. 'She has to be this way.' He hurries over to it and grabs a bundle into his hand. He lifts the flowers up to his nose and takes in their sweet smell. It is euphoric. The kind of thing you don't appreciate until you really take the time. That is exactly what he wants to do for Curie. She deserves to be given all the time in the world to appreciate, not just admired for her outer beauty.
"I will find you," he whispers. "Then I'll make all of this right."
He continues north and just as the sign instructed, the galleria stands just one mile away. A two story, metal statue of a Mr. Handy greets him as he approaches the main gate. He isn't sure what to expect, but he looks around only to find a handful of Mr. Handys resting idly throughout the different shops and plaza. He notices that everything is so quiet except for the sound of faint crying coming from the building labeled 'General Atomics Outlet.' He hurries over to the front door and takes a peak inside.
The room is dimly lit as the setting sun grazes the treetops and casts the last of its light through the broken, shop, widows. Looking to the left, towards the crying, he finds Curie standing before a display stand that is set up to showcase a Mrs. Nanny model. Her face is soaked with tears which continue to stream down her cheeks as she looks up at the model. Wanting so badly to comfort her he hurries to her side.
"Curie! Thank goodness you're alright. I was so worried about you." He wraps his arms around her and holds her tightly.
"You mean, you are not angry with me?" She asks confused.
He takes her head into his hands and looks into her eyes. "Of course I am not mad at you. Why would you think that?"
Tears continue to soak her cheeks. "I did my best to fulfill your fantasy, but you did not want it. I thought that maybe I made the mistake of changing myself into a human. That maybe you loved me better as a robot."
His heart sinks at the knowledge that she could ever think he doesn't love her.
"No, no, no. Of course not. Curie, I love you because of who you are. No matter what form you may take."
"Then why do you not want to make love to me? I thought it was what you wanted."
He inhales and exhales giving himself a moment to think of how to explain things to her. "Curie, what you have done to yourself, all of this," he runs his hands through the air along the length of her body. "I need to know exactly why you've done this. Was it only for me or was there a reason you did it for yourself?"
"I did it for both of us. I wanted to better understand what it truly meant to love someone. With my old Mrs. Nanny hardware I could only understand it so far. I decided that the only way for me to discover more was to become more human and a synth is the closest I could get to accomplishing that. I asked Nate to help me change myself so that you and I could experience sexual pleasure together."
"But why now? After all this time?"
She becomes quiet for a moment then continues. "I saw you the other night, while you were masturbating in your room." They both blush hard. "I didn't mean to peek for so long but I wanted to know more about the kind of things that happen when a man reaches orgasm. And I liked what I saw."
"I see. So now that you have become a synth, have you thought about how you feel about all this? How you feel about me? Or even what it would mean if you and I were to have sex?"
"All I know, is I want to be with you, more than anything else in the whole world." She places her hands over his shoulders and leans into him closely.
"But you can have anyone now. You're no longer bound to the limitations of being a robot. People will treat you differently. Men will surely crawl through nuclear waste just to get the chance to be with you. I mean... I'm nothing special and I don't want you to feel obligated to be with me just because we've known each other for the past month. I want you to feel free to make your own choices."
"And I choose you. You're wrong Neil. You are special... because I love you. Maybe before I wasn't completely sure, but there is no doubting it now. I mean, how could I not? You are so kind, smart, thoughtful, as well as handsome." Her eyes become soft. "These are all things I knew from the start but... I don't know. I guess I can see it even stronger now. Does that make sense?"
He nods his head. "Yes, because I feel the exact same way about you."
"You do?"
"Yes. I hate to admit this, but all this time I have been trying to think of ways that I could express my love to you. This may sound a bit selfish, but I wanted you to be able to express yourself to me as well. It's all just been so complicated. In one way I know I am going to miss the way you were, because your old body is what I am use to and I never expected you to change. But now that you are more human, I feel like we can be closer than ever. I'm sorry. I'm feeling like a real asshole right now."
"Not at all. This is what I wanted. I understand Neil, I do. It is only natural for someone to want experience sex with a partner of the same species. I appreciate that you loved me even as a robot but I don't want you to feel like it's wrong for you to love this me even more."
His heart becomes heavy and tears wet his face. "Oh, Curie."
"Why are you crying?" She asks while massaging his neck and shoulders.
"You're just so amazing. I'm so happy I met you."
"Me too."
She pulls him towards her and plants her lips tenderly against his. They both take in a deep breath as if doing so for the very first time. Her chest presses up against his and he can feel her cushy breasts compress even though their clothes. His hands grasp her waist. He never wants her warmth to leave him ever again. She kisses long his jawline to his ear.
She whispers, "Will you make love to me, Neil?"
"If that is what you really want." She nods her head. "Then of course I will."
This time he leans into her and slowly slides his hands to her thighs. He lifts her off her feet into his arms. She feels so light. Almost like a giant pillow that is filled head to toe with something so soft he can't even make a comparison. He carries her over to the reception desk and sets her down gently. To his surprise she doesn't seem nervous at all. All he can sense is impatience. So much sexual tension causes both their bodies to shiver. He can't let it rush him. With the sun setting the room has become dark. He looks around for a light but doesn't find one.
"What's wrong?" She asks.
"It's getting late. I'm thinking we should head home."
She desperately grabs at his collar. "No! I don't want to wait any longer," she begs.
"I don't either but it is almost too dark to see." He places his forehead against hers.
"I saw an oil lamp, next door, at Fallon's department store. I can go grab it."
"No. You stay here." He gives her a quick kiss. "I'll go get it."
"Please hurry," she begs softly.
He gives her a hard nod then rushes towards the building next door. While he is away, Curie takes this time to unlace her boots and pull them free from her feet. She then removes her stockings and admires the idea of being able to wiggle her toes. She giggles at their movement then sets her boots and stalkings down on the floor. Neil returns seconds later with the lamp in hand.
"I've got it."
He pulls out a lighter and lights its burner quickly. He turns the flame to full and through it's glow, her dark silhouette becomes more clear, but because of her black outfit he still can't see as much as he would like to.
"Thank you," she says softly.
"You're welcome." He places the chimney glass over the flame and sets it down on the table at their side. He then pulls out his hand gun and places it down next to it. "So we're really going to do this?" Standing between her knees, he looks to her for confirmation.
"Have you ever done this before?"
He runs his palms along her thighs. "A few times. Never with a virgin though."
"Is this a problem?"
"Not necessarily. It just means that at first it could be a bit painful for you. How much do you know about pain?"
"I know enough. How bad will it be?"
He shakes his head. "I'm not entirely sure. Tolerable, but really that all comes down to you. If at any point you want me to stop, you just say the word."
"Okay," she replies.
Her fingers grasp at his shirt's buttons. One by one she easily pops them undone. The creases of his pecs reveal themselves first. As she continues, the lines of his abdomen compress and expand with each breath. Though she has seen them before, this is the first time she can feel herself craving their toned texture against her fingertips. She slides them up his chest slowly. He twitches but she continues until her fingers reach his shoulders and she pushes his shirt free from his body. He allows it to fall to his lower arms before removing it the rest of way and placing it on the desk. The lamp casts shadows over every curve of his chest and arms. To her he is the perfect representation of a man.
"I trust you," she says through heated breath.
She raises her chin to allow him full access to her suit's zipper. His eyes become blurred for a moment as his blood rushes south. He wipes the sweat from his brow as his right hand takes hold of her zipper and he begins to pull it open. As if the zippers teeth are forcing the one next to it to separate, it is almost like his fingers play no role in undressing her. The suit splits down her neck, her cleavage, to her navel. Her skin flushes pink and his cock rises to the waist of his jeans.
"And here we are again," he says jokingly.
"Don't stop," she begs.
He continues to pull at the zipper until it rests just above her vagina. His eyes travel back up to her breasts where her nipples are that lustrous half and inch from view. Just one deep breath is all it will take for them both to spring out and accept his lips and tongue as a greeting. She inhales and he can see it all happening before him. Just as the zipper shifts, he cups his hands over them and squeezes them against his palms. They are just large enough that the combination of his palms and fingers are able to encase them. She lets out a subtle moan. His mouth still needing a greeting, it gives hers a deep kiss. She moans again which vibrates his lips and tongue.
"Your hands feel so warm," she says sensually.
"And your breasts are incredibly soft," Neil adds.
"Just my breasts?" She asks, inviting him to explore her body further.
"You're right. You are incredibly soft. I've never felt anything like this before."
"Really? Not even with previous lovers?"
"That's just the thing. I haven't had any previous lovers. Just a few girls who I slept with. This isn't the same at all. With them it was about release, but with you... oh, Curie. With you it's like, like I'm incomplete without you. I want us to become one in so many ways."
"I'm waiting," she says softly as she wraps her feet around his calves.
He removes his hands from her chest and finally takes her right nipple into his mouth. Curie leans her head back, enjoying every lick and suck as his hands move quickly to unbuckle and unzip his pants. He pulls them down just enough so that he can pull his cock from his underwear without having to remove them completely. He doesn't want to be caught in the wild with his pants down. His erection wastes no time giving Curie a full salute. She admires its size.
"Oh my. It is so much bigger out in the open. That whole thing is suppose to fit inside me?"
"It should. I'm only sightly above average in both length and girth."
"Beautiful. Does it hurt just sticking out like that?"
"Not at the moment, but if I were to put it back it would."
"That is so interesting. You are going to open the rest of my zipper now, no?"
"Yeah, I think I'm ready. Are you ready?"
"I burn for you Neil. That is the only way I can think to describe it. My chest, my clit, and my inner thighs beg for you to continue."
"Aright. Here we go."
He takes her zipper in his fingers one last time and guides it down her pelvic bone, around to her butt-cheeks, to her lower back where it can go no further. He then massages his hands against her V-line and inner thighs until she willingly opens herself fully to him. Right away he becomes amazed by just how clean, tight, and wet she is. He places his middle and index finger over her clitoris and massages them up to the tip of her slit and down to her vaginal opening. Curie can't help but place her index finger into her mouth and bite down as her entire body erupts with a tingling sensation that spreads itself quickly over her entire body.
"Oh my god, Neil! That feels so good!"
Her velvety labia causes his cock to twitch again and again as it anticipates the warm, squishy, pocket it is about to insert into. After only a few seconds of him playing with her desires, she begins to thrust towards him. 'This is it. She's ready.' He places the crown of his cock against her entrance and it immediately soaks him and allows him to slip inside. The feeling is even greater than he was preparing himself for. No other feeling could ever exceed the absolute pleasure that engulfs his shaft. Without even having to move, Curie thrusts her hips into him and takes him even deeper inside. His legs become numb from the shock, but he uses all his lower body strength to stay on his feet. He moans uncontrollably as her hymen kisses at the head of his dick. He places his hands over her hips thinking that she will pull back from him at any moment to escape the pressure but instead she continues to try to take him in deeper with each consecutive thrust.
"I want you Neil! I want you so deep inside me! Give it to me!" She moans.
"Curie, I need to you take deep breaths, okay? This is the part where it might become uncomfortable for you."
"I don't care! Just do it!" She begs.
He takes her by the arms and places them on his shoulders. He then cups her butt-cheeks, grips the edges of the spandex suit in his fingers, and hitches her closer to the edge of the desk.
"Now just hold me as tightly as you can," he instructs.
She does as he asks and squeezes his head against her shoulder. She keeps her legs wrapped firmly around his waist as her heels cradle his inner thighs. Her naked breasts caress his as every muscle in his body begs for her touch. With one sudden, hard thrust he fully enters her and holds his stance. She lets out a wince of pain. Her upper arms hold his face so hard against her shoulder that she begins to suffocate him. Her back arches but he places one hand against her back to keep her from bending too far. Even though he is too scared to move at this point, Curie continues to thrust into him. He is surprised to find that her body is giving him zero resistance. He can feel her entire walls throb and twitch wildly. Eventually her grip loosens and he is able to take in a lung full of air. He places his forehead against hers.
"Are you okay?" He asks.
"I feel amazing!" She answers. "What about you?"
"Everything is perfect. You are perfect."
Curie can feel her insides becoming hotter and her clitoris continues to beg for more and more stimulation. "Neil, I am not sure what is happening to my body! I feel like I'm going crazy!" Her moans become louder.
He can see the worry on her face and the sound in her voice.
He whispers to try to keep her calm, "It's okay. Just try to relax your mind. Let your body do what it naturally wants to do."
"But I don't know! I don't know what to do!"
"You don't have to do anything. I'm right here. I've got you."
"Ah! Neil! I can't... I can't-!"
He shoves his mouth into hers. Her tongue tingles his as he feels her walls tighten around his shaft and quiver hard. The sensation causes him to no longer be able to hold back and he erupts fully into her womb. She once again holds him tightly and his chest becomes so compressed by hers he can no longer breath. He doesn't mind though. Everything about her orgasm makes him crave her that much more. 'Not a single thing has gone wrong.' He only hopes she can say the same. He takes a moment to witness the beauty of her afterglow. Her eyes are gently closes with her lips slightly apart as her chest haves causing her breasts to massage his. The front of her suit has become even more open and he kisses at her exposed clavicle.
She moans at his touch. "Was that correct?"
"Perfect," he answers. "How was it for you?"
"It was so incredible. At first I felt as if a part of me was going to escape my body, but then everything came rushing back into me all at once. It was... exhilarating. I can still feel you pulsing inside me. You came yes?"
"I did. I'm sorry. I should have asked if you wanted me to pull out."
"No, no. That is perfectly fine. I would have said something if I didn't want you to."
"Well good. I'm glad it all worked out," Neil chuckles.
They give each other a tender kiss then just look into each others eyes.
"So what now?" Curie asks as she loosens her grip on him.
"Well we can't get cleaned up, so I guess we just head home. Do you think you will be able to walk?"
"I'm not sure. I've lost a lot of feeling in my legs."
"Just give yourself a moment. It will all come back soon enough."
He takes a step back from her and notices that he has made a complete mess of her lower half. His semen drips from her entrance, down her taint, to the floor. He rips off a piece of his shirt to use as a rag to help clean her up.
She gasps, "Oh no, Neil! Your shirt?"
"It's fine. I'll just buy a new one."
"But what will you wear on the way home?"
"It's fine. It's not cold out so technically speaking I don't even need a shirt."
"I guess."
He finishes cleaning her off then helps her to zip back up her suit. He then pulls up his own pants and places the handgun back in its waist band.
"Speaking of clothes, I take it you didn't think to buy any now that you are a synth?"
"I guess I didn't. All the money I gained while being with Nate I put towards buying this suit."
"Hey! Now that I think about it we might be in luck. In that department store next door I did see some folded up clothes that didn't seem like they were in too bad of shape. Lets just grab some of those before we head home."
"But wouldn't that be stealing?"
"Not at all. Now a days scavenging happens all the time. Basically if no one is around to claim it then it is no longer stealing."
"But doesn't that mean that since both of us are here someone could just take our home?"
"I suppose you're right. At this point I'm not worried however. If we have to start over then so be it. As long as I am with you, nothing else matters." He intertwines his fingers with hers. "I love you," he says softly.
"I love you too," she replies.
He gives her one last kiss before helping her to put back on her stockings and boots. Neil grabs the canteen as well as the lantern. They head over to the department store and gather up as much useful items as they can. They even find a decent suitcase to shove it all into. Neil lifts the case up to his side and stands near the exit.
"Alright. I think that will do it. Are you ready to head home?"
"I'm a bit nervous actually. I'm not sure what your co-workers are going to think of me after the way I acted."
"It doesn't matter. Whatever they have to say I will be right there to make sure that their words fall of deaf ears. You're still the same sweet, smart, and caring Curie that everyone in the settlement has grown to rely on. The Overseer herself even made it my task to bring you back safely. It is still your home. So long as you want it to be."
"All I care about right now, is getting back to your bedroom and snuggling up next to you."
"I can agree with that. Now come on. Let's go."
He holds out his hand to her and she happily accepts it.
Stepping foot back into the Greentop, the Overseer is ecstatic to see their safe return. She quickly rushes over to them and wraps her arms around them.
"Oh thank goodness! I'm amazed to see you two made it back without even a scratch on you."
"Yeah. We didn't run into any trouble over that way. Interestingly though we found out that the plaza over there is pretty much a town run by robots. Only their all in idol mode for some reason," says Neil.
"I'll have to get someone with tech smarts to check it out. If we could get all those robots on our side it would give us a huge advantage over our enemies."
"Sounds like a plan. In any case, thanks for letting me borrow this gun."
Neil holds it out to her with the grip facing her. She holds up her hands to stop him.
"That's okay. You can keep it. Think of it as a late housewarming gift."
"Oh, okay. Thanks."
Neil places it back into his waistband.
"By the way, I took a look at the modifications of your house while I was away. You two have come up with some pretty clever improvements."
"Oh, that credit goes solely to Neil. I just helped gather the materials," Curie says humbly.
The Overseer looks to Neil. "Well, if you don't mind. I would like you to teach all of us how you did them. Having better reinforced walls as well as a heating system that causes no risk to burning the settlement down would be a great weight of my shoulders."
"Sure. I can do that. No problem." Neil gives her a cheerful smile.
"Great." She gives him a hand shake. "Any who, I am sure you two must be exhausted. You should head home for now, but tomorrow morning I look forward to us getting things set up."
"You got it, Overseer." They both reply.
They each break away from the conversation and still hand in hand, Neil and Curie head home. Approaching the house, they check the refrigerator and discover that it has been cleaned out.
"Oh no. Neil, there isn't any fresh water."
"It's fine. We can get plenty out of the shower head."
"We can do what?"
"I hooked up a water purifier to our shower. This way you and I will be able to take all the showers we want and if need be we can just use the water tube to fill up this canteen."
"Really? You must show me right away!" She takes hold of his arm and pulls him around to the back of the house to the outdoor shower. Curie bounces excitedly at the sight of it. "Come on! Come on! Show me how it works!"
"Okay, okay. Just calm down,' Neil chuckles. He steps over the the purifier and places his hand on the large, metal, lever and cranks it clockwise. "First we turn on the pump." He then turns another lever near a large tube that rests over a large bucket with tiny holes poked through out the bottom. "Then we open the valve for the water to flow into the bucket." The water quickly fills the bucket then he turns the lever back so that only a tiny flow of water keeps the bucket from over flowing. "And there we have it. Want to take it for a test run?"
She suddenly becomes uncertain, "I'm not sure. Does it feel good?"
"It will be a bit cold, but it feels better than being all smelly and sticky." She still doesn't seem convinced. "Here, I'll get in first."
He lifts off the canteen and fills it real quick before placing it on the table next to the shower. He removes his gun, shoes, shirt, and then his pants and without hesitation he steps under the bucket and allows his entire head to become drenched. He then turns to Curie and holds his hand out for her to join him. Seeing the certainty within him, Curie quickly zips off her suit and kicks her boots off. She realizes this is the first time the two of them are fully naked in front of one another and she couldn't be more happy. That much trust is not seen between two people enough in this world. She finally takes hold of his hand and he helps her to step into the small, rectangular, stall.
The water falls over her chest, causing her nipples to shrink into tiny dots on the peaks of her firm boobs. The chill from the water causes her skin to goose-bump even in the warm, summer, night. She grasps her upper arms and rubs them.
"Oh, so cold," she whines.
Neil takes her into his arms and shares his body heat with her. He places his hand on the back of her head and allows her to snuggle up to his chest.
"Is this better?" He asks.
"Mmm, much better," she moans.
He begins moving his hands up and down her back to ensure that the water falls all around her. He grabs the shower cloth from the wall and scrubs it over her arms and legs. Once he is satisfied that every other area of her is clean, he places his fingers between her legs and washes away the sticky remains of their sexual fluids. She grips him hard, still becoming embarrassed by his touch but never once does she ask him to stop.
He then starts to wash himself and Curie takes the rag into her hands and helps him to reach all the places he can't get to easily himself. Including his lower back, butt-crack, and taint. Neil then turns off the water and grabs them both a clean towel to dry off. They pick up all their dirty clothes and Neil grabs his gun as they head inside. They set all their stuff down on the kitchen table and make sure the front door is shut and locked, before heading into the bedroom, where they both plop down onto it not even bothering to put on their pajamas.
Neil grabs the blanket at the foot of the bed and drapes it over them. They snuggle up close to one another and wrap their arms around each other. As their heads settle into the one bed pillow they let out a long happy sigh.
"This is all I could ever want," Neil says as he looks into Curies eyes.
"Does that mean your life has been fulfilling?" She asks.
"For the time being. Humans tend to always find something else they need. It is only a matter of time."
"This is something I can already tell about myself and I have only been human for a couple of days. As a robot the only thing I wanted to do was help people. But now I find myself wanting all sort of things. I want to travel and see the world with you. I want to try all kinds of foods and drinks. I want us to make love in so many places as well as try out all the positions I read about from your magazines."
"You read my magazines?" Neil blushes.
"Oh, that's right. I didn't tell you about that yet."
"Oh my gosh. I can't believe I didn't put two and two together. So that is where you got all those ideas from. Oh man and I can't even imagine what else was in those books that caught your eye."
"Everything," she replies.
"Everything?" He becomes a bit worried.
"Yes, and I want us to try all of it."
He becomes overwhelmed. "Oh wow! Okay. I guess we'll have plenty to talk about then. But for now we really should get some sleep."
"Okay."
He gives her a kiss on the forehead and within seconds she is out. He admires how cute she looks as she sleeps and soon her steady breathing helps him to sleep as well.
THE END