"John," The Weapon poked at him in his dreams, "Talk to me…"

John remained silent, looking away from her.

"Come on…" She pouted, looking on the verge of tears. "If this is because of the sex stuff, I'm not trying to hurt you. I just want you to feel good."

"You shouldn't." John retorted, looking at her at last. "You don't know me like that. You're not her."

The Weapon stopped, looking thoughtful. "I know I'm not her… I'm not trying to be. I'm just trying to be me… and what I want is for you to relax." She took hold of his dick, the soft skin of her palm wrapping around it. "Can you do that for me? Forget about Cortana for a little while, forget about protocol, and just… let go." She whispered, pressing her naked body into his. "Why don't we experiment for a while, hm?"

John sat in silence, before laying back, letting the Weapon do her work.

The AI smiled, slowly pumping her hand up and down his shaft. "There, doesn't that feel good?" She asked tenderly, dragging out her strokes.

John closed his eyes, nodding. He was never one for intimate moments, but… it did feel good.

"Go on…" She leaned up to his ear, whispering, her hot, sticky breath tickling his skin, "Tell me how good it feels."

John quietly groaned, swallowing. "It feels… good." He replied, before bucking his hips.

"Ah," She ceased her ministrations, touching his chest, "What's that about? Are you trying to fuck me?"

John looked at her, his eyes glowing with desire.

"Tell me how much you want to," She ordered, whispering into his ear, "Do you want to be inside me?"

"Yes." John replied, grunting as he tried to thrust into her hand again. He closed his eyes, groaning. "Please…"

The Weapon smiled, kissing him tenderly on his lips. "Since you asked so nicely…" She let go of his throbbing member and climbed onto the bed, throwing a leg over to straddle him. He grabbed onto her hips, guiding her as she sank down onto his prick, the length splitting her folds apart. "Ah… that's it… give it all to me, John… make me a mother…" She let out a quiet moan as she began to rock back and forth on him. She looked down at the Spartan with a smile, before leaning forward, laying on top of him. She pressed a kiss to his lips, as he continued thrusting into her.

John's hands moved onto her back, tightly clamping and holding her close.

The Weapon's eyes rolled back as she felt like she was being crushed, but in a good way. Her breasts pressed against John's pecs, squeezed against his body, and her skin felt like it was sticking to his, their slippery, sweaty bodies rubbing against each other.

"Oh John, oh!" She gasped, her legs twitching and clamping close to his body, as her orgasm tore through her.

John pulled her even closer, before pushing into her as far as he could go, riding out his own blissful ending.

The two lay together, him sheathed inside her, and she let out a breathy laugh, laying her head on his. "See? Letting go can be good…"

John nodded in agreement, rubbing her back. "Very good."

She yawned, even though she didn't strictly need it, snuggling against him.

John blinked as a question entered his mind. It was obviously impossible, but what she said… "You can't actually get pregnant, can you?"

Her eyes popped open, and she blinked. "Um… I'm just gonna go… run some simulations."