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Author's Notes: This chapter almost didn't happen. I thought maybe I was letting the story get a little weird. I waffled back and forth on it for a while and came to the conclusion that, as a writer, it was my duty to let it get a little weird if that was where the story was going. This is also something that really intrigues me: a human and an android trying to figure things out and make it work. And that weirdness ended up being two chapters. So... enjoy the weirdness, I guess.
Chicago: Become Human
Chapter Thirteen: Intimacy and Compatibility
The next day, they pretended that night and the few nights before had never happened. They were polite and friendly, but didn't engage further. Perhaps they stayed away from each other even more than they used to, trying to compensate for how much they longed to be together again.
During the day, it wasn't so bad. They were still together. Though they didn't touch, they smiled and talked kindly to each other and basked in the company of one another. At night, Connor struggled. Left alone to wander in the dark, he had trouble following his patient, methodical routine of watching the house and the parameter until dawn. Outside the house he was better, but inside, he would pace. Mostly in front of the hallway leading to Samantha's room.
He had never experienced the feeling of firmly knowing where he belonged until now. He knew without a doubt that, he belonged in that bedroom, in Samantha's bed, his arms around her. Even with his routine patrols, that was where he was supposed to be. That he could not be there, the place he was meant to be, rankled him. It made him hate the cameras and wish Samantha would finally tell him to take her from this place. He would if she asked him to. He would in a second. And they would never look back. And when they were free, he would keep her in bed with him for days. For the rest of their lives.
By morning, he had worked himself into a fine mood. Even Samantha's gentle good morning did not soothe his irritation. Garrett dropped in unannounced and met Connor in the back, asking him for a report. He hadn't done this in at least a month. Connor's answers to his questions were clipped and curt. Enough to make the larger man raise a brow at him.
"You know, they say androids can't dislike. But I swear, Connor, you hate my ass a little more each time I see you."
That statement made the android's expression soften a little. "No, I do not hate you, Sir."
"Is that a fact?"
"Yes, Sir."
"But you hate that I take Sam away from you on the regular."
"I hate that when she comes back she is not well. I hate that she hurts."
"So, you do hate, then," Garrett said.
Connor did not respond.
"You didn't spend the night in Sam's room last night," Garrett then accused. "You've been doing that a lot lately."
It took all of Connor's will not to give away his inner surprise. He fought to keep his LED blue and his face passive.
"Last night, you weren't in her room and I saw you pacing around the house in agitation. Now you're out here with a sour attitude. You two fighting?"
"No. Samantha doesn't think I should be there every night," he said truthfully.
"Why are you even in there in the first place? You shouldn't let her try to keep you like a pet that sleeps at the foot of her bed."
Connor took some time to think of a response. Then he did what he had learned from Samantha. He lied like it was his villain superpower.
"Samantha does not sleep well. She has been sleeping better if I stay in the room with her."
"In her bed?" Garrett pressed.
"Sometimes. Most of the time, I will just sit on the floor against the bed. I prefer to be able to watch the door. She is usually satisfied as long as she can see me if she wakes up."
"But she kicked you out last night."
"She is trying to get better sleep without me. She doesn't want to rely on me for comfort."
"And you didn't like that, did you? You didn't know what to do last night without her."
"I am programmed for routine. I fell into that routine and now it's been upset. It will take me a night or two to find a new routine and then it will be fine. None of this is a problem."
Garrett continued to watch him carefully not saying a word. Connor could feel the doubt coming from the human. Garrett had good instincts about men and machines. Superb instincts. And Connor could see they were telling him that something was off about Connor's story, he just couldn't put his finger on what. But he knew now that what Samantha had said needed to be enforced. They weren't just being observed casually by the security staff. Garrett was scrutinizing their actions.
This was probably Connor's fault. Ever since he had purposefully walked into the lab, it put him on Garrett's radar. He was watching them personally. As much as Connor hated it, now was the time to be careful and distant. When the human left, Connor remained outside for a while longer. He was going to have to 'chill out' as Samantha would sometimes say. He would have to pretend everything was like it was before his awakening or he would never get to hold her again.
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On the third day of pretending, of suppressing a part of him that was still new and wonderful, Samantha announced she was going outside to read in the sun. Connor looked at her neutrally. When she gave him a more insistent stare, he got the hint.
"I will join you," he said.
With a nod, she led the way out to the grass, book and blanket in hand. They sat together in the sun, far from the house. Far from the cameras. Just as where Garrett would stand with Connor when he visited so they could talk in private.
Samantha opened her book, looked down at the pages as if she were reading and said, "You seem sad."
Connor thought about how he felt, trying to nail down the unfamiliar sensation. "I am... bereft of you."
"I know. It's the worst."
"I want to touch you. All the time."
She smiled a little. "That sounds nice. I think about you touching me. All the time. But I haven't left you. We're both still here together. And I enjoy this, sitting under the sun next to you. You're still my best friend and I like being in your company, no matter what we're doing."
Connor gave a thoughtful look to the distance. "We are still best friends? That hasn't changed despite how we've changed?"
"Best friends, always," she vowed. "Partners in everything. You and me."
Partners. Friends. Lovers. They were all those things. Together. It felt good to hear her say this to him. It calmed the yearning that sometimes felt like it would drive him crazy. She was still here. He had her even if he could not be with her in all the ways he wanted right now.
In the silence that passed between them, Samantha then said, "I was thinking about all the things I would say to you if we didn't live here. All the things I want to say to you during the day. So, I was thinking we should make a secret code, just between you and me."
The idea was intriguing. "What do you mean?" Connor asked.
A stray breeze blew some errant strands around her face. Connor ached to brush them away. Samantha did it herself. "Like, when I see you looking a little down, I just want to hold you. Or at least tell you that I want to. So I was thinking..." She reached over and gave his elbow a brief squeeze. "When I do this, that's me saying I want to hold you."
Connor's LED began spinning with this new idea and all the possibilities. "I can use this, too," he marveled.
"Yes," she grinned. "It means the same from either one of us."
Connor straightened, adjusting his rolled-up sleeves as if he were preparing for a task. "Prepare to have your elbows touched all the time."
She barked out a laugh. "Oh, they're prepared."
Connor reached for her. But instead of giving her a light squeeze, he just pressed his finger right on the point of the elbow and Samantha instantly jerked back at the sensation. Then she laughed and swatted him away as he tried to do it again. Connor was smiling, too. He was glad he had this talk with Samantha. He was so laser focused on bedroom intimacy and all the ways they could be together, he had forgotten all the ways they had been together, even in the time before. Samantha had to remind him of how much he loved this, too. She always had a way of making so much sense of the bigger picture when he became too obsessed with the smaller things.
"Okay, and this," Samantha said, touching her nose, "is me when I want to tell you how adorable you are being. Which you're not going to get until you stop trying to touch my elbows in that weird way."
Connor just put his finger on his own nose, mirroring her actions. They grinned at each other for a while, fingers on their noses. Connor then stated that a finger touching the chin meant 'I missed you.' Both knew that was each of them every night when they were separated by the darkness. Then he stated, with a more husky voice, that if he touched his ear, that meant 'I want to touch you.'
"Everywhere," he clarified.
Samantha flushed a little, grinning to herself. "I'll keep that mind," she said as she fought to keep herself composed. If she were standing, her knees would have wobbled.
"What about 'I love you?'" Connor then asked. "How should we know that one?"
Samantha let her hand discretely brush his for a moment and their gazes locked. She met his eyes, intense. Her own dark look sent tremors through him. Even moreso her words.
"Connor, if you see me breathing, know I love you. If you feel my heartbeat, know I love you. Everything I do, everything I am is the signal that I love you. I love you in all the ways there is to love. I love you in ways not yet discovered by man or machine. Don't ever forget that."
His thirium pump skipped in response. There was a sensation in his chest that both ached and felt so good. But to that, he only said, "Yes, but, what about an actual signal?"
She laughed at him again and said, "Here's your signal." She stuck out her tongue at him.
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This went on for over a week. They were still together. They talked and laughed; played games, read and watched movies together. All the things they used to do from before. Now, Connor soothed his longings with experiencing them anew. Doing them not just with the human he was supposed to protect, not just this person who he became friends with and grew to care for. But with the woman that he loved. And it was as Samantha said. As long as they were together, it was enjoyable and it was enough.
Then one day, Connor noticed Samantha was a little off. She seemed stiffer than usual, but also restless. She would be watching him, then glance away if he caught her. None of their secret gestures were offered as an explanation. Though, Connor had to admit, they were all very one-note. So he waited patiently for her to either talk to him, or get out of whatever funk she was in by herself.
In the mid-afternoon, he heard her call for him from her room. "Connor, can you come in here and help me for a second?"
He strode down the hall, ready to assist in whatever task she had for him. As he stepped into the bedroom, Samantha was right by the door. She closed it behind him and locked it. Connor looked at her with mild curiosity as he waited for instructions. She didn't give him any. Instead, she just looked at him, eyeing his form up and down with a new expression on her face he had never seen before. Hungry, Connor thought. Though he wasn't sure why that was the first word to pop into his processor.
Then, he suddenly had an inkling a moment before she jumped him. Connor caught her easily by the thighs as her arms went around his neck and her legs to his hips. Her mouth crashed on his, demanding and desperate. He did his best to kiss her back with the same vigor as his thirium pump sped up.
"Ten minutes," she managed between kisses. "Then you have to go back out."
"Fifteen," he bargained as he walked her over to the bed. They both tumbled onto it. His mouth immediately began working her neck and she hissed.
"No more than twenty," she vowed and she began trying to rid him of his clothes as fast as she could. "Off. Take it all off."
"You too," he murmured as he quickly began to remove his clothing. Samantha did the same. It was far more fun to undress each other, but their time was limited. His vest, shirt and gun were practically dropped on the floor as he toed off his shoes. He sat to remove pants and the rest of his clothes while Samantha stood, pulling her dress up over her head and onto the floor. The undergarments went next. She kicked off her panties while Connor watched from the bed, his eyes tracing over the shape of her form.
She didn't give him much time to look as she climbed onto his lap, straddling him. Her arms went around his neck, his hands cupped her hips. As they kissed her chest brushed against his. His hands curved around her ass, squeezing, pressing her flush against him. She whimpered into his mouth and he squeezed again. Her body moved on instinct, grinding against him. She made a sound of frustration as there was no part of him to meet that empty ache growing at her core.
Not to be discouraged, Connor was ready to get creative. He shifted her over so she straddled one of his thighs. With hands on her hips, he helped her move against him. She let out a soft cry from the pressure and friction. The android kept her pressed firm as she rode him. He watched her with fascination as she squirmed, eyes shut and jaw clenched. Tiny sounds squeaked out of her as she tried to keep quiet.
Her voice hitched an octave higher. Her body tensed. She pawed at him, trying to get purchase as she ground down on him harder. "Connor, shit," she hissed and gave a firm bite at the juncture between his neck and shoulder. There was no damage she could do to his android shell, it merely lit up his sensors. "God, I need you. I never needed you this bad."
"I'm here. I'm right here," he murmured back.
She kept making harsh, pleading noises. She rode him desperately, her fingers digging into his shoulders. It wasn't enough. He wasn't scratching that itch quite right.
Connor flipped her over on the bed and stretched his body out next to her. She was panting and restless, sweat on her skin. His hand slid down to the juncture of her thighs and he rubbed her there while her hips bucked against him. Her hand clamped down on his, pushing it lower, wanting him inside her. Connor found it extremely attractive when she gave clear directions of what she wanted. His LED flickered into yellow when he slid two fingers inside.
"Ah! Yes!" she hissed out, trying to keep her voice low.
He moved in and out of her, massaging her inner walls. Lighting up all the sensors he knew were contained within. She responded beautifully to his touch, arching and writhing against him. He picked up the pace, splitting his fingers to stretch the walls. Pressure, friction, penetration: the three variables to his equation. His newly-acquired medical knowledge also told him there was a special spot located within. He searched and his tactile sensors picked up the different texture a few inches in. He rubbed and applied pressure.
Samantha clamped both hands over her mouth as she screamed. This time, Connor had an unhindered view as she crashed around him. Body flushed, back arching. He felt her internal walls flutter and squeeze around his fingers. Her hands fell away from her mouth as she was left a boneless, panting mess. Connor withdrew from her and leaned in to kiss her parted lips.
"You are mesmerizing when you do that for me," he murmured in her ear.
Her flushed face instantly went to beet red and Connor felt a unique satisfaction.
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He looked so satisfied with himself while her face felt like it was on fire. Even worse, she just had a feeling he was going to say it. No, Connor, don't...
"Always my good girl."
God damnit. Her body trembled all over again. He had to know. There was no way he did not know what that line did to her. But despite getting weak and hot for this android all over again, Samantha powered through it as she sat up. Their time together was running short.
"Your turn," she said as she reached for him. She ran her hands over his neck and shoulders, then trailed a finger down his chest to his core.
He immediately snatched her by the wrist and removed it before she could touch him there. "No," he said softly. "I don't want that." He held her hand lovingly, thumb circling her palm. But Samantha must have had disappointment on her face, even though she didn't meant to. He looked down and said, "I'm sorry. I just... not this time. Is that okay?"
Angela had told her that androids didn't need the climax every time. Sometimes they didn't even want it. And that it was okay to let them want what they wanted.
Her hands cradled his face and she kissed his nose. "It's always okay. Tell me what you want. I'll do anything you ask."
Samantha hoped that last line would trip him up the way he always did to her. Instead, he just melted into her, pressing their foreheads together, noses brushing. "Hold me. Love me. Touch me enough that it will last until the next time."
Her arms were immediately around him, pulling him in as she lay back on the bed. He settled on top of her, the hiss of his inner workings coming to rest like a soft sigh. Slowly, almost reverently, she adored him with kisses; over his face, down his neck and shoulders. Her hands ran up and down his arms, mapping out the planes of his back. Her toes caressed his calves. Then she finally got her hands around that absolutely grabable ass and he laughed into her shoulder. So she squeezed it again.
She touched as much of him as she could while whispering affections. She told him how much she loved and adored him, how amazing he was. How important he was to her, and how she would cherish him forever.
Her exploration of him began as sensual, but diminished into her just holding him. His forehead pressed to the side of her chin while her fingers now threaded through his hair and traced the line of his jaw. As they rested together in the stillness, Samantha slowly became aware of a pleasant thrumming from his chest.
"It sounds like you're purring," she said. "I can feel the vibrations."
"My systems are very content to be in your arms."
"So are mine," she replied with gentle humor.
Connor then tensed in her embrace and the purring stopped. "It's been twenty minutes," he said gravely.
Samantha let out a shaky breath. She hoped this was enough for him. She held him tight before releasing and he regretfully sat up and away from her arms. He seemed to be in no hurry to retrieve his briefs and pants. Once they were on, Samantha, now in a large t-shirt, met him with his shirt in her hands. She held it open for him and he slid his arms into the sleeves.
He watched patiently as she tugged it around him and began to fasten the buttons herself. "We're still together," she reminded to his downcast expression. "Everything I do with you I enjoy, even dressing you."
Connor seemed to enjoy it, too, when she straightened his collar and tucked his shirt into his waistband. He let her put on and fasten his vest as well. The tie he had to do himself; she wasn't sure how. And he would not let her handle his gun. She combed her fingers through his hair to put it back in place. Once he was all put together, she reached up on her toes to kiss him. He met her half way, his kiss soft and lingering on her lips.
When they pulled away, Connor still looked all too somber and serious for her liking. She stuck her tongue out at him: their code for 'I love you.' A smile pulled at his always-kissable mouth. He did the same to her and they both laughed. Connor was sent out, looking as sharp as ever and in warmer spirits.
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At night, Samantha found something new to keep her occupied after she went to bed. She had a phone now, with an internet plan. Some nights were spent mindlessly surfing the web, something she had never been able to do before. This would often lead her to stay up until ungodly hours and not even Connor would know. Though he did mention once or twice when she slept in far later than her usual.
One place she began to frequent online was the android message board. One night, she decided to take the leap and go into the Intimacy and Compatibility section. While most of the other sections of the board were fairly respectful and serious, this one was a mixed bag.
It seemed to attract the most trolls who sought to make fun of the members and also assumed the section was fair game to post whatever disgusting thing they felt like. It was here that Samantha discovered that android porn existed: both human/android and android/android. And even some of the members of the board were into it, claiming both they and their partners liked to look at it to get revved up during their intimate times together.
Samantha didn't know how to feel about that. With the humans, she was quite sure they were willing participants who were probably also paid. The androids, she wasn't so sure where the moral boundaries were. On one side, androids were machines designed for a task. You can't take advantage of a machine, especially if you are using it the way it was designed to be used. But they had the possibility of becoming more than a machine—at least some of them did. Angela had said some people had tried to force deviancy on their androids and it didn't work. Did that mean not all androids were capable of it?
It made her think long and hard about Connor and all androids in general. Connor was a machine. No matter how human-like he acted, that fact would not change. But he was a machine with his own thoughts and emotions. He was a machine that was cognizant and alive. But that didn't automatically mean all machines were alive like he was. Even the ones designed to look human in appearance. Where was the line? If it was a machine fully incapable of being nothing more than a programmed machine, wasn't it okay to treat it like a machine? Samantha didn't know anymore. Trying to come up with the answer just gave her anxiety.
Especially since her curiosity kinda wanted to look at the male androids in the explicit videos. She didn't want to do it to get off, she curious to see the equipment and how it worked. Was that weird? Was it disrespectful to Connor? She was just trying to learn. Eventually, she gave it up without looking, feeling dirty.
Like the majority of the demographics in the community, most of the intimacy topics related to human males finding compatibility with female androids. There were but a few topics related to male androids and most were merely reviews of attachments. Samantha didn't know if she was ready for that.
She did, however find a topic about training the android body to program erogenous zones in desired places. Apparently, this was something their programming could learn. If the participant was willing, of course. Samantha appreciated that the topic stressed that it should be done only with the android's consent.
She and Connor now had a daily routine of sitting outside in the warm summer sun, conversing and pretending to read. It was the only time they could speak candidly with each other. Samantha brought up what she had learned: if a major erogenous zone is discovered, it can be used to help train the body to recognize others. This for Connor, of course, was physical stimulation to his power core.
He seemed a little dubious, but agreed to try it. It didn't go well. The idea was to stimulate the original erogenous zone and a new desired area at the same time so the body would equate the two spots with the same sensation. There were no instructions on how long or how often this had to be performed. And with the fact that they could only sneak in a few intimate minutes here and there, the experimentation did not result in much.
Though during this, a new erogenous zone was discovered in an even odder area: his fingers. It was a very particular thing because touching the back of the hand or the palm didn't set it off. Neither did holding hands. Her fingers had to be entwined with his, rubbing up and down the sides of the fingers. She always thought of it as their hands making love whenever they had done it before. And while it certainly wasn't as volatile as his power core, Samantha still got a pretty good show when she held one of his hands and ran a finger over his. Up and down each finger going toward the thumb, and then back the way she came. It left Connor writhing on the bed as he tried not to yank the hand from her grip.
Unfortunately, all their intimate liaisons were brief and clandestine. There was no time to really enjoy each other and learn the way they wanted. Connor had informed her he also had researched on the internet and told a blushing Samantha that medical professionals considered it healthy for a human female to orgasm at least twice a week. He announced with no room for argument that he intended to keep that quota. For her health, of course.
That was how they spent their summer: in love and sneaking what time together they could. And learning to speak frankly to each other about their wants while sitting on a blanket in the sun.
August 15, 2038 – Three months until the android revolution
It was the morning before she was scheduled for lab work when Samantha met Connor at the backdoor when he walked inside the house. She had a small overnight bag brazenly in her hand and she jerked her head toward the garage.
"Come on, we're going out."
Connor followed without question and got in the car. Where ever she was going, he would always go. They went into town and Samantha parked the car in the back of a parking lot containing several chain stores. She left a note on the car's dashboard that read 'Be back tomorrow.' Connor saw the note and the travel bag in her grip as she climbed out. Something different was happening today and she hadn't spoken a word of it to him. He didn't ask. As much as he liked to have information, a part of him wanted to be surprised.
Samantha locked the car and they walked away from the parking lot. They walked down one block and then another. They came across a bus stop where Samantha paused to look at it. But as the bus was loading, she saw the cargo space in the back meant for androids and continued walking. Connor eventually offered to carry her bag and she let him have it. They walked for over an hour; Samantha in jeans and sneakers instead of her usual skirts that she purposefully wore because Connor liked them. She knew they were going to be walking a while that day.
They had passed a couple different hotels on their walk before Samantha decided to pick one. Connor remained at her side as she led the way into the lobby. He listened passively when she asked for a room with a king-sized bed and a checkout time for the next morning. The employee at the desk actually threw Connor a suspicious look with his overly-dressed appearance. Connor remained stoic and still as if he were any other android without an original thought in his head. He took internal pleasure at appearing as just a machine. Let the humans underestimate him. It would be to his advantage if action needed to be taken. Especially if it were required to keep Samantha safe.
Disinterested in appearance, Connor then followed Samantha when she received the key to her hotel room and stepped into the elevator. His facade only dropped when they entered the room. He had never been in a hotel room before. It was almost a claustrophobic feeling at first, having become so used to the space of the house. Here was just a bathroom, a bed and a TV.
Once inside, Samantha took the bag from him and tossed it so haphazardly on the floor, it nearly offended Connor's orderly sensibilities.
"Here we are," Samantha announced.
"Where is here?" Connor wondered, still waiting for the big reveal.
"Our retreat from the world. Today and tonight are just for you and me." She walked over and slid her arms around his waist, resting her cheek against him. "It's about time we had some real, quality time together before..."
Before she had to go back to the lab. He moved his arms to hold her, but she had already slipped away again.
"Holy crap, TV! We can actually watch TV!" Samantha eagerly picked up the remote and began flipping through the channels as she sat on the edge of the bed.
Connor watched her with the hint of a smile. His Samantha didn't like to dwell on the bad things, not with the person she was now. Now, she always pushed to get back up when something brought her down. She had vowed to live bravely and look positively ahead. She had told him this once. And that he had given her the courage to now live this way. Connor had never felt more honored.
He moved to sit next to her on the bed and watched her enraptured expression as she flipped through the channels. Connor had never experienced TV before. He didn't see what the attraction was for humans.
"...female body found naked from the waist down five miles West of-" Connor's head snapped toward the screen. He touched Samantha's wrist to stop her from changing the channel. It took a few moments to realize he wasn't watching the news, but a TV show about murder cases. This particular case had taken place in 1997. Connor took in every detail as the documentary covered the list of clues and possible suspects.
Then the next show began and he was pulled into the second case. Apparently, the entire channel played nothing but crime documentaries, with an emphasis on murders and disappearances. Samantha happily watched with him, sitting next to him on the bed until her back became tired, then she lay down on her stomach. She enjoyed watching Connor as much as watching the show. He was really into it. She especially loved watching his LED and how it would flicker faster when a particularly interesting piece of information would be given.
For the first time, Samantha wondered if Connor would have been happier remaining as an investigative android for the DPD instead of this boring job of guarding one human who mostly sat at home. Connor did have a sharp mind. He was probably dying for more mental stimulation. Samantha wished she knew what she could do for him about that.
At one commercial break, Connor finally remembered where he was and looked down at Samantha. She now lay on her back, watching him more than the TV. Her long hair cascaded off the side of the bed.
"I'm sorry, Samantha. This is probably not what you expected to be doing after you planned this."
"You can keep watching," she responded with a smile. "You're so cute. I like watching you. All I really want from our secret liaison is to wake up next to you in the morning. Everything else is bonus."
She shifted her head so more of it fell off the bed. Connor's eyes were immediately drawn to her long, exposed throat. He leaned down to kiss it, causing her to make a happy noise. It was nice to be able to do such a thing when he felt like it. In a sudden bought of silliness, he draped himself over her so they lay stomach to stomach.
"Oof! Heavy," Samantha complained, but didn't fight him off. Her hands drummed on his back, feeling the silk of his vest.
"Which do you prefer more, Samantha: having me in bed when you go to sleep, or when you wake up?"
She took a moment to think about this sudden, very un-Connor-like question.
"I'm asking for a friend," he clarified, when the pause went on too long.
She laughed as best she could with the considerable weight on top of her. "That's a tough question to answer. I like both those things very much. I guess I would-"
The show returned from its commercial break and Connor's attention immediately shot toward the screen. Samantha closed her mouth before finishing the rest of her thought and just smiled. Let Connor enjoy himself. She was okay with not getting into that topic anyway. Her head dropped back off the edge of the bed, her hair brushing the carpet, and she was content to watch the show upside down for a while.
At that moment, Connor looked back at her and she grinned at him from her upturned perspective. He rolled over sideways to reach for the remote and the wind was pressed out of her.
"Oh god," she half wheezed, half laughed. "You are so heavy."
Connor grabbed the remote and turned off the TV, to Samantha's surprise. Even more surprised when he rolled them both over so now that he was on the bottom with her haphazardly on top. She looked down at him in amusement when he dropped his own head off the side of the bed and laughed a little. His laugh was the most precious, beautiful thing. She wanted to protect it with everything she had.
"You were answering my question," Connor reminded as she kissed his chin.
"Both," she hummed as she nuzzled his neck. "Having you in bed at night and in the morning is preferable."
"I am honestly curious," Connor insisted, lifting his head to meet her gaze. "If I could only do one, which would you prefer?"
Samantha pulled back, folding her hands over his chest and then resting her chin on top. She breathed out as she looked thoughtful. "Well, let's see... I do love having you in bed at night. Especially when it's cold. You're nice to snuggle up to. It feels safe. I think I sleep better, too, when I have you with me."
"But you specifically said the thing you wanted most was to wake up next to me. Why is that?"
She glanced away, thinking.
"Don't think of a different answer," Connor gently said. "Tell me the real reason. Exactly how it is on your mind. Please."
Samantha rested her cheek on her folded hands so her gaze could no longer meet his. "Sometimes, in the mornings when I'm alone, I wake up and, for a moment, it's exactly like it was before you came. The house feels empty. I feel empty. And there is no one on Earth that cares that I'm so hollow inside. Then I remember you, but you're usually outside and the house is so quiet. It's like you were only a dream. And I have to wait for you to come back to confirm you existed at all. I can only tell you I missed you through our secret code, though I'm burning to say it out loud. And I can't hold you, which is the thing I want to do more than anything else.
"But waking up in your arms, hearing the thrum of your body, feeling your warmth before I even open my eyes is heaven. I don't get a chance to feel hollow. I feel full, complete, having you there, knowing you love me. That we love each other. I want that just once more, then I will be content."
Connor's arms went around her, holding her snugly against him. "I will make sure it happens more than once. As many times as I can. I'll figure something out."
She continued to rest her cheek against him, enchanted as always by the song of his inner workings. "It's not a big deal. It's just me being foolish. After all, it's not true. There is no need for my silly heart to feel empty. I do have you, even if you can't be there. You're still around. You still love me. I'm grateful for that much. I can be satisfied with that."
Connor held her a little tighter. He wished he could do more for her, be there for her always, in any way she needed him. "What else you do want to do while we're here? Tell me and I'll make it happen."
She lifted her head. "I think it's your turn first to tell me what you want to do. This day is for both of us and anything we want."
"This day, being able to be with you, to touch you and talk to you, is what I wanted."
She smirked at him. "Try again. Add something else to that order. Anything."
He raised a brow at her in such a way she wondered if he was going to take that as a personal challenge. "May I see your phone?"
That was an odd request. Samantha reached into her back pocket, pulled out the device and handed it to him. To her recollection, he had never touched it before. Though he could somehow use it wirelessly to text. She still didn't know how he did it. And she didn't know how he was doing it right now because Connor was just looking at it without touching the screen. Lights flickered in his eyes as they did when he was processing something internally.
"Here," he said simply as he handed the phone back to her.
Samantha looked at the screen and a heavy snort came out of her. She looked to Connor to see if he was laughing with her. He was not. "You're serious?"
"Yes. Very."
She snorted again. "Why?"
"We have the freedom to try whatever we want. Maybe we'll never get to opportunity again. Might as well see what it's like at least once."
Samantha studied the screen, scrolled around a little to read the information. She fought not to break into giggles. Be an adult about this, Samantha. "This is something you've been thinking about?"
"Yes."
"Tell me about it."
"Tell me why you seem hesitant about using attachments."
Samantha blushed a little at the word. "I'm just surprised you're the one bringing it up. This isn't exactly a device made with your pleasure in mind."
Connor sat up and moved to kneel next to her, both of them looking at the phone. "If you look at the specs, it should integrate with my systems just fine. I should be able to feel it as well as I feel tactile stimulation on any other part of my body." His gaze raised up and held her eyes. "But mostly, I want to use it on you," he said in low voice that made her tingle all over. "I want to know what it's like to thrust into you. I want to see how you respond. I want to make you feel good in every way there is."
The eye contact and this conversation were getting too intense. Samantha ducked behind her phone, even though it was hardly big enough to protect her from his gaze. Plus now she was mere inches from the screen and THE THING was still there, staring back at her in all its rigid glory.
"I feel sometimes when we're together," Connor continued, though his voice had lost all its heat, "that I haven't been able to fully satisfy you. And I want to."
She lowered her phone to look him in the eyes once more. So soft, those eyes; soulful and sweet. "You are very satisfactory, Connor. I would give you five out of five stars."
In those eyes, she saw affection and gratitude, his smile caring and just for her. "I still want to try it, though," he insisted.
She broke into laughter and bodily threw herself at him for a hug. He took the force of her weight easily and wrapped his arms around her. "Alright, you adorable dork," she laughed. "Whatever you want."
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It was more walking around the city for them. Several more blocks to get to the type of store that would sell such a gadget. Samantha was laughing and making jokes about it the whole time right up until the store, simply named "The Boutique", appeared up ahead. By the time they neared the door, her cavalier attitude shattered and she regretted ever leaving the hotel. Oh god, they were really doing this.
Connor reached the door and opened it for her. And she had to go in first. Great. She stepped inside and, only a few paces in, felt very much out of her depth. She had never been in a store like this, never thought she ever would. The front was decorated with lots of colorful lingerie in every design and style imaginable. There were games meant to be played between lovers, his and hers lubes and oils, padded handcuffs.
That was all Samantha's brain could take in at the moment. There were several other things she didn't even know how to identify.
"Hi, can I help you find something?" said the girl at the front counter. Her long straight hair was an electric shade of purple. Samantha tried to focus on that.
She warred with herself on answering the question. Either she could say what she wanted and be directed right to it, or she could refuse to admit what she was looking for and be left to search the whole store. No. Just get it out, buy it and be done.
"Do you carry the attachments, you know, that you like... use for androids?" She felt stupid saying it. And then a unique horror occurred to her. What if they didn't sell that kind of thing here? What if this stranger looked at her like she was some sort of freaky pervert and that they didn't carry that kind of stuff? Shit. She wanted to bolt right then and there.
"Yeah, that stuff is in the back," the girl responded without batting an eye. "What's the android's model and I can look up which one has the right plug."
Samantha was both relieved and afraid all over again. There were different kinds for different models? Connor wasn't a regular commercial model. This wasn't going to work.
"I won't be in your database," Connor said, stepping forward. "I know the type that is compatible with my body. Can I give you that?"
The store employee noticed Connor for the first time and then did a double-take, whether because of his appearance or because he had spoken. It was possibly the former because the purple-haired girl then gave Samantha a look that said she did not blame her at all for wanting to bang this fine piece of android ass.
After checking the database of what the store had in stock, they were led to the back room, kept separate by black drapes. Contained within was a cornucopia of synthetic genitalia. Samantha nearly backpedaled right out of there. Connor was engaged with the sales clerk and did not notice her horror. She tried to find somewhere safe to look, but everywhere she turned, there were different designs and colors and shapes. She settled for staring at the drapes, face burning.
"Samantha," Connor called to her. She glanced around to see him holding two rectangular boxes. "Which size would you prefer?"
She nearly passed out. "Size? There's different sizes?" Her voice sounded a little too high. She was talking approximately a full octave too high.
"Have you tried one of these before?" the clerk asked. Seeing Samantha's wide-eyed look of panic, she said, "Probably not. I'd go with the smaller one. You can always get the bigger one another time if this isn't satisfactory."
Samantha didn't remember any other conversation after that. She was so out of her comfort zone she could barely process. One moment they were in the back room, then she found herself at the front counter, pulling out her cash (because she sure as hell wasn't putting this transaction on a card) while the clerk explained that after the box was open, there was no returning this type of item. Connor took the bag containing the rectangular box and thanked the clerk.
The clerk with the purple hair eyed him again as he thanked her. "How do you get your android to act this eager?" she asked Samantha. "I've never seen even the personal pleasure bots look at their owners the way yours looks at you. I've only had my android—he's a domestic partner model—for maybe five months, but all I've managed to get from him is polite interest at best."
"I had nothing to do with it," Samantha found herself saying as she tucked the change into her back pocket. "It's all him. Do you think it was my idea to come here?"
As she turned around, she heard the clerk whisper, "What?" and then louder she said, "Wait. Coming here was the android's idea?"
Samantha did not answer as she hurried Connor out the door.
.
Being absolutely mortified made Samantha hungry. They stopped at a small cafe for lunch. There weren't any NO ANDROIDS signs out front, but there was an android waiting station. Samantha asked if she could sit at one of the tiny tables made for two outside with Connor so she didn't have to eat by herself. That staff didn't have a problem with that, so the two sat while Samantha ate lunch. The box inside the thankfully unmarked bag remained at their feet and neither spoke of it.
It was mid-August and the summer heat was still in full swing. Samantha was plenty tired and sweaty by the time they made the long walk back to the hotel. Almost immediately after stepping into their room, she removed her jeans and replaced her shirt with a dry tank top. Next, she flopped back on the bed, arms spread, in just a pair of panties and her shirt.
Her eyes were closed, hair spread out to get some air into her sweaty scalp. Connor's weight pressing down on the mattress around her made her smile. She felt his lips caress the side of her mouth and then her jaw. Opening her eyes, she saw Connor on his knees, straddling her body as he shrugged off his vest and then went to work on undoing the buttons of his shirt.
All her insides fluttered at the way he looked at her. "You're not wasting any time."
"I can't pleasure you all day if I don't start early," came his bemused response.
He kissed her again. She laughed into the kiss and put her arms around his neck so he would pull her up with him when he straightened. Feeling his effortless strength never failed to thrill her. He kissed her a few more times, laving affection on her lips and then down her neck, before reaching for the colorful plastic bag that had been discarded on the floor.
He dumped the box onto the bed and Samantha looked at it in almost a grim manner. Connor was still methodically removing his clothes. The shirt came off, then he started working on his pants as he kicked off his shoes.
"You're really excited about this," Samantha realized.
"It's exciting to try new things. Especially when they're with you, Samantha." Connor sat himself on the bed, as naked as the day he came off the assembly line. "Besides, I'm not sure how long it will take to install so we might as well start now."
Samantha looked down at the box. Install? She didn't know how to install things. Especially on something as complex as Connor's body. What if they couldn't figure it out? Was there an android phallus customer support line? God, she loathed to call android phallus customer support.
Yet, even as she thought this, she was opening the box automatically. The contents were spilled onto the bed. There it was. Covered in transparent plastic, with a skin tone and familiar shape of a male sex organ.
Connor reached for the instruction booklet. Sam snatched up the attachment, as if afraid of Connor getting it first. Removed from the plastic, she daintily held it by the plug end, not touching the softer part of the silicon appendage. This was the small size? How big were the other ones? She waved it around experimentally. It wobbled a little, but mostly stayed at rigid attention. She fought the urge to giggle nervously at it. No Sam, be an adult about this.
Instead she looked to Connor to see what he thought. He was not paying attention. A square of lower panel in his groin area was removed and he was attempting to study his own inner workings.
"Samantha, I need your help. I can't see inside very well."
Samantha felt the sweats coming on. His inner workings terrified her. Mostly because she was afraid she would break something in him. He gave her the manual and she dumbly looked down at the diagram similar to the exposed wiring in front of her. She let out a long breath. Moment of truth time. The drawing given in the booklet wasn't exactly like Connor's exposed makeup, but it was close enough.
"Am I reading this right? Here's the bundle of wires and I'm supposed to put it IN the wires? Not... somewhere around the wires? That sounds like a weird design choice."
"The plug is located in the middle of the wires," Connor informed her. "You should be able to feel around in there with your fingers and find it. It's safe."
"For me or for you?" she asked, staring at the unfamiliar gadgetry. It was fascinating to see what Connor looked like underneath his shell, but Samantha couldn't identify anything she saw. All of this was brand new territory.
Connor gave her an encouraging smile. "It will be fine. Just go slow."
"Alright. Tell me if it feels like I'm doing it wrong." She carefully reached in to probe the wires.
"Ah!" Connor barked and she jumped back.
"What!" she panicked. "I didn't even touch you yet."
Connor was grinning at her.
"You big, dumb dork!" she yelled at him. "That scared me! I don't want to hurt you!"
He gave her a heart-melting smile full of affection and amusement. "I won't let you hurt me, I promise."
"Alright." She let out another long breath and slipped a careful finger into the wires. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Connor's hand clench. "You okay?" she asked carefully.
"Yes. Just... an odd sensation. Continue."
Samantha continued feeling around. The area was pretty tight. Was the plug really supposed to be able to fit in there? She wiggled her finger around to see if she could get it to loosen up. A strained noise escaped the android body and she jerked her head up to check on Connor. His whole body was tense. His eyes were shut tight, his LED flickering to yellow.
"Oh, no, did I hurt you?" she asked. She stilled her hand, afraid of doing any more damage.
Connor, to her surprise, shook his head in the negative.
"You're not hurt? Does it feel... good?"
Biting his lip, eyes still shut, he nodded. Samantha looked down at her hand, pressed into the wires of his inner workings. That seemed wrong. She was practically in his mechanical guts. This shouldn't be pleasuring him. Her immediate fear was that she broke him somehow. All the experimenting with erogenous zones had screwed up his body. This was her fault.
"S...Sam," Connor whimpered, catching her attention. "Please..."
She looked up at him again, worried she was going to mess him up even further if she continued to do anything to his inner workings. "Connor? What can I do?"
"Keep... keep going. Please."
Her brows raised in surprise. Seriously? She pressed into the tight bundle of wires a little more. The cry of tortured pleasure that was torn from him was the hottest sound she had ever heard him make. She pressed her finger in a little further and wiggled it around.
"Ah!" Connor flopped backwards on the bed, eyes shut again.
Holy shit. He was super into it. Samantha had never seen him like this. And she never would have thought this relationship would lead to her fingering her male-model android. Well, this was her life now. With acceptance, she entered a second finger, to Connor's absolute heady and desperate cries, and began moving them in and out.
Samantha had never had a better show as the android writhed and whimpered and arched as she pleasured him. He had never reacted like that before. And Samantha was starting to prefer it over going for his power core. When she played with the core, Connor would freeze and hitch, despite his pleasure. His LED would constantly be in the red until his climax. And as careful as Samantha was, she was always afraid she was going to hurt him.
Doing it this way, even though Connor seemed even more stimulated, his LED was only going up to yellow so far. The fear that came with the climax was gone. Strangely, this seemed safer for him and his systems. So Samantha decided she would go with it. Fingers still inside him, she slid up his body to nip at the juncture between his neck and shoulder. His arms instantly clamped down, pinning her to him.
"S-Sam, more. Please, keep going," he begged.
Good god, this android was so hot. She was getting wet and restless just watching him. Connor only used the shortened version of her name when he was too out of it to pant more than one syllable. She liked that. She wanted to keep him like that.
"Baby, not so tight and I will," she cooed.
It seemed to take some will for him to let her go. When his arms finally fell from her, she sat up and leaned in to kiss his open mouth.
"Sam... S-Sam..." he whimpered.
"I'm here, baby. Let me take care of you."
She continued moving in and out with firm, long strokes, going in a little deeper each time. Connor went back to biting his lip, eyes closed. His hands fisted on the bedspread. He arched into her touch, wanting her deeper. She complied, pushing further until her fingers hit something solid. That must be where the socket was located. Feeling around, there seemed to be something back there. Some kind of raised bump or node.
"Ah!Yes! There! Right there!"
Right there, huh? Completely turned on herself by the show, Samantha focused her attention on that spot and Connor's cries jumped up an octave in their desperation.
"Are you close?" she purred. "Baby, are you going to crash good for me?"
More panting cries from the android before he managed, "I- I'm almost...d-don't stop!"
Like Connor often did for her, she scissored her fingers to stretch the wall of wires around them, rubbing them firmly before pressing again to the node in the back. Connor reached a hand blindly for her and she caught it. With her free hand, she brought it up, sliding her tongue into the space between his fingers. When she nipped him there with her teeth, Connor fell over the edge.
His voice fritzed with static as he cried out, eyes open with wide-eyed wonder of it all. He bowed off the bed for several seconds as the charge ran through him. Samantha felt the shock of the current, but since she was using her right hand on him, it didn't hurt her at all.
Connor lay bonelessly on the bed, air pumps panting for his over-heated systems. Samantha could feel the heat coming from the exposed panel as well. He had an arm draped over his eyes like he had the first time she had thoroughly rocked his world. This time, she completely left him alone, sitting quietly while he took the time he needed to come down from his high.
When he had cooled and his air pumps had kicked off, Samantha leaned over him and kissed his chin. That caused the arm to be removed from his eyes and he greeted her with a smile and another kiss to her lips.
"That was nice," he murmured.
"It looked like you enjoyed it," she grinned back as his arms went around her, pulling her down to rest next to him. "I was beginning to worry. It's been so long since you've done that. Since I could make you do that. I was worried it would start to hurt our relationship."
He sobered a little, running his fingers through her hair. "I'm sorry. I know that disappoints you when I can't or I don't want to."
"I'm not disappointed. Never in you, Connor. It's just a stupid human hangup. We like being able to make our partner feel good. If we can't, it's an ego thing. None of it is your fault."
He rolled over a little so he could look her in the face. "You do make me feel good. Every time you touch me. But I don't like feeling that vulnerable and exposed when we're hiding and rushing ourselves so we don't get caught. I want it to happen in a place where we feel safe and we can take our time."
Samantha cupped his face, pulling it closer so she could kiss his forehead, then his nose.
"But now it's time I do something for you," Connor reminded.
She grinned. "Oh, that show you gave did plenty. Believe me."
He raised his brows in amusement. "Oh, did it? Let me find out." His hand slid down her stomach into her panties. She pressed her face into his neck, gripping his shoulders as his fingers found her and slid inside. She made soft sounds into his skin as he purposefully felt around more than he needed to before retrieving his fingers, wet and glistening. "Hm... just from watching me?" He looked from his fingers to her face with amusement.
"What can I say? I think you're super hot." He glanced back at his fingers. "Don't put those in your mouth," Samantha warned.
"I wasn't going to."
She gave him a suspicious look. "I feel like you were thinking about it. And if your face goes anywhere down there, don't think I'm going to let you kiss me after I've been walking around sweaty all day."
He laughed as he rested a bit more of his weight on top of her. Her fingers raised to caress his face.
"Look at that smile," she praised with warmth. "So cute. I love it." She kissed that smile and he continued to grin as he kissed her back. As he leaned into her, she felt that gaping hole in his body that needed to be tended to. "We should probably cover that up, one way or another."
He rolled over, propped up on his elbows. Samantha recovered the instruction booklet, now a little wrinkled. She sucked in a breath as she grabbed the attachment. "Now or never. You think you can handle putting anything else in there?"
Connor opened his mouth, but nothing came out for a while. "I don't even know anymore."
"Why did they build you like this? It makes no sense," Samantha mumbled as she inspected his insides once more. That tight bundle of wires wasn't so tight anymore. She could easily slip the thin, stiff plug through the wires to the socket inside. Connor tensed a little as she did so, but he wasn't as sensitive about it as the first time. Samantha idly wondered if the sensitivity came from the fact that it had been so long since Connor had climaxed despite some fairly regular stimulation. And now that he had release, he wasn't so needy. It was only a guess. Who knew when it came to androids?
The attachment snapped into place and Connor made a soft, surprised noise as his body tightened. Then he was still, face blank as lights flickered in his eyes. It was only for a moment before he blinked a few times and then looked at her.
"Were you downloading something?" Samantha asked.
"Just a few things that come with the attachment so it's integrated with the rest of my body. It's all installed now."
She looked from his face to his groin. Took in all of him. And then looked away with a grimace, hand over her face.
"What?" Connor asked.
"I am... trying so hard to not giggle like a five-year-old," she said honestly. She glanced back at him. "Can't you DO something about it? Does it always have to be fully erect like that? It's almost... offensive."
Connor sat up a bit more and looked at it. "I don't think so. That's just how it's always going to be."
"Then it's a good thing it's detachable. You'll never fit that thing into your pants."
They both broke into peals of laughter. Samantha was laughing so hard she had tears in her eyes.
"This is ridiculous," Samantha informed him, even as he reached for her. "Our lives are ridiculous."
"Mmhm," he agreed as he pulled her in and kissed her through her giggles.
He helped her remove her shirt and she slipped out of her panties. Now both fully nude, Samantha straddled him while Connor's hands remained on her hips. She bit her lip as her core settled along the length of the phallus. This is what it felt like to have a hardness to answer that ache in her. They kissed as she rolled her hips against him, against it. It felt good, she had to admit that.
Connor held her hips, encouraging her to grind against him. She whimpered as he laved attention on her neck, kissing his way down. He caressed her breasts with both hands and mouth—a talent he had been working on. A talent that was working her up into a fine, heated mess as she writhed in his lap. His hand slid between them, his fingers stretching her, preparing her for what was to come.
Samantha was in a haze of pleasure—exactly as he wanted her—when he lifted her up and brought her to rest on this temporary part of him. For a moment, her brain reminded her of how ridiculous this all was, and then it switched off when she felt a delicious pressure where she wanted it the most. She sank down upon it, biting her lip. There was resistance at first, being stretched for the first time. They went slow, Connor eternally patient as she rocked her hips, taking a little more in each time until she was fully seated and trembling in his lap.
Her arms hugged him tightly, face pressed to his neck as her tense muscles twitched.
"Relax," he murmured, hands rubbing up and down her back. "I've got you. You okay?"
She nodded against his neck. "Just... just give me a minute. Can... can you feel it? Can you feel me?"
He hummed in the affirmative, looking very satisfied with himself. He stilled, letting her become accustomed to the new sensation. Slowly, her hips began to move, seeking to find that lovely friction. Connor gently lifted her up and impaled her again.
"Ah-AH!" she cried, hugging him tight. And when he brought her up and down once more, she screamed, "Oh God! Connor!" She clung to him as her hips began to move on their own.
"You needed this," Connor said in her ear with thick amusement.
Eyes shut, clutching his shoulders for purchase, she shook her head. "No, just you. I—Ah! I don't need all this extra stuff. Just... Oh God! Just you." Even as she said this, she rode him harder, chasing that itch that was driving her forward.
"You have me." His voice was so deep. Sinfully smokey and hot. "It's okay if you like it. I want you to like it."
She let out another cry as he suddenly flipped them both over. Samantha found herself on the bed, brushing her wild hair from her face. Connor hovered over her on hands and knees. His expression smoldered with heat and hunger. Samantha nearly came from that look alone.
He leaned closer, their noses brushing. When he spoke, his voice was like dark, hot chocolate running down her spine into the core of her. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't think straight."
"Wh-what?" She could barely think straight now.
His mouth pressed to hers and she hungrily accepted him. When she felt him at her entrance, slowly sliding inside, his mouth tasted every delicious sound she made. Then he seated himself fully inside her while her limbs wrapped around him. He rolled his hips and her whole body reacted, tight and trembling.
Encouraged by the dig of her heels, he moved into her. Slow, measured strokes at first. He liked this; engaging in physical pleasure the way the humans did it. There was something deeply satisfying about thrusting into the woman he loved, feeling her whole body reacting around him with each movement. Her fingers clawed at his back desperately. Her breath exhaled in his ear, her voice a delicious pained and pleasured tone.
"Connor," she crooned as she nipped at his lobe. "Connor..."
He propped himself up on his elbows so he could look down at her face. He brushed away a few damp strands of hair sticking to her forehead. "I like that. Say my name again. Please, keep saying my name."
In a sweaty haze, she smiled at him through panting lips and hooded eyes. "Connor." The first one came out like a sigh. He moved his hips and the second one sounded more like a plea. "Connor." He dropped his head, his bangs brushing her clavicle. Still on his elbows, he thrust into her with measured force.
"Connor. Connor. Connor. Connor. Connor." His name flowed from her like a fervent chant. A prayer that began to rise in pitch to a desperate plea. "Connor. Connor. Connor. Connor! Ah! Ah! Connor! Please! Connor!" He answered her cries, picking up the speed and force of his thrusts. Chasing her high just as she was. He changed the angle, gripping the edge of the mattress above her head.
"Connor! Connor! Oh God! Connor! More! I—I'm almost—Connor!"
He actually growled into her ear, nipping her neck and she crashed, body trembling as she clung to him. Connor remained still and patient as she writhed and arched, riding her high until it was over. Her arms remained around him, panting with her eyes closed.
"Eighteen seconds," he said in a low voice. Eyes still closed, she felt his mouth bestow a few gentle kisses to her face before he added, "We can do better than that."
Before she could ask what he meant by that, he removed himself from her, sitting up and taking her with him. Samantha was still in a haze and was a mere doll for Connor to manipulate as he guided her to her knees, her back toward him. Her hands were set upon the headboard, his hands on her hips, angling them upward. Only then, did her thoughts break through the haze as she felt him brush the hair from her shoulder so he could set his mouth upon it from behind.
"What-what are you doing?" she managed to get out in a breathy voice.
"I already told you my plans," he whispered back with sultry humor. He entered her again with face pressed into her hair and hands cupping her breasts to hold her still. She gasped at the penetration and then leaned back into it, taking him all the way in. Connor made her stay like that—hands firmly on her hips now to keep her still—while he kissed the back of her neck and shoulders.
He held her until she whimpered and squirmed. Then he finally answered her, giving her what she craved as he pulled out and thrust into her with satisfaction. These noises that Samantha made, they were different than her soft, needy cries as he slowly made love to her. These were sharp cries of pleasure as he gave it to her exactly how she wanted it. These cries made his thirium boil and surge. They made him want to give it to her so good she would be screaming his name in pleasure even in her sleep.
He fucked her harder. She cried out in response before her arms gave out—and she banged her head on the wall.
Connor immediately stopped, eyes wide and horrified. Had he the ability to breathe, a comically loud gasp would have come from him. Samantha fell back into him, holding her head.
"Sam! Samantha! Are you okay?"
She was half laughing, half crying as she gingerly touched her head. Even as he tried to get a better look, she was kissing him as she turned around. "It's fine," she said between giggles and kisses. Her arms went around his neck, trying to keep his attention on what they were doing before. "We'll worry about it later. Please don't say you're already finished with me, because I'm not done with you."
He allowed himself to be distracted as a smile pulled at the side of his mouth. "Okay, what would you like me to do?"
She sat up on her knees and straddled his hips. "Stay there." Biting her lip with satisfaction, she sat down upon him until she had taken it all in. With a satisfied sound she ground down, rolling her hips so he was stimulating every little itch she had. When she started riding him, Connor took control, his android strength lifting her up and down with ease.
"Mmm, yes," she breathed as she clutched him. "I'm almost there. Connor. Be there with me." She held his face in her hands, their foreheads brushing as she rode him. "Can you? Can you do it with me?"
"Yes." His answer came out like a sigh.
A gasping laugh came out of her, as if to hear that was a huge relief. She continued to cup his face, eyes locked onto his as she chased her high. "Baby, stay with me. Are you almost there?"
Connor's air pumps kicked on. "Yes," he said with a beautiful hitch in his voice. He closed his eyes as he forced his systems to the edge. "I-I'm almost..."
Samantha rode him harder as his body tightened around her as she crashed. He came immediately after and then she screamed as something else happened. A low hum came from the apparatus inside her and she felt it through her whole being. It wasn't a cry of pleasure, but an absolute scream of surprise and overload as she smothered Connor's grinning face into her breasts, her fingers digging into his scalp.
His arms stayed tight around her, still pumping into her, milking her pleasure until she was truly finished. "Fifty-two seconds," she heard him say to himself.
But she was too focused on something else to take note of it. "Wh-what the crap?" Samantha demanded, still panting. With a wince, she removed herself from him and reached for the empty box left discarded on the other side of the king-sized bed. She inspected the packaging with a frown. "No, of course. Of course it vibrates!" She gave an incredulous laugh.
"I made it do that," Connor admitted.
Her head snapped to look at him. "What?!"
"I have control over the attachment. The program that comes with it also allows me to simulate an orgasm at will. So I was able to do that with you."
"Simulate?" Now Samantha looked irritated. "So you faked it?"
"No, I felt it. I really did. And it was nice. But it was more controlled. Not like what you did to me earlier. That was... something else." He grinned a little at the memory of it. In truth, his circuits were still tingling pleasantly from that high.
Samantha sat on the bed thoughtfully for a moment, mentally unpacking everything they just did. It all felt a little surreal.
"What?" Connor asked when she had been too quiet for too long.
"We just got this hotel room for fucking, I guess. I feel like... I don't know, like I should feel dirtier about it. But I don't."
"Why would you feel dirty?" Connor asked, coming up behind her. He placed a hand on her shoulder and kissed her temple. "We had fun."
She leaned back into him as he pulled her into a warm embrace. His body was heated from all the activity, even 'breathing' warm air onto her skin. Connor was right. It was fun. Samantha had always thought of fucking as something shameful and dirty. Something one did in dark, sticky and gritty places. But not with Connor. Everything she did with Connor she enjoyed. It felt good, it felt right.
"I love you," she told him. He mumbled similar sentiments as he continued to bestow chaste kisses to the side of her face, then her shoulder. She glanced back at him. "So what was the thing about the fifty-two seconds? What were you timing?"
"The length of your orgasm," he said pragmatically.
"What?" she asked with an unattractive snort.
"A lengthy female orgasm can be anywhere from sixty seconds to two minutes. Next time, I aim to beat your record of fifty-two seconds."
She laughed outright. "Where do you get this stuff?"
"The internet. I use your cell phone as a hot spot."
She was grinning wide as she leaned in to kiss him. "You're so freaking weird."
"You love that I'm weird," he insisted.
And he was right.