11945 - Resistance Camp.

Nightime.

After returning to the camp after that long fight in the desert, Anemone could finally lay down on her bed, Number 21 laying down next to her, her head on her chest as Anemone held her from the small of her back.

"Hey…" the older android took the Scanner's freshly repaired hands, taking the white gloves off, her fingers brushing the seams where the new skin was sewn in. "Don't make me worry like today again okay?"

To think she felt weak and inadequate even after all she'd done.

She'd been the reason why they were alive, multiple times, she saved them not only once.

How could she still believe that she was unimportant?

And unloved?

"Sorry…" the Scanner made herself smaller against her. "I always make people worry." she wanted to be the one worrying, she should be.

Anemone caressed her cheek. "We will always worry for you, it's only normal." she pulled her for a small kiss.

"Because we care about you, I care."

The Scanner's hand reached behind her head to undo her ponytail, threading her fingers through the dark locks.

"You are perfect just the way you are." Anemone held her arms even tighter around the redhead. "Anything you decide to do we'll support you, all of us, but mostly me." she grinned.

Number 21 laid her forehead against hers, she asked herself this so many times today, but how could she forget?

"And if you need a reminder I will give you as many as you need."

Perhaps then…

"Then how about now?" the redhead punctuated the sentence with another kiss, longer, more passionate.

Anemone gave a grin, her hands trailing downwards gripping her soft thighs now that she was on top of her. "Someone has become naughty over the years."

"Maybe I just missed you a lot." the Scanner nuzzled on her neck.

She did become definitely bolder at least, maybe she rubbed off her, Anemone thought.

Not that she hated this side of her.

Number 21 became rather passionate about the people she loved, she knew. Perhaps this applied during intimate moments too, but that night the first time she'd been too shy and naive.

Not to mention a total stranger to affection.

She wasn't so new to it anymore though.

"I missed the warmth of your body, the sound of your voice, I missed your presence next to me." the Scanner left a kiss on her jaw.

"I missed you too." Anemone wasn't as good with words as the redhead, but she could be good with other methods, and it had been so long since that night.

She hadn't had anyone else for a partner, it would have been betraying all the trust Number 21 gave her on that occasion.

And afterwards.

Not to mention, even thinking about certain things reminded her of the Scanner.

She would probably have become overwhelmed with grief instead of having a pleasant experience.

As they kissed again, Anemone moved so she snuggled a knee between Number 21's legs, hands trailing up her skirt, squeezing her backside. The Scanner moaned lightly at the motion in her mouth.

Time passed, she had a new body, but was as sensitive as ever.

But Anemone wanted to see how this newfound audacity of hers would take her.

So for now she let the Scanner take the lead for the time being, perfectly content to just feel the softness of her thighs and ass, as their mouths brushed against each other's.

"I still regret not having been able to properly reciprocate that night." the redhead slid her hands under Anemone's shirt, once again feeling the scars that littered her body, old and new ones.

She wanted to burn them in her memory.

"You really held this grudge for three years?" Anemone chuckled, as the Scanner trailed her hands under her shirt, her light fingers almost tickling her.

"I wouldn't say grudge exactly." Number 21 lightly kissed a scar on her shoulder. "I'm a little disappointed that I got more out of it than you did."

Or so she believed.

After all it had been Anemone pleasing her, for the most part, and she just aided her a little bit instead.

"Oh believe me, I got a lot more out of it than you think, and you needed affection, badly." the older android raised a hand on the Scanner's back, threading her fingers in the laces of her belt, loosening them.

"Also I very much loved seeing you squirm and lose control way more than you believe, it is quite the sight." with how serious Number 21 was, she was very much proud to have seen her completely do a 360, and make her crazy.

"Perhaps you need a reminder of that too?" Anemone's hands were on her backside again, squeezing gently, as she pressed harder with her knee, hearing a small hiss from the woman on top of her.

"I… maybe…"

Already losing it with this little huh? Something told Anemone she was going to enjoy this, not that she didn't love their first time years ago, but she just missed her so much…

And judging by the unusual eagerness, Number 21 did too. After all she did say so.

Then better not waste any more time, no?

Anemone aided the Scanner in taking off her shirt, since she seemed so determined in giving back a favor that she didn't even know she was due for.

Once again the redhead seemed engrossed with the scars that littered her body, stopping to one on the right side of her stomach. "This one is new." she pointed out.

"I had the misfortune to get a few more ones while you weren't here." while the YoRHa's skin was still as flawless as ever, though if someone took her hands they could feel the stitching of the new one that had been applied just a few hours ago.

In a way they were scars too, but Anemone very much preferred Number 21 having none, no matter how much the Scanner found them endearing, she still thought them awfully ugly should she ever see any on her body.

Anemone idly grazed her thumb on Number 21's forehead, brushing her red hair as she left little kisses to each and every one of her scars, moving from her stomach and upwards towards her chest.

She was so glad there was no evidence of what she had to do to her, besides just memories.

But those faded away in the light of this moment, seeing and feeling her right here and right now nothing else mattered to her, but her presence at her side.

Almost as if she knew, the Scanner rose to place a kiss on her lips. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing you should worry about." but the redhead frowned, not convinced. "Are you sure? You know, if you lie to me I may have to hack into you and find out by myself."

Always a worry heart.

"No need for it." again she brushed the Scanner's forehead. "I'm just glad there's no scars on you."

But Number 21 shut her up with another long kiss, raising her hands to cup one of her breasts. Once again Anemone was caught from a wave of shame she hadn't had the occasion to experience that first time, for how small her chest was.

The Scanner's hands didn't linger too long on her that time, but now it was different.

"I'm a little… tiny, compared to you." but again the redhead had to digress. "I don't know, you fit perfectly in my palm." she gave a gentle squeeze.

"Here I thought I was the self conscious one." well to be honest, she still was. Mostly because she still didn't know if she was doing something right, but Anemone was patient, just letting her experiment.

Which was nice, but her doubts made her do the same.

"Before you I had only my companions to compare myself to, and well, they too had their own scars, our bodies were made for war." so not too many resources were wasted for unnecessary attributes, or pretty looks, besides lover models. "And you're just too beautiful."

She would never get enough of how cute Number 21 looked when she blushed.

She should keep complimenting her then.

"You really shouldn't worry about your body." the Scanner recalled that Anemone did the same the previous time too. She nuzzled in her chest, leaving a kiss on the left breast. "Nothing matters as long as it's you."

With gentle hands she took the redhead's face dragging her back up to kiss her. "I love you."

She felt the Scanner's hand squeeze her chest just a little more, in response to that as their lips were still locked she couldn't help but moan a little in her mouth.

In the meantime, her other hand trailed downwards, slowly, but she knew where this was going. Number 21 definitely had gotten bolder during these years, perhaps it had been her fault too.

But not a bad thing at all.

Still, it was a little unfair that this gorgeous redhead on her was still fully dressed, but she couldn't really complain since she did the same thing that time.

That hadn't been fair on her part, considering it had been the Scanner's first time, so she let herself be the vulnerable one for once. Felt odd to be the one receiving, when she was used to being on top, but she could indulge the woman's curiosity.

Smart she was, but still naive when it came to this.

As Number 21's hand snugly got into her pants she hoped the woman wouldn't be too much of a tease. Because she didn't know how long she could resist, she wanted her too much, she waited for this too much.

Still the Scanner felt the need to ask.

"May I?" she idly fingered the waistband of her pants.

"I'd be mad if you didn't." she replied with a grin, aiding her in removing the garment, and everything until she was fully naked before her.

It seemed not even Number 21 wanted to waste any time, as her hand reached between her legs, with a finger sliding between her lips, and up to her clit, as she shamelessly groaned.

"You've gotten good…" she hissed as the redhead began rubbing her clit in small circles.

"I told you, I had a good teacher." yes, she did. "And us Scanners are always eager to show what we learn."

Also true.

And still a tease as always, since she still insisted on moving slowly, and Anemone knew it was going to drive her mad.

"Faster…" she found herself begging, spreading her legs to accommodate her better. "Please…"

Eager to please, Number 21 did just that, even slipping a finger inside, earning a loud moan.

And then louder and louder still.

Anemone had absolutely no care in the world about who could have heard her right now, she just wanted to lose herself in the feeling of pure bliss the Scanner was giving her.

Reaching up, she put her arms around Number 21's neck and dragged her downwards, crashing their lips together in a messy kiss as she came, hard and fast.

She should have been embarrassed, but she had waited for this moment long enough she couldn't care less that she lasted little to nothing. Perhaps the Scanner was just that good too, and she hadn't had the occasion to show her before.

Perhaps both.

But now…

"Now..." Anemone gave a grin as she came back from her high, and with a quick motion, she turned them around, so now it was Number 21 that was lying on the bed, as she gave a small surprised squeal.

She pinned the Scanner's arms above her head. "My turn to make you squirm."

And Anemone meant it.

Because she so much missed that look of pure pleasure on Number 21's face, as she crumbled to pieces under her hands, and her usual seriousness faded away entirely.

Plus, she was so very beautiful.

And adorably cute.

"Then please do." it was the Scanner's response.

Definitely eager.

Anemone raised herself, straddling the redhead just enough so she could sit up, and help her get that damn dress off her. It'd been on her body long enough.

Since she already had undone the laces on the back of the belt, the dress came undone smoothly, and Number 21 was left with just her white underwear, for the moment.

Because that would leave her body soon enough too.

If Anemone looked hard enough, she could see a dark patch on the garment too, just that the Scanner was better than her in putting on a facade to hide how aroused she must have been.

Because she was sure that the redhead was.

Anemone wasted no more time in attacking her chest with her mouth, those soft and pale mounds of her were just too damn inviting, as she latched herself on one pink nipple, lightly pushing forward so Number 21 would lie down again.

The Scanner was much less vocal than her, like always, but she could hear her harsh pants, and soft sighs coming from her mouth.

As she worked her magic on the redhead's chest, Anemone's hands once again trailed downwards, caressing the inner part of her thighs. If she had to admit, she found herself rather fond of them and her long legs.

She couldn't wait to feel them wrapped around her body again.

So she didn't, as she trailed a path down Number 21's flat stomach with kisses, her hands were quick to remove that last item of clothing she still had on her.

Just as she expected, her lower lips were wet and glistening…

And were just waiting to be devoured.

She hoisted one of the Scanner's legs over her shoulder, as she spread the other, and she let her do what she wanted with no complaint.

Anemone nuzzled against her thigh briefly, before her tongue reached that little bundle of nerves that she knew would make the redhead go crazy, just like her.

After all, being a woman made it easy to know just how to please another.

And Number 21's little mewls only confirmed it. Even she was not really good at keeping quiet, not that Anemone wanted her to be, she liked when her partners got vocal.

But in this case she'd keep drawing out as many noises as possible from the usually silent Scanner, because any of them could be considered a personal victory only she was allowed to enjoy.

As Number 21 would enjoy herself under her ministrations of course.

She was rewarded from a particularly high pitched moan when suckled just a little harder, with the redhead's hands tangling in her long black hair, drawing her even closer, if possible.

But even in the throes of pleasure her grip was gentle, and not at all painful.

Anemone felt the Scanner's legs tremble as she wrapped them around her head, as she never stopped giving her what she desired, snugly slipping her tongue inside her and tickling her clit with her nose.

Number 21 whined as she unconsciously buckled her hips, her hands tangling again in her black hair, urging her.

From the quick and harsh pants, mixed with moans and mewls, Anemone guessed she must have been close, and was trying to get what she wanted from her.

So she slipped a hand between them, so she could rub her clit harder, faster.

The sound she heard was one of those she would never forget.

"Ah… nemone…" Number 21 arched her back, moaning out the first syllable of her name, as her legs shook harder around her, and from the way she shivered, Anemone knew her objective had been achieved.

She did say she wanted the Scanner to lose control.

And so she did.

She raised herself so she lay next to the redhead, as she still trembled a little, her eyes closed, hair messy and disheveled. The Scanner sighed softly and Anemone passed a hand against her cheek, leaning into the touch.

"You always scare me." her reactions were always intense, more than she'd ever seen.

Perhaps it had something to do with her way of feeling, and personality.

"I'm fine… but tired…" still she flashed her a smile.

"I'm always afraid to overdo it with you." but the redhead shook her head. "Never."

"But you'd tell me if it gets too much, right?" a nod this time.

"Of course."

Number 21 snuggled herself against her, evidently sleepy and exhausted.

It had been a long day, and now this too… but well she had asked for it, and she didn't seem like she regretted the choice.

But tomorrow would be another day.

Another day she'd get to spend with her.