He knew what a touch felt like, though he couldn't remember having actual skin anymore. But despite that, he could still feel her lips on his; cool and dry, but not chapped. Her hands were curled against his shoulders, torso and chest pushed against him where his arm pulled her closer. He could just register one of his hands in her hair, the wrist brushing the softer skin on her neck; something the makers had done for appearance no doubt.
He didn't think he had anything in his cybernetics that would manifest butterflies, or lightheadedness, but that didn't seem to matter. Something was giving him both feelings, like flying, or warm fragrant rain… he abruptly realized that this was the first time he had ever felt human since waking up in a full cyber body - years ago.
She sighed into his mouth, breath mingling with his, her eyes closed peacefully as their kiss slowly broke, faces still lingering close as if unwilling to give up the proximity. A moment later, her eyes slid open, violet irises meeting his implants squarely, and her voice quietly said his name.
He sat up in bed, gasping. Staring at the hands that just a moment ago he would have sworn were holding her, he cursed.
He was a cyborg. Cyborgs did not dream… at least, not according to the platonic ideal.
Well, he thought, fuck the platonic ideal. Obviously, he had just had a dream that was straight out of the books.
As he lay back down, trying to settle enough to return to the rejuvenation cycle his body needed after a week without, his mind immediately returned to memories of an experience he had never had. He sighed. The dream wasn't the problem, so far as he was concerned. It was the waking up.
It's the fault of the Christmas drabble (which I'll post on saturday or something). An idea used in most every fandom at least once, I'd imagine, and partially inspired by reading the prologue of the book 'After the Long Goodbye' (which is a prelude to the movie 'GitS: Innocence')