Remember, this is the middle of the "Electric Love" trilogy. I added an Epilogue, a teaser for the sequel "Seeing Stars", as a reward for your patience as I missed my self-imposed posting deadlines with this massive Ch.10. "Seeing Stars" and prequel "Past Lives" to be posted summer 2017. Thank you for the lovely reviews - please keep feeding the bard! ;)
CH.10 I Can't Let You Go Now That I Got It
07:30 Hours
"They've started up again - wanna synchronize like we did last night?" One asks hopefully, snuggling naked in bed with Two, in her quarters. She chuckles as she listens to the echoes of Bo's ecstatic cries through the bulkheads, then gets out of bed to take a shower.
"You know, not all of us can afford to shirk our duties and screw all day and night." She turns on the water and beckons him to join her, and he follows, stepping under the spray and into her embrace. "And as much as I appreciate Bo's activities motivating your increased attentions this week, there's work to be done before we dock at Calles-4."
"You're the boss." One accedes, kissing down her body to kneel and kiss her in a more focused way. Their fun is rudely interrupted by the door chime.
"What the - ?" Two turns off the water and quickly dries herself, calling out through the door as the incessant chiming sound grates her nerves. "Hang on!"
She throws on some sweats as One closes the bathroom door to dry off and discreetly hide. She punches the unlock code into the keypad and as the doors swish open Three stomps in before she can officially invite him.
"This bullshit has got to stop!" He states emphatically, standing arms akimbo in the middle of the room.
"And a good morning to you, too!" Two folds her arms and glares at the scruffy man. "Why the hell are you in my room?"
"Bo is going to bust the whole Android at this rate, and not just her cherry!" Three exclaims, agitatedly waving his hands for emphasis.
"You're invading my privacy to complain about our guest? Get out!" She grabs his arm roughly to escort him back out, just as Six enters through the open door.
"I need to talk to you about Bo." The large man addresses Two as he passes through the doorway. He takes in the scene with Three, and Two rolls her eyes but releases her grip on his arm. "Sorry, am I interrupting something?" Six inquires.
"Oh, hey, um, I saw the door was open and - " Five enters, before Two can answer Six. "Crew meeting? Good! Where's One, and Four?" She scans the room full of grown-ups.
"I'm here, too." One answers sheepishly and exits the bathroom, wrapped in a too-small light blue, silky, feminine robe. Six furrows his brow and scans the lovely garment up and down, while Five blushes and Three smirks. "We, um, we were discussing the supplies list for Calles-4 and…" One digs himself into a deeper hole.
"Been there, done that, don't care - we've got bigger boinking problems than you and Captain Sweetcheeks, here." Three nods at Two as he snarks at One. "And don't bother trying to lie, you're terrible at it!"
"So, is Four under the bed?" Six can't help but tease his commander. One nervously adjusts his robe tie, and tugs the hem down. The short garment barely covers his family jewels.
"No," Two finally gets a word in among the commotion. "But we might as well call hi-"
"What is going on?" Four stands in the doorway, stopped on his way to the mess hall, curious as to the meeting. "Why are you all gathered here?"
"Bo."
"Bo."
"Bo."
Three replies, followed by Six and Five.
"OK, so what's the problem, aside from?" Two asks, as she makes a cupping gesture around her ear to emphasize that they can all still hear the sex sounds, now more urgent, from down the hall.
"I like Bo, she's great at repairs - when she shows up to help - but I can't keep up with all of the maintenance without the Android - " Five explains.
"I'm just so tired..." Six whines. "Even with the time she -" He's trying to be mindfully vague about the topic with Five in the room. "Spends with the Android, it's like she's some kind of…" The big man shakes his head. "Sex goddess!"
"Or a demon!" Three huffs. "My quarters are two doors down from Bo's and I haven't gotten a good night's sleep since she 'came' onboard!" He uses finger quotes for the pun.
Two sits herself down in her desk chair, and rubs her face in exasperation as they all talk at once. Four remains silent.
"Are you seriously complaining about getting laid?" One challenges Six.
"Nice lingerie, buttercup, brings out your eyes." Three chimes in, grabbing at the collar of the robe, his animosity for One shining through. "Is that your usual outfit for 'serving' the Captain or is this a special occasion? Pussy-whipped little bi-"
"Shut up! The kid's here! And I can defend myself!" Six moves to shove Three and One apart.
"I'm not a kid! I know what those words mean! " Five asserts herself.
"ALL OF YOU SHUT UP!" Two bellows as she stands up from the chair so fast it falls over.
Everyone clams up at the admonishment. Four, a non-participant in the fray, simply arches his eyebrow. Two stares sternly at the crew, including One, even though he looks especially cute wearing her robe. She takes a breath and opens her mouth to address them but is interrupted by a very loud, joyous, scream resonating from Bo's quarters. Two holds up her hand in a "wait for it" gesture as the orgasmic sound peaks and stops. She gives it a few more seconds, making sure the noise is done for a while, before she states her plan.
"Let's call Bo to a crew meeting this morning to share our concerns, in a civil and respectful way. 10:00 hours - sound good?"
The majority of the crew mumble yes' and nod. Four is stoic in his non-response, his arms folded across his chest.
"Good," Two continues. "Now, everyone please get the hell out of my quarters."
Four leaves first, as he was barely in the door, followed by Five and Six, then Three, who glares at One as he exits, the door closing behind him. One starts to gather his clothes, but Two places her hand on his arm to pause him as he steps one foot into his pants.
"As you were, crewman." She orders, smirking as she pulls the tie of the robe open. He smiles and drops his pants back on the floor.
A little while later, down the hall in Bo's room, the brunette sighs in contentment, basking in the bliss of their wake-up sex session. She pulls the Android into her body to be her Little Spoon, wrapping herself around the blonde's slender form. She props herself up on one elbow and entwines her fingers with Ann's, kissing each of her lover's knuckles, then peppers her lips along her shoulder and neck.
"I wish we could stay like this forever." Bo muses. She lowers her head enticing Ann into an over the shoulder kiss, relishing the taste of herself on the blonde's lips. One kiss turns into several, as Bo loses herself in the smoldering passions, until the beep of her comm and Two's voice interrupts them.
"Bo, please join a crew meeting in the mess hall at 10:00 hours."
Bo groans in annoyance but rolls away from her bedmate to reach for her comm on the nightstand, clicking an open channel.
"Copy that, see you in…" She checks the time on the computer. "10 minutes." She flops back on the bed, her arm thrown over her eyes in an overly dramatic gesture.
"Duty calls." Bo laments, giving Ann a quick kiss before rising to go to the shower. The blonde gets up to join her, as has become their habit, but Bo stops her with a hand on her shoulder.
"As much as it pains me to leave you for even a moment, let me shower alone this time or we'll miss the meeting."
"OK, Bo." She stays on the bed, sitting perfectly upright on the edge. The robot's nanites glow across her skin, removing the remnants of their intimacies.
Bo cleans up quickly - with no distractingly gorgeous blonde under the water with her - and dresses, sitting next to the Android on the bed as she pulls on her boots. She stands to exit the room and Ann, still clad only in the white labcoat, follows her out the door to the mess hall.
"Ah, you should at least button up if you're coming, too." Bo giggles, amused to see how the crew reacts to After-Hours-Android. She figures it'll be good for a laugh.
"I assume my attendance, as a member of the crew, is also mandatory." The blonde does as instructed, fastening the coat closed considerably faster than she unbuttoned for the brunette the night before. "Perhaps this is an opportunity to discuss your tenure on the Raza, as a potential addition to the crew."
"Hmmm, maybe. Or, it's just a shopping list review for the station." Bo ponders, taking the blonde's hand and holding it affectionately while they walk. The Fae only has a couple dozen BitZ on her - losing most of her already meager belongings on the destroyed merchant ship - barely enough for a few good meals even on a divey little station like Calles-4. She'll need some sort of paying gig soon; hopefully, keeping her room and board - and blonde bedmate - on this ship. They traverse the short distance down the corridor to enter the mess hall exactly on time - for once, for Bo. The crew are all seated on one side of the dining table; Two in the middle, Three and Four to her left, One, Five and Six on her right.
"Jesus!" One exclaims at first sight of the scantily-clad Android.
Everyone but Three - who got a preview last night - drop their jaws and raise their eyebrows in shock at the Android's clothing, or lack thereof. Her blonde hair cascades chaotically around her face in what can only be interpreted as a "freshly-fucked" style. Six tries to cover Five's eyes but she bats his hand away, side-eyeing him with annoyance.
"Android, go get in uniform!" Two barks.
"Of course, Two. I had no other attire handy as I was in Bo's -" The blonde explains, but Two holds up her hand to halt the speech.
"Just go, now!" Her patience is razor thin, and the robot obeys, immediately exiting the room. Two turns her attention to Bo, who is now on edge with the openly hostile attitude, and motions for her to take a seat at the dining table across from her.
"Bo, we called this meeting to discuss some...issues that have arisen with your presence on board." Two speaks in a deliberately calmer but still firm tone, steepling her fingers with her elbows rested on the table. Bo crosses her arms defensively as the commander continues.
"There's no easy way to say this, so I'm just going to say it . We need you to stop fu-" She's interrupted by Six clearing his throat and glancing at Five, who blushes. Two takes a deep breath and adjusts her phrasing. "We need you to stop having sex with our Android". Bo just stares unresponsively at Two, so she adds "Please."
"No."
"No?"
"No! We're not hurting anyone, and we're enjoying each other's company - why should we stop?" Bo's voice has a bite to it. "What exactly is the problem?"
Two sits back in her chair and gestures at Five to start the list.
"I uh, appreciate your help in the engine room, Bo - you're a skilled mechanic - And I really like talking to you, and hanging out and stuff…" The teen offers a positive point along with the critical feedback. "But I can't keep up with the ship's systems without the Android's full attention." She plays with the frayed edges of her multi-colored sweater, to soothe her own nerves at the confrontation.
"You know that old saying 'In space, no one can hear you scream' - except that we can, over and over again!" Three jumps in with his complaints. "So stop 'playing doctor' with the robot and try giving the rest of us on C deck a little peace and quiet!"
"You're also using three times more water than your allotted ration." One adds, although in a much more kind tone than Three.
"I seem to recall a story about you spending some quality time with Wendy the sexbot...So, you know, glass houses and all that…" Bo snarls, as One looks away. She turns her ire to Four and Six.
"And you two?" She challenges. "My friend," She locks her burning gaze on Four first. "And my lover?" She spits the words at Six.
"As we have discussed, my friend," Four says the word with sincerity. "I believe you would be an asset to the ship, but not if you maintain this level of attention with the Android. It is not healthy, or conducive to crew morale."
Bo's anger starts to mix with a familiar feeling of sadness, and the bone-deep loneliness of wandering rootless for so long - never really belonging, never fitting in - always hiding her true self, painfully aware of her "otherness". She convinces herself she dropped her guard too much with this crew; it's foolish to think maybe she could find a family again. Her eyes well up but she holds back her tears to glare at Six for his answer.
"Bo, you are amazing, in every way," He says. "But I can't go on like this!"
"Let's put it to a vote, we - " Two declares as she stands up from the table.
"Doesn't Ann get a vote?" Bo interrupts the commander in a harsh tone. The crew all stare at her, perplexed.
"Ann Who? You mean the Android?" Two asks, genuinely confused.
"I've heard of women naming their vibrators, but this is ridiculous!" Three scoffs.
"She has a name now?!" Six is incredulous.
"Oh! I get it! Ann-Droid. That's cute." Five smiles at her realization.
Just then, the subject of their speculation walks back into the mess hall to rejoin the meeting. The Android is in her usual blue jumpsuit, hair up in the typical bun, as she stops to stand behind Bo.
"Yes - don't you think you should ask her what she wants?" Bo indicates the blonde with a nod of her head.
"Ask me what?" The robot inquires, oblivious that she has been the topic of conversation for the past several minutes.
"Nothing, Android. This is about Bo." Two replies briskly.
"They're about to vote me off the ship, and I thought you should have a say in that decision." Bo turns to address the blonde.
"SHE'S A GODDAMN MACHINE! NOT A PERSON!" Three yells, jumping up and startling everyone but the Android. "What, are we going to do the voting-if-she-gets-a-vote-thing again?"
"Enough, Three! Sit down!" Two orders.
The rogue huffs at her for a terse few seconds before shaking his head in disgust and aggressively sliding out his chair, planting himself in it. Five is on the verge of tears, upset with the proceedings. Six, One, and Four seem resolved in the outcome, if not especially happy. The room is filled with a tense quiet for what seems like eons.
"I want Bo to stay."
The Android states her preference, placing her hand on the brunette's shoulder. Bo gazes up at her lover, and can't keep a tear from escaping down her cheek. She places her hand over the blonde's, and looks to Two.
"Duly noted - anyone else, show of hands, Bo stays?" The commander asks. Five raises her hand halfway, and shyly smiles at Bo and the Android, who smiles back at her. Three sneers at Bo, arms crossed tightly, and the other men avoid eye contact.
"Fine. I'll be off-boarding at the station tomorrow morning, gone for good." Bo states, standing up, leaving her hands flat on the table - mainly so she doesn't ball them into fists and start punching, as her inner succubus is wanting to do. "We done here Captain - can I go now?"
"We're done, dismissed." Two answers, regretful that it came to a contentious resolution.
The Android is standing at parade rest but her eyes and face show agitation. She glances rapidly around at the crew, surprised at their treatment of Bo. Her emotional AI subroutine is in disarray - she can't fathom the possibility of Bo's absence. Bo turns to leave, and barring any other directive from the Raza crew, the Android follows her.
"Well, that escalated quickly." One comments, shaking his head in disappointment.
Five runs out of the mess hall, sobbing. Six follows calling after her, clearly concerned for the girl.
"Happy now?" Two snaps at Three with contempt. He offers a slight nod.
Two pushes off from the table, motioning for One to accompany her, and they leave. Three and Four stay sitting for several moments, Four's jaw twitching the only sign of his emotional upset. He slowly rises from his chair and leans down to whisper menacingly in Three's ear as he passes behind him.
"You just made a powerful enemy."
Three chuckles nervously, seeming to laugh off the threat, but his face falls after Four exits and the rogue is suddenly uncertain if Four meant Bo, or himself - and which foe would be worse.
The Android and Bo walk in simmering silence back to Bo's quarters. Bo angrily punches the door code and the Android follows her inside, doors shutting and locking behind them. Bo paces, her succubus fuming at the human betrayal, a faint orange glow emanating from her heart, eyes blazing blue even as they spill tears. The Fae beast inside of her knows Ann isn't their actual soul mate but it's the closest relationship they've had in decades, so she's revved for a fight. She turns to the Android.
"Come with me!" Bo's multi-octave voice commands, as her hair floats and reacts to the static electric field generated by the Dark Queen's wrath.
"I cannot." The blonde answers, with a hint of distress. She is not supposed to be capable of real emotions, but what she is experiencing now is extremely uncomfortable and conflicting. "I do not want to be apart from you, Bo, but I am bound to the Raza and her crew - by my primary programming and design."
Bo growls in frustration and rushes to her, ripping the uniform off in shreds, destroying the symbol of the Android's indentured servitude. The blonde stands naked, unafraid but curious as to Bo's purpose in her furious emotional state. The Fae beast appraises her, the growl shifting to a purr as the succubus grabs the Android's face in a rough and raw possessive kiss. Ann matches her lover's fervor and envelopes Bo in her arms. The angry orange glow fades as Bo melts deeper into the kiss for endless minutes, pressing her clothed body into the robot's nude form. The savage beast soothed, for the moment, her madness transforms into simple passion. The brunette at last steps back to breathe, and blink her blue eyes to brown as her rage fades.
The Android uses the opportunity to remove Bo's clothing, in a considerably less destructive manner than Bo employed with her. She unfastens and peels the vest and blouse off, then kneels to pull off each boot. The brunette's eyes flash blue again, this time in arousal as the sight of blonde hair at her thighs rushes moist memories through her body. The robot unbuckles Bo's belt and leather pants, pulling those down and off as she glances up at Bo's enraptured visage; pupils dilated, cheeks flushed, and lower lip bitten in what Ann has come to know as an expression of the woman's carnal focus. She stays on her knees and leans forward, eyes still locked on Bo's face, to very lightly touch the tip of her tongue on Bo's clit - detecting a growing pulse in the tiny organ as blood rushes to it. Bo's eyes flutter half-lidded but stay fixed on the blonde, as she releases her own bottom lip and sighs in pleasure. Ann takes hold of her hips while making only very small, delicate patterns with her tongue. The contrast of pace the Android is setting, compared with Bo's full Dark Queen bluster, is not lost on her. She pets blonde hair lovingly, not pushing - although her inner succubus is restless for more - but affirming her appreciation of Ann's calming attentions.
Ann continues, gradually increasing pressure, expanding the pattern incrementally - teasing occasionally with light suction - keeping her lover shivering just shy of completion. Bo is immersed in pure pleasure, not wanting the sweet torment to end yet fighting her Fae beast for control, to not grab a fistful of blonde hair and order the Android to finish her. Suddenly, without breaking contact, Ann moves her hands from Bo's hips to the back of her thighs and picks her up. Bo gasps in surprise, held aloft, as the Android devours her more forcefully, throwing the brunette's legs over her shoulders, hands splayed across her butt and low back in support. Bo is once again thoroughly impressed and aroused by the Android's physical power - holding onto blonde hair for dear life. Ann spears her tongue deep inside, creating an angle - amazingly - Bo hasn't felt before, making her come hard with a loud moan.
The blonde walks them to the bed, mouth still on and overflowing with Bo, to lower her down on the soft surface. She continues her oral adoration but Bo taps her head to stop. The Android does not want to stop pleasing Bo, in any and every way, for whatever precious hours they have left together. The new neural code pathways Bo accidentally imprinted with her bio-pulses are over-riding all but the robot's most basic ship-duty directives, compelling her to remain in Bo's company until or unless directly ordered by a crew member to another task. Blue eyes raise to look at Bo questioningly, and the brunette pulls Ann by her ears to sit up, crawling into her lap.
Bo settles them in a yab-yum tantra posture, one she often practiced with her wife; facing each other, her legs wrapped around the robot's back. Bo knows the deeper levels of tantric transcendence are not possible with a synthetic being, but she needs to feel as close as possible to Ann before they part ways. She directs the Android's hand down to slide three fingers inside, her soft skin weeping to welcome this more intensely intimate contact. Ann holds still, waiting for the brunette to set their rhythm. Bo moves her own hands to frame the Android's face, memorizing the planes and angles in this most perfect moment of connection.
Bo desperately pulls the blonde's lips to hers, thrusting into her mouth to drive the Android's hand-responsiveness with her tongue - noting the robot quickly learns the oral cues. Bo gasps high notes as she moves with the fingers deep inside her. If she concentrates, she can travel through time, reliving all the times Lauren touched her this way. Her imaginings and Ann's precise skill build a tingling excitement from the base of her spine to the crown of her head. The succubus' orange glow and crackling blue lightning return and surround the couple.
"Come with me…" Bo whispers against Ann's lips, lost between past and present, memory and moment. Seconds later she climaxes in explosive coils, involuntarily bio-pulsing, causing them both to cry out and collapse sideways on the bed. Bo catches her breath, the Fae energy effects winding down as her body cools and recovers. They stay entwined, on their sides, Bo's leg laying over the robot's hip, reverently caressing each other.
"Come with me..." Bo pleads for the third time, gazing into Ann's eyes, although she already knows the answer.
"I cannot abandon my crew." The Android replies, brushing a sweaty strand of dark hair away from Bo's face, tucking it behind her ear. The robot keeps her palm on the woman's cheek, and wipes a single tear away with her thumb. "I am not sure I would survive away from the ship; even if I was reprogrammed there are likely to be hidden deadswitch protocols in my system to avoid rogue android escapes. If I did survive, my presence as a runaway android and member of the Raza crew would significantly increase the danger for you, Bo - and I will not allow you to be harmed."
"You're right." Bo sighs. "I want a lot of 'little deaths' with you, but none of the big, permanent ones." She accepts the reasoning, a bittersweet ache in her heart at the Android's sentiment. Bo leans in for more kissing but her stomach interrupts with a loud growl, and the Android sits up.
"When was the last time you consumed food?" She asks with concern; now Ann really reminds Bo of her wife.
"Ah, maybe...yesterday...Or the night before?" The brunette admits, busted.
"Unacceptable! I shall retrieve your designated snacks from the refrigerator," The Android leaves their bed abruptly and puts on Bo's pants and blouse, barefoot. "I will also replace my uniform, and return here in 7.45 minutes."
The blonde leaves, with Bo having no doubt as to the exact calculation of time to accomplish the two tasks. By her own calculations, the succubus figures she'll have her lips on the Android again in 7.50 minutes; a good amount of time to think up other erotic super-strength positions to fill the hours they have left before arriving at the space station. Bo hugs a pillow to her chest and lets her imagination run wild.
15:35 Hours
Two and Five are on the bridge, working on the latest mechanical issue - the main exterior viewing screen.
"Argh, every time I recalculate a layer of the visual display ratio it screws up the setting I just fixed!" Five is stumped, and still out of sorts from the morning meeting. "I need the Android, or Bo, or both of them to help me!"
She moves to activate the comm, but Two gently places her hand on the teen's arm to stop her.
"No, let them be until we dock at Calles-4. We'll figure it out." The older woman hugs the girl to her side, and Five leans in as she nods in understanding.
Back in Bo's quarters, she has spent the better part of the afternoon going between consuming calories and burning them off again under, over, and next to her blonde companion, all over every surface of the room.
"I'm going to lose my galactic reputation as a Power Top because of you!" Bo teases the Android, play-swatting her butt as they cuddle in the dozenth round of orgasmic afterglow - this time, back in the bed.
It turned out that Bo was way off in her estimated time to resume making out, and more, with Ann as the robot insisted she eat at least one sandwich and drink an electrolyte-boosted vegetable-juice smoothie before she allowed any further physical contact. By some miracle, the Android did not encounter any of the crew as she traversed the ship in Bo's clothes, on her way to her charging station, where she changed into a new blue jumpsuit before fetching food from the mess hall. She returned to Bo's quarters exactly on time, bearing an assorted box of sandwiches, protein bars, smoothies, hydration-vitamin drinks, and fresh fruit. As Bo ate her long-overdue meal the robot put Bo's clothes into the cleansing cycle; a type of domestic-coupley routine Bo didn't realize she missed so badly until it was happening. When she finished eating, she was immediately hungry for the taste of Android, and managed to liberate the blonde from her new uniform without damaging it.
"Sorry about earlier, going all Super-Fae nuclear bitch." Bo traces her finger over Ann's nipples. "I hope I didn't frighten you, or anything. It pisses me off when people try to tell me what to do, or force my hand." Bo attempts to explain her contrarian nature. "I was shocked that we couldn't even have a civil discussion about what I wanted to do, and the way they dismissed you like you're, nothing, no one…." She takes a deep breath to calm herself, as the subject causes her to feel fresh anger.
"There is no need to apologize, Bo, I accept and appreciate your full nature and I will never be afraid of you." The blonde assures her. "I was also unpleasantly surprised at the topic and tone of the meeting."
Bo scoots up to kiss Ann, in gratitude. The robot flips them over, earning a startled but happy squeal from the brunette.
"Please instruct me as to the remaining fantasies and positions on your list for us to accomplish today…" The Android smiles, teasing her slick lower lips with her fingers.
"Mmmm, I think there's a piece of wall over there we haven't christened yet…." Bo arches as she realizes she might finally get worn out by this amazing synthetic being in her bed.
01:18 Hours
Bo wakes herself up with her own snoring, annoyed that she dozed off, costing her time with Ann. The Android is, of course, awake and observing Bo from her position underneath her, as she brushes sleep from her eyes.
"Don't let me sleep - I asked you to not let me sleep." The brunette grumbles.
"Bo, you required rest. You were only asleep for an hour." The blonde defends her action, or lack thereof, kissing the crown of her sex-mussed hair. Bo groans into the small bosom.
"Well, please don't let it happen again. I want to be conscious for every last millisecond we have together!"
"OK, Bo. Tell me more about your life with Lauren after you left FirstEarth."
The Android is fascinated with the historic and personal stories Bo has shared through their day and night of exploring each others' minds and bodies. Due to the Android's memory wipe, Bo did more telling of tales, but the blonde got her caught up on what there was of recent Raza adventures.
"Ah, where did we leave off…" Bo struggles to recall, the hours of sex and pillow talk blurring together. She also hasn't thought of her past life, in such detailed chronological order, in a very long time.
"Mars colony." Ann replies. "Then the Corps pressuring to sell her longevity research after she won the Nobel Prize."
"Right! Mars! We were pretty happy in the colony for around thirty years; Kenzi and Dagny, Dyson, Mark and Vex were there, too, along with most of the FirstEarth refugees." Bo sighs, reminiscing about her dear old friends. "But, the Corporations were getting more aggressive about having Lauren's secret science stuff so we went on the first wave of FTL ships to the Trappist-1 system - this is of course before that became known as the Central System - and holy cow, was I disappointed when Lauren told me the name had nothing to do with beer…."
Bo weaves the story, getting caught up in little details as she talks into the wee hours of the morning. The Android watches her in wonderment - every moment she spends with the brunette is an Alexandrian library of new information. If a mechanical heart could love as humans, or Fae, do then Ann's is full with the face of Bo.
0600 Hours
"Attention all crew members: we are now docked at Calles-4."
Two's voice echoes over the general comm system, but Bo knows it is mainly for her and the Android's information, since the rest of the crew was probably involved in the docking procedure, with her monopolizing the Android's time all night. Two's announcement serves as Bo's cue to disembark - they felt the ship actually lock into the station around 05:00 hours. The lovers had one more long, indulgent, sexy shower then both got dressed, to be as ready as possible for their separation.
"Time to go, robot lover." Bo says with a forced smile, trying in vain to lighten the mood as they linger in her quarters for a few more stolen moments.
"Logically, I should not be able to feel so distressed with the concept of your absence, but I do." Ann laments. "You have left a distinct energy signature in my neural network, and emotional subroutine."
"I care about you, too, Ann - very much!" Bo holds back a sob by kissing the blonde passionately, pouring her heart into every movement of her lips and tongue.
They break the kiss after long minutes, mindful of the time not in their favor. Bo takes Ann's hand and they walk out of the room to meet the rest of the crew at the station dock portal.
Stepping off the lift at the docking level, Bo almost has the wind knocked out of her as Five rushes into her with a hug.
"Hey Five, you keep MacGyvering this old boat for me, OK?" She hugs the teen back, whispering in her ear. She kisses the top of her head before pulling back to complete more restrained farewells with the other humans lined up along the portal.
She exchanges bows with Four, and nods at Two and One. She ignores Three and pauses in front of Six, to his surprise.
"It's been fun." Bo says as she raises on tiptoes to kiss his cheek, then slaps his ass. He smiles and tries to hide his body's reaction to Bo's proximity, discreetly crossing his hands in front of his groin.
The Android positioned herself last in line, closest to the station door, as Bo was saying goodbye to Five. Bo stops in front of her, and although they've had many hours of their own private sweet and sad farewell, the brunette pulls Ann into a final passionate embrace; tongues dueling, hands roaming over each others' backs. This is the first time the crew are really seeing this taboo relationship in living color, and it's shocking to see their Android kissing Bo with wild abandon. Two and Five blush and avert their eyes, to offer the couple some small bit of privacy. One and Three join Six in a different type of discomfort, as they each shift their weight nervously and adjust their pants at the same time. As the lovers keep going for several minutes, the awkwardness becomes too much and Two clears her throat in an attempt to signal Bo to move along, to no effect. One helps her out with a louder series of fake coughs. Bo finally takes the hint and pulls her lips and body back, but Ann keeps holding her hands as they longingly gaze at each other.
"I consider you a member of my crew, even if you are off the ship." The Android states. Bo understands that's the highest compliment the Android can give; and one last tear escapes down her cheek.
"We're family, now, Ann." Bo replies, sighing as she releases her hands and turns to enter the station platform, leaving the Raza.
"Goodbye, Bo."