Chapter 4
David's lips felt so real against hers, and when she parted his mouth with her tongue, she feels him shudder. A very real shudder. Human almost.
Charlie's voice is screaming in her head, telling her to stop. This isn't right. But if it feels so good how could it be wrong?
She pushed the voice away, deep down into that place in her head where she has put the worst things, the hardest things to contemplate; her mother's death, her father's, Charlie's, and her inability to bear children. She pushed the voice so far down till she can't hear it anymore, all she can do is feel, and there is so much to feel.
His lips were eager, urgent in some ways that cannot be contrived but can only be driven by lust or need. And what need would an android have to kiss? It wasn't like he was designed to be a pleasure synthetic.
David moved slowly, deliberately as always, hands cupping under her thighs and then she's lifted up and gently placed on the console. Even with the movement, he doesn't break the kiss. The ability to expertly multitask, another Weyland program, she mused. But one she welcomes enthusiastically.
Elizabeth kissed him back with equal passion then tilting against the console, wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him against her tightly. Now, now she can feel the weight of him, so much more weight than that of a normal man. His synthetic body must weigh an excessive amount, and she won't deny it makes her feel feeble.
"Elizabeth?" David asked, pulling away from her, his head cocked to the side as he studies her face. "Is this alright?"
It is. In fact, it's more than alright. She hasn't realized how much she'd wanted this until she'd given into the temptation.
But beyond a kiss, what more could they have? Companionship certainly. And it wasn't like sex only required a specific set of equipment anyway.
"Yes," she replied, finally finding her voice.
David blinked at her, eyes slowly assessing.
"I see your heart rate is elevated," he said passively. "But I cannot tell if that is from fear or arousal."
Elizabeth almost laughed. Leave it to a synthetic to nearly ruin the mood.
"Sometimes," she replied with a wry smile. "It is a little of both."
And then she leaned in to kiss him again.
David had never been kissed before. And even after he was never quite certain that he had done it right. Her lips were soft and warm, yet at the same time, they were firm and aggressive as they moved in tandem with his own.
He realized that he had frozen almost entirely at the contact, unsure of how to respond, but she pressed on, without any hesitation. Her tongue slipped over his teeth and glided across the roof of his mouth. He had never experienced anything quite like the sensation. The warmth, the wetness, it all felt too stimulating. The receptors in his brain were firing off neurons, and synapses were making connections, and he thought he might have a small circuit malfunction, but then something in his artificial brain clicked, and he found himself hoisting Elizabeth up onto the console and meeting her lips with as much fervor and passion as she met his.
He found his hands wandering up her spine to cup the back of her neck, and he felt her legs wrap around him, locking themselves into place behind his back. All he knew was that he needed to feel her, to touch every inch of skin. His hands went straight to the zipper of her suit, and he tugged it down as gracefully as he could manage, given the circumstances. His body had gone rigid and hard, he felt every sinew standing on edge as she brought her hands up to his hair and tangled her fingers in it, tugging his head back.
She released his lips suddenly, and he thought she might have come to her senses, but instead, he found her leaving a searing trail of kisses down his neck. She nipped at his ear which sent a signal to his brain that nearly sequenced an automatic system shutdown or at least what felt like one.
Something escaped his throat then, a wanton groan that seemed to encourage her to continue. Uncontrolled urges such as they were, he did not linger on the reason behind them or the dare to dissect them. Had they been Weyland's creation he might loathe to know that they were not fully his own, not a construction of his own synthetic heart. Therefore, he let them drive him, let them guide him and for the first time he felt almost human, driven by something other than careful programming.
Elizabeth didn't brush him away when his kisses became more urgent and his hands peeled her suit off slowly, curiously.
Elizabeth was unsure of how much further to allow their union but relented all the same. Doubts washed away as she finally succumbed to the desire that had been slowly building over the months aboard the ship. She wanted him and now she could finally admit it.
She fumbled with the zipper on his suit and then carefully peeled the fabric down over his shoulders and pressed kisses down his neck till she reached the careful stitching across his clavicle. He stood impossibly still as she kissed across the line of synthetic skin and she felt another shudder run through him as her hands trailed where her lips had been.
"Elizabeth –," David started. "May I?"
Her eyes darted back up to him, trying to ascertain what he was implying.
"What?" She asked finally, unable to read his intention.
"May I continue?"
He raised his eyebrow questioningly and his hand tugged idly at the zipper that lay half open at her stomach. That's when she realized he was trying to gain her consent. She wanted to ask him if he was capable of sex but was unable to form the words instead, she could only muster one.
"Yes," she replied, coming across more breathless than she'd realized.
The word had only just barely left her lips before he was lifting her again and placing her on the ground as he tugged off the rest of her suit and she stood in front of him in only her breast band and underwear.
His jaw worked slightly as he looked her over, before he removed the breast band, allowing it to fall away. Then he slipped her out of her underwear. And finally she stood before him, completely nude. His synthetic eyes trailed over her working their way up from the ground to finally meet her eyes.
"Perfection," he said quietly, almost a whisper. But she heard him all the same.
"Lies do not become us," she quipped with a smile and went to work pulling off his suit. It came off easily, unlike hers. Since he did not sweat the suit did not cling to him in the same way. Another reminder of their differences. But one she could manage to overlook.
"Perhaps I should be more clear," he said softly. "Human imperfection is perfect in a way. And you are perfectly imperfect. Which does in fact denote perfection in my eyes. It is the conundrum of human existence."
She laughed at that, "you certainly do have a way with words."
If she had been paying attention to his face she might've seen the delighted smirk, but she was not as she busy scrutinizing his synthetic body. For, beside the large scar across his clavicle there was nothing else to denote that he was not human. His body was pale but muscular and he was surprisingly endowed with a rather generous male sexual organ.
"Is this to your satisfaction?" He inquired, making his way back over to her and lifting her onto the console again.
"Are you able to - ?" She blushed, feeling suddenly much younger than she was. "Is it possible?"
He nodded slightly, "Though I wasn't built only for the function, I can control it if I desire. Though I must confess I haven't ever done this before. Ms. Vickers had me perform other tasks for her, but never this."
Something in Elizabeth's stomach twisted. What other tasks had Ms. Vickers requested from him?
"David?" She said finally finding her voice. "What did Ms. Vicker's have you do?"
His face went surprisingly neutral at her question, before he responded curtly, "she had me perform cunnilingus."
Disgusted, Elizabeth gently placed a hand on his cheek.
"I don't want you to do this if you don't want to," she said, trying to fight the deep anger that welled inside her at the thought of Ms. Vickers commanding David to service her in such a way.
David straightened slightly, though he didn't pull away from her touch.
"I assure you Elizabeth," He said softly. "This is what I want. You are what I want. This is my choice. My desire." He paused for a moment, searching her face. "And your choice of course. I didn't mean it was only mine."
It took profound strength to not just pull him in, but Elizabeth felt the need to acknowledge David's inexperience in this arena.
"But you've never done this before," she said. "I don't want you to feel rushed."
"I have waited for you for what feels like nearly an eternity," he replied with a smile. "Believe me when I say this hardly feels rushed."
At that she pulled him back down for a kiss, lips brushing slowly, enjoying the cool feel of his synthetic skin. He was equipped with cooling units throughout his body to keep his temperature regulated and control the systems, so they didn't get overheated. But that was excellent for Elizabeth as regardless of the temperature in the ship, it always felt humid and sticky and . . . alien.
Parting her legs gingerly she reached a hand down to stroke him between the legs. David swallowed, a reflex that made Elizabeth almost shiver with want. She had made this emotionless, inhuman being, feel something. She licked her lips and pulled him to her entrance, enjoying the stiffness of him as he swelled. His eyes flicked from her face to her hand and she watched his face contort with an expression she'd never seen before.
Then she slid to the edge of the console, mindful of the controls, and placed his hard cock at her opening.
He felt it then as he sunk into her, his circuits erupting as she encased him, the pleasure centers in his brain vibrating with the fulfillment of their purpose. For a moment he was sure his system had shut down, he couldn't see or hear, everything seemed to go blank. But then he felt her reassuring fingers gliding down the synthetic skin of his back, and she pulled him down further into ecstasy.
Each small movement of her hips rolling against him lit his senses on fire or at least the metaphorical equivalent. He shuddered with each thrust. The gliding feel as she sheathed him fully was beyond any description, he was utterly at a loss for words.
Her small, warm body bounced at each of his movements, her breasts especially moving in time with his thrusts. He then did something that made him feel so very human, he leaned forward and wrapped his mouth around the plump mound of flesh and sucked.
He was rewarded by a soft moan from Elizabeth which urged him to continue. His taste sensors were busy processing as he continued to plunge in and out of her slick. There were too many sensations, too many feelings, and each of his sensors was slowly short-circuiting until it seemed he was going to overload.
Then it was as if all of the components of his sensors hit one spot and all of his sensations overloaded at the same time. Everything went black, and the eruption of intense pleasure made his body shudder inside hers.
He could barely make out the sound of her gasp as she whined into his ear, pulling him down so her lips could crash against his as her tight cunt spasmed around his cock.
"David," she moaned.
He froze.
"Yes?"
"That wasn't a question," she replied wearily.
"But you said my name."
"I did." She smiled, "I said it because you feel good. And you make me feel good. When people make love, they often say their lover's name."
David liked that idea. "Does that perhaps mean that we are in love?"
The look in her eyes revealed far too much. "Well, I suppose I should have said that when people have sex, they say each other's names. Making love is very intimate David."
"And having sex is not?" He asked he could feel his body switching gears. His curiosity and desire for answers taking over.
"Well, it is." She paused, unsure of how to continue. "Well let me see if I can offer another explanation. You and I engaged in a very intimate act, but the intimacy of the act is determined by the people experiencing it. Two people may have sex but can enjoy it without having feelings for each other beyond desire. Whereas another set of people may have sex because they love each other and desire closeness."
Her explanation was all he needed. He understood finally. To her, it was merely an enjoyable act. It had meant nothing beyond physical pleasure.
"When you engaged in sexual relations with Dr. Holloway was it the first kind or the second?" He inquired.
"I think that is a very personal question David," she answered. "I think we are done here today. Perhaps this was too far."
She pulled away, extricating him from her and quickly dressing again before she left him, alone and confused in the control room.
