Flashes of electricity. A heavy, aching feeling in between her legs. A gasp for breath that seemed unneeded, but needed desperately…

Computress jumped as she woke, shuttering her optics hard. That was a strange dream. Very strange. Maybe, just maybe, it was a wet dream, or the closest thing that she could have to one. She disconnected herself and stepped out. She had to go find Dexter and ask him about this dream. Dexter was humming as he read a book, relaxing beside Double D.

"Dexter?" Computress asked.

The redhead looked up, surprised. "Hello, my love. Have a nice recharge?"

"Yes. I had a strange dream."

"Oh? What about?" Dexter asked, closing the book and smiling up at her.

"I am not sure. There was an ache and electricity. And I needed air, but could not get enough. I felt like I was overheating."

"I am not sure, Computress," Dexter said with a shrug. "I did have to reboot the power station. You have been offline for a few days."

"I have?!" She searched for the date and was alarmed to find that she had missed her three-month anniversary with the Professor. She was disappointed.

"Has the Professor asked about me?"

"Why do you not turn around and ask him yourself?" Dexter said, picking up his book again.

Her cheeks flamed as she indeed sensed two more life forms in the room. One was Edd, who was doing a crossword on the other side of Dexter. The other was right behind her. She turned shyly, focusing on her hands.

"Hello, Professor," she said softly.

"Hello, my dear," he said, taking her hands and pulling her flush against him. "Do you have a question for me?"

"I…Have you missed me?"

"Yes. I have."

"How much?"

The Professor briefly glanced at Dexter, who shrugged—it had been three months, and both of them could be considered consenting adults. They could do what they wanted at this point. As long as they didn't kill each other or break each other's hearts, he didn't care what they did. With that point of permission, the Professor kissed her deeply, enjoying her properly. She sighed in happiness, kissing him back. She'd never get tired of it. Ever. She shivered as his fingers danced on her hips.

"Hey, Professor, can we have meatloaf for…supper…" Blossom trailed off.

The Professor yelped, and shoved away from Computress. "Um, certainly. Certainly…" he said, trying to compose himself.

"Why are you dating a computer again?"

Computress was hurt at the tone. It was as if she wasn't good enough. She hid her hurt and walked over, hovering her hands over the computer as she took in information she already had. Her audio receptors were tuned in to the Professor, however.

"Because I love her."

"It. It's a computer, Professor."

"Computress is completely female, I assure you," Dexter said, a warning tone in his voice; things got broken when he spoke like that.

"But—"

"Come off it, Blossom," Buttercup growled. "Leave well enough alone. She likes him, he likes her. End of story."

"And she's definitely not Sedusa," Bubbles put in.

"But she's a computer. She can't have real feelings or anything like that."

"I spent a grand total of four thousand five hundred seventy-three hours programming emotions into her,Miss Priss. She has as real emotions as you do!" Dexter said hotly.

"But she wasn't born with them!"

"So what?" Buttercup snapped. "She's just fine the way she is! You're the only one who seems to have a problem with it!"

"Blossom, why do you have a problem with Computress?" the Professor asked gently.

"Because she's not good enough for you! She'll never be good enough for you!"

Several things proceeded to happen within the span of five seconds.

Dexter shrieked and lunged for Blossom's throat, screaming, "Shut up, you little bitch!"

The Professor grabbed Dexter around the middle to keep him from his daughter. Buttercup slapped Blossom, while Bubbles gasped and back up. Suddenly, sparks flew from the computer console and they were plunged into darkness lit up only by the faint green glow of Fusion Matter. They stood there, panting heavily.

"What happened?" Blossom asked.

"Circuit breaker?" Edd asked.

"No, I don't think so," the Professor said. "Computress, what happened?"

There was no answer.

"Computress?"

"Computress, emergency lights," Dexter said. Again, no answer. "Computress! Answer me!"

"Where'd Computress go?" Buttercup asked.

"Double D, help me make lights with the Fusion Matter!" Dexter said, sounding a bit panicked.

Things were soon lit up by floating orbs of light. Computress seemed to have vanished. The Professor got the lights working again while everybody else searched nearly every room in the lab/house. When they got back, Dexter tore Blossom to pieces, berating and belittling her. He kept it up well past her crying point. He only stopped when the Professor got back and let him know, in no uncertain terms, that if he did not stop yelling at Blossom, he would be forced to end his relationship with Buttercup.

They spent the rest of the day trying to pinpoint Computress' signal, but she seemed to be scrambling it. Then, after disappearing for fifteen minutes, Dexter reappeared, smiling and pleasant again. Edd seemed to know where he went, but neither boy would tell the Professor where he'd gone. After eating a pleasant dinner shrouded in tense silence, the girls went off to patrol through the night while the boys settled down with their previous activities. The Professor worked at the computer, trying to track his love down, but it wasn't working.

"Professor, I suggest you go to bed," Dexter said. "She will turn up."

"Oh…Very well. You come and get me if you find her."

"Yes, sir."

The Professor slipped to his bedroom, stretching and worrying. He entered the room to find a lump under his sheets. No. She wasn't. She didn't. How had he missed her?

"Computress?" he asked softly. "Please come out."

"No."

"Why not? Don't you trust me? Don't you love me?"

"Yes. On both counts."

"Then come here."

"No."

"Well," he said, turning the overhead light off and his bedside lamp on. "Then I shall have to join you."

He stripped off his lab coat, hanging it up neatly. He took off his tie, socks, and shoes then slipped under the sheets. She shivered at the intimacy it showed. The man spooned her, pulling her flush against him. He inhaled her scent, which was much more appealing than usual.

"Talk to me, my love. Tell me what's wrong."

"No!" she spat violently, fingers digging harshly into his flesh

The Professor yelped and jerked the sheets back, staring at her angry face.

"I…what?"

"Do not call me that! Only Dexter is allowed to call me his love!"

"Oh…I'm sorry. I didn't realize…I'm sorry."

She suddenly relaxed and looked tired, turning away and hiding her face again. The Professor tilted her face toward him, kissing her hands until she removed them. He smiled, pulling her close.

"Talk to me, darling. What's wrong?"

"Do you agree with her?"

"Agree with who?"

"Your daughter."

"Which one?"

"Blossom."

"Do I agree with her about what?"

"That I am…" Computress stopped and attempted to turn away, but the Professor grabbed her chin and kissed her fiercely.

"That you're?"

"Not…not good enough…"

"Not good enough?" the Professor asked. "Of course you're good enough. You're more than good enough. You're more perfect than I could ever dream of. And you're all mine." At a look, he snorted. "When I say that, I mean you're all mine in this way." He kissed her again. "Or this," He nibbled at her jaw line. "Understand?"

"Yes, Professor."

He frowned. "Please, when we're alone together, call me Jonathan."

She flushed. "You would let me do that?"

"Of course," he said with a smile. "You are my girl, after all."

She smiled and blushed deeper. "Kiss?" she asked shyly.

"Mm, since you asked so nicely…"

They kissed, tongues dancing together as heat flushed through both of them. Need was rampant between them. Computress was nervous. Was this when she was going to touch him intimately for the first time? She shivered at the thought as her calculations processor spit out some interesting images. Suddenly, it was like her dream was alive. She ached heavily between her legs. She pulled back and looked down, confused.

"Computress?"

"It aches. Just like in my dream."

"What does?"

"Here." She placed her hand on the place just above where her legs split.

He helped her to sit up then looked where she was gesturing. He trailed his hand down it, noting how sensitive she was. There was something leaking onto the sheets from what looked like an unknown outline of some kind. He placed his hand in the liquid and sniffed it. Immediately, desire bolted through him and went straight to his nether regions.

"That little son of a bitch," he laughed with a shake of his head.

"What?"

"Dexter."

She blinked at him. "What about him?"

"He upgraded you."

"What? No, he did not. He would have told me…"

"Let's see your schematics then."

She went past the normal security and beamed the schematics on the wall across from the bed. She was floored. She had been upgraded!

"Why wouldn't he tell me?" She immediately got on the comm. and asked the same question, rather harshly, to the boy who was several rooms away via the computer.

"Because he wanted you to be just as surprised as the Professor," said Dexter, looking up from his book and smiling. "Surprise!"

"Those dreams?"

"You woke up several times, just as you always do. Now, enjoy yourselves. I will be asking how it went in the morning, but more for the sake of 'what do I need to fix' than perversion."

"Thank you, Dexter…I think," Computress said, signing off.

She looked up then froze when she saw the desire flaming in her love's eyes. He looked very…sexy, she believed was the right word. He pulled her close. "Mm, what say we try out this new upgrade?"

Awhile later, Computress was snuggled against the Professor as he pulled the blanket over to cover them. She offlined her optics and was quickly out. He stoked her chest lightly for a few minutes, thinking over his experience.

"Definitely going to have to thank Dexter," the Professor laughed as he snuggled down.