11941. Resistance Camp
Nightime.
Blue eyes watched from afar, Daisy and Gerbera came to call over Number 4 and Anemone, their main fighting force as the weapon expert defined them, well, her fellow companions at least.
As a Scanner with no combat abilities, she'd be hardly any useful from this point onwards.
She had traced a path for them to follow towards Mt. Ka'ala, but now, it was all up to them. There would be a chance she may just be a hindrance to the team.
She knew it would be that way, and yet, her chest clenched painfully.
"Now that our goal is clear, my work is probably over?" she asked no one in particular, she walked slowly in the opposite direction, not even knowing why she needed to voice her thoughts out loud.
And not knowing someone had heard her.
Anemone still hung close, observing her like she always did with everyone, as her duty to keep the group safe.
She didn't like what she heard.
So she approached.
"What's wrong, Number 21?"
The woman was still a mystery, more than her three companions, maybe that was why she didn't like to see her this way.
Sad, small, and emotionally vulnerable.
She, who showed little on how she felt, compared to the other three.
Yet, if she only thought about what happened just a while ago, when she put her life on the line for Lily on her own will… she was hardly emotionless.
But as far as Anemone could observe her, when she lost her calmness, it was for something important.
So she had to know.
And possibly cleanse her doubts.
"The role of a Scanner in battle is limited…" more like there was none, besides giving out information, and possibly hacking, but it would mean exposing herself to harm even further.
"I was thinking about whether there was a meaning in the life of a doll with no role."
So that was the issue, usefulness…
The curse of being a soldier. But then a question arose, why build a soldier who couldn't fight? For what reason?
But to torment her with this problem, for as long as she kept existing.
How cruel.
"We cannot die, and continue to live, we are looking for a meaning." they couldn't die as long as they had people to protect.
Even those like her.
"Then, why live?"
Didn't she…
"Don't you understand?" did YoRHa not feel for their comrades like them in the Resistance did?
"Many of my comrades died, but I continue to live. Does luck decide the value of life?" why was she here when other people would have had much more of a use than her?
Their survival had been beyond her calculations.
Was this what humans called fate? That decided who lived and who didn't, without them being able to do anything about it?
"If you consider living a sin, then it is better for you to die right here." because no matter what, survival couldn't be considered a sin, because if there was anyone that cared about them ever, then they would want them to keep living.
But it seemed she didn't understand it, yet.
And that was sad.
That was why she had to be blunt with her. Some people needed to be told things the hard way.
"I can not, we need to complete the mission, for our dead comrades." the mission… was that the only thing that counted for YoRHas?
Then again, she couldn't judge since she hadn't been there when they had been created.
But something was clear, was that their Commander and probably their code too was not kind to them. Maybe that was why she didn't understand the importance of life, such a young thing the Scanner was.
Comrades they called each other too, not friends, nor family.
Perhaps that was where she failed to see the bonds between the people of the Resistance were so much deeper, than just war comrades.
So then why did she save Lily?
"We won't understand the meaning of life by simply fulfilling a task." there was just too much else around them that was much more worth than a suicidal mission.
She knew that, right?
That there were people that appreciated her, Number 2 probably first and foremost and… she did too…
There was just something endearing in her naivety, despite being an individual that supposedly knew a lot more than most people.
"You've got to find your own reason to live." just like they did.
Their family.
And now it included her too.
"A reason… to live?" there was more than their purpose?
She had to ask.
"Do you have one, Anemone?" she frowned at the question, but then she smiled a little. "Of course, my friends, and my family. They mean to me more than anything else in the world."
Anemone took a step closer. "This includes you too now, and about this, thank you, for saving Lily too."
Number 21 didn't reply, she smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes, as if something was still bothering her.
"And you? Don't you have someone you love, or that loves you?" she did care for her friends, no?
"Well, Number 2 is our captain, Number 4 tries to help, Number 16 instead doesn't like me, that hates me would be more correct. So I can't say where their feelings lie." and the rest were gone.
Anemone refrained to ask as to why the Gunner wouldn't like the Scanner, because whatever it was it seemed to run deep. But she didn't have only them anymore.
Did she not believe that she and her Resistance friends didn't care? Especially after what she did for them, and entirely unexpectedly? She literally saved Lily when none of them believed it was possible.
To say they were grateful was an understatement.
"And what about you? Your own feelings?" how did she feel about them?
"My feelings?" a frown was not what Anemone expected to see on her face. "My model's personality type was made with severely hindered emotions, so that I may remain calm in the face of danger, in order to improve my performance and calculation abilities when in battle."
So that was where that almost unnatural calmness came from.
But that didn't answer the question.
So…
"Well, I think you're a good person, Number 21, you're smart, and also brave, in your own way. And you're also my family." so if she had no one else that loved her, she had her at least.
"And I think you're pretty too." she covered her mouth immediately afterwards, didn't mean to say that out loud.
"I'm sorry…" but she would never say that she didn't mean that.
She was pretty, beautiful, gorgeous… she could list all similar adjectives if she wanted.
However…
"I am… pretty?" for some reason the Scanner's cheeks felt hot.
Anemone sighed, mostly in relief, at least she wasn't mad at it, and almost surprised actually.
"Yes, very pretty." out of instinct, she reached out to take the redhead's hand, surprised that she let her, so much she seemed shy of touch.
Or perhaps just wasn't used to it.
Just about now and for how sad she looked and sounded, Anemone wanted nothing more than to hold her in her arms for hours and hours.
Perhaps more, if she'd let her.
It had been quite a while since she'd been intimate with anyone after all, and the Scanner was just so good looking…
And in dire need of love too…
Feeling bold, she reached up with a hand, barely grazing her cheek with her palm, as Number 21 leaned into it, and when Anemone tried to take the hand away, she didn't let her, and a white gloved one kept it where it was.
Scratch what she said, this woman was absolutely starving for affection.
Perhaps so much more than anyone she had ever met before, and she met many people.
YoRHa was so cold to their soldiers.
But here on Earth, in the family Rose built, there was no room for coldness, but for warmth.
Suddenly Number 21's pink lips looked so damn inviting right now.
"May I?" she asked, standing on her tiptoes already, cursing her short height.
She didn't mind a tall partner instead.
The Scanner allowed her to pull her down, as she held a hand behind her head, and in those fiery red hair that burned as bright as her willpower.
And just like that, their lips met in a sweet and gentle kiss.
"I could show you some of that love, if you'd let me." she whispered, still allowing her to pull away if she wanted. "This world is too cold to stay alone."
Number 21's cheeks were so red that could rival her hair, how adorable.
"I just want to hold you till you get sick of me, if you desire nothing more from this." for emphasis she held her hands on the small of her back, idly feeling the laces of her belt.
"And… if I did?" if possible the Scanner's face became even more red.
"Then I'd be happy to indulge you."
There was no need to pull her again, as they met for another kiss, longer, more intense, but always equally gentle.
"I may not feel much, but Scanner types are curious by nature." she said as Anemone took her by the hand, guiding her to her room.
Thankfully no one else was around to see them.
"Strong emotions still elude me."
"Then, allow me to show you how it feels." as soon as they entered she had Number 21 sit on her bed, as she straddled her.
This made up for her lack of height.
"But do let me know if you feel uncomfortable with anything, or just want to stop. My partners need to have my utmost respect." as Anemone held her face, grazing her lips with her thumb, somehow the redhead didn't think she could even feel uncomfortable in the company of this woman, no matter what.
The reason why was still unknown to her though.
But she attracted her like a magnet… and she didn't want to pull away.
So she nodded, and that was all the consent Anemone needed to attack her lips once more.
This time with passion and fervor, if Number 21 wanted to feel emotions then she'll show her just what that meant, as she invaded her mouth with her tongue.
Anemone had always been rather aggressive with affection, though this time she felt the need to slow down and be way more soft and gentle than usual, perhaps the Scanner drew this part of her out.
And perhaps way too easily.
Somehow she didn't mind.
Still locked in the kiss, Anemone's hands roamed Number 21's back, in search of how to undo her pretty, yet right now very annoying dress.
She let out a frustrated growl when she found none, and the redhead noticed.
Anemone watched as her hands went to the contraption on her shoulders that held the hood attached to the dress, and with a simple motion it came off, exposing the zipper on the back.
So that was how it was huh?
Made sense, since hers was the only dress that featured a hood, perhaps a Scanner thing.
Curious was also that odd tail her dress had too, but she'd get to that part soon enough.
One thing for sure, her clothing was far too complex compared to Anemone's own one, or anyone that wasn't YoRHa for that matter.
But when she saw her reach for the zipper she stopped her, taking her hands in hers.
"Slowly." there was no need to rush, she didn't want to rush.
Idly she took off the white gloves Number 21 wore first, and her long fingers, kissing the back of them.
Before Anemone's own gloves joined hers.
If she had to feel her, she'd do it without any barrier in between, and also that was true for the opposite too, should the Scanner be willing to lay her own hands on her body.
Actually, she hoped she would.
And speaking of no barriers, Anemone's own cape, but mostly the weapons she carried were really annoying her right about now. She gave an inner chuckle, remembering how she pointed this same knife she held on her chest against the very same person before her.
She didn't even trust her, and yet here she was.
And Number 21 had a lot of faith in her too, she must have been scared at the beginning, and now she was willing to be at her most vulnerable.
How quickly things had changed…
Not that she minded.
And neither did the Scanner it seemed.
As Anemone brought her hands on the redhead's back, she lowered the zipper of the dress just a little, giving her small kisses as she did.
From her lips, to her cheek, down her jaw and now that it was exposed to her neck.
She loved the soft sigh Number 21 made as she did.
Not so emotionless then…
She grazed her teeth on her artificial skin, enough so they were there, but not hard enough to be painful.
She could never hurt her.
Again she was met with the same sound.
So this was a weak spot then, good to know, very good. She'll make sure to remember it, for potential future applications.
Making use of the temporary distraction, she lowered the zipper some more, until her hands met the belt of the dress, she laid a finger on the intricate laces, but made no move to undo them just yet.
She'll undress her, little by little.
For now starting with whatever else she could expose, from her lithe arms, to her soft and healthy breasts. They were quite the handful, no one in the Resistance was quite as well endowed as the Scanner before her was.
This made her wonder for a brief moment what the hell the creators of YoRHa were thinking, when they made such attractive androids.
But the thought passed as quickly as it came.
She might as well discover by herself just how truly beautiful Number 21 was.
Or how soft.
As she nuzzled into her chest, leaving small kisses on bare skin, for the first time since they started, the Scanner's hands left their position she was keeping them in, stubbornly at her sides, as she held Anemone at the small of her back, light curious fingers crazing her darker skin under her shirt.
However she still kept them just there.
So Anemone arose from where she was, leaving a small peck to her lips, her own hands rising to gently fondle one of those pale mounds, where her mouth had been just moments before.
"You can touch me too, you know?" she punctuated the sentence by flickering a finger on one of her pink nips, listening as the Scanner's breath itched, again.
"I…" Number 21 didn't manage to form words, this woman was able to make her forget how to speak, and she was good at that, just with a simple touch, as she rolled her nipples between her fingers.
It was hard to keep other sounds from leaving her mouth, she felt so hot, as if she'd overheat at any moment, her black box was beating so hard too…
This already was intense and overwhelming, and she knew, from the amount of data she gathered and analyzed, that this was just the beginning.
Yet she wanted this strong feeling to never end.
She wanted to feel more of this, and how much stronger this was going to get.
In the meantime, Anemone smiled to herself, with just this little she managed to break the Scanner's usual calm and composed self. It was quite the sight.
So she wondered, just how much more could she make her lose it?
"I thought you said you were a curious one, and it'd be unfair if I were the only one to have the pleasure to lay my hands on your body." she grinned, returning to the matter of before, so, taking the redhead's hands, she had them grab her shirt.
So she may take it off, because she knew the Scanner wanted to.
And if she was waiting for some kind of permission, she just granted it to her.
In a moment, the item joined the pile of clothes on the ground, for now only hers, but that nice black dress would join that soon enough.
Now that they both were naked from the top half, she just had to voice a thought.
"I have to say, you are so much prettier than me, my body is old and ugly." not to mention scarred, as much as scars meant to androids anyways.
But apparently someone else had a different opinion.
Anemone felt Number 21's light fingers as they touched said marks, her eyes almost entranced by them.
"They say beauty is a subjective concept, what is beautiful for someone, it may not be for someone else" the Scanner stopped at a particularly large one on Anemone's stomach.
"I find these marks on your skin just as pretty, they tell the story of a strong woman." while her pristine pale skin was almost too unnatural in comparison.
"They tell me of a person that can be trusted, because has lived through so much."
Only now Anemone noticed the Scanner got the ability to speak fluently again, and that her hands were indeed still on her skin, tracing every single scar, as if she was trying to burn them in her memory.
Perhaps she was.
It was her duty after all.
As Anemone's own duty right now, was to resume where they left off. Hearing Number 21 speak was nice, but she wanted her voice to do other kinds of sounds.
So she attacked a nip with her mouth all of a sudden, how cute was the Scanner's little squeal of surprise. Perhaps she'd been too aggressive, yet, a hand tangling in her hair said otherwise.
Number 21 wanted this, as she kept her head there, as she licked and suckled the little nub, her other arm did the same, draped on her back, she didn't let her move.
She was a clingy one huh…
It suited her.
Which brought back the hypothesis she was so very touch starved, and right now was trying to sate herself with her.
Anemone let her, after all, wasn't she here for this reason?
She slipped a hand on Number 21's thigh, it was very plump and soft too, as she gave it a small squeeze. She slid her hand further up under the skirt, wanting just to know a little something, since the Scanner refused to be very vocal about this.
But she assumed it was in the nature of her personality not to be.
Or maybe she was just too shy.
Still she was correct in her assumptions, as she smiled against Number 21's breasts at the find, as her fingers came in contact with pleasantly wet underwear.
A signal she'd been doing a good job. She liked to know that she did, after all, the body was more honest than a person's mouth in this case, it didn't lie.
And she'd be sad to know if her partner wasn't enjoying herself, especially someone as new to this as Number 21 was.
Still not quite feeling to stop teasing, Anemone slipped her hand inside the Scanner's panties, feeling just how wet she truly was, as her fingers just barely poked her entrance and nothing more.
Number 21's reaction was stronger than she expected.
As the Scanner curled up on her, holding her tightly, and burying her face in her neck, red hair tickling her face, Anemone could feel her hot breath coming in harsh pants.
She was far more sensitive than she appeared to be.
"Anemone…" oh the way she said her name…
Something between a whisper and a moan, and it sounded so good to her ears.
Perhaps it was time to stop playing around.
Anemone's free hand came to touch the laces of her belt that were still left untouched, leaving her a kiss to her lips.
"You still want all of this?" she whispered as they parted. A nod.
"Then help me." to finally get rid of this too complicated dress.
Number 21 undid the laces faster than Anemone would have ever done, and quickly enough she helped her take off the dress.
Once they did, she gently pushed the Scanner on the mattress so she was lying down, as she did the headband she wore slipped from her head.
Anemone thought that this disheveled look, as her red hair strewn across the sheets, and flushed cheeks was one of the best she'd ever seen on her face. She looked so lovely.
She wanted to devour her with her eyes, and perhaps in a different way too.
But before she got to that, her hands came to squeeze her thighs again, and she couldn't wait to bury her face between them, as she took off her long boots and socks.
Only one thing left on her.
She left a kiss on her thighs before her hands reached for that one last garment, those white panties she wore.
Before they came off too, and she was finally nude in all her glory for Anemone to admire.
She smiled at how red her face became, she was so adorably shy still. Even after all they had done.
Perhaps that was why Anemone felt so drawn to her, so smart yet so naive at the same time.
She was a mystery, in her own way.
And she was all hers.
Anemone climbed on top of her, giving her a passionate kiss on her lips.
"Gorgeous." it was the only word she could use to describe her, as she moved a few strands of red hair off her face. "My absolutely beautiful little Scanner."
She didn't know why she was being so possessive, but Number 21 didn't seem to question the choice of words either, as she simply smiled sweetly at her.
Lowering herself, she left a kiss where her black box was, feeling it beat against her lips.
"Mine."
Slowly she descended, leaving a path of kisses from her chest, down to her flat stomach and then those soft thighs of hers, she held one leg over her shoulder, and the other open for her to settle in between, teasing her skin, as she held her hand close, yet not close enough to where she knew Number 21 wanted it to be. From there she trailed a path upwards instead, going up to reach her prized mark.
Those pretty pink lips glistening with arousal.
Anemone barely had the time to close the distance with her lips, giving one small tentative lick when she heard that tiny newling noise coming from the woman underneath her.
With a quiet chuckle she gave another lick from the base to the top, her tongue teasing the entrance there, before she rose to flicker her tongue on that little bundle of nerves she knew it was so very sensitive.
The reaction was oh so sweet to hear, as the Scanner let herself go to a string of small and quiet moans and gasps, as her legs trembled lightly in Anemone's hands.
Number 21 lazily held a hand over her mouth, covering it with the back of it, eyes closed as more sounds forced their way from her throat, embarrassing, she, that was always so quiet…
But it felt right at this very moment.
Her body felt on fire, as shocks of pleasure raked through it making her shake and shiver.
Her free hand clenched the sheets under her, as her toes curled and there was nothing she could do to stop her body from acting in such an uncontrolled way.
She was absolutely not in control of the situation…
And she didn't care about it one bit.
She only cared about Anemone, and the way her ministrations were making her loins ache for more and more.
And it was never enough.
She had read material about this from humans but… this was so much more intense than any word her eyes ever laid on to.
She understood why humans loved this now.
It just felt so good…
Good to be loved and touched this way from a trusted person. To abandon any kind of self control, and to give herself to her partner with no restraint.
Anemone gave her something she didn't know she needed this badly.
To just let go and feel, because her personality made her hold back so much because of the way she'd been programmed to be.
And feel she did, as Anemone slipped a finger inside her, finding that one spot that made her see stars, as she threw her head back, moaning louder as she did, while her body arched into the touch, seeking more.
And more she was given.
At her reaction, Anemone only responded with more enthusiasm, suckling on her clit even harder, and snugly adding a second finger inside her, moving them faster than before, and faster still.
The heat in her loins was starting to become unbearable, as Number 21 thrashed her head from side to side, not knowing what to do or how to relieve it.
It kept building up over and over under Anemone's touch until…
Until it exploded all at once, and she came undone, legs shaking uncontrollably as she did, moaning out Anemone's name louder than before.
Her body relaxed moments after, and she felt entirely spent.
A hand came to wipe away the hair on her face, with an added kiss on her cheek.
"You okay?" Anemone asked.
Judging just from body language, and for how tired the Scanner looked, it must have been one hell of a strong climax.
Her courtesy of course.
But still, it worried her how long she was taking to recover as she was still panting hard. Perhaps she overdid it.
Tired blue eyes looked into her own, as Number 21 smiled at her.
"I'm fine, I think, just very tired." that had been intense, she wouldn't lie about it. "Is it supposed to feel this way?"
"Generally yes. Though you made me worried here for a second." Anemone pecked her lips again, and as she did something clicked.
"What about you now?" the redhead asked, remembering she didn't give pretty much anything back.
And she did not like to be the only one to have enjoyed this.
"Oh don't worry about it, you don't have to do anything about this." though Anemone had to admit, she was very much worked up.
Because of this beautiful woman before her and her sweet voice.
"Please, I insist." also a pretty stubborn thing too.
"There isn't a way to talk you out of this, isn't it?" the Scanner shook her head. "It's only fair you get your own part too."
She punctuated the sentence by reaching to wrap her arms around Anemone, one hand moving up, but it didn't get anywhere.
"Don't."
Number 21 almost seemed offended from the way she frowned.
"What I mean is that I'm already too worked up for any more teasing." she clarified, undoing the button of her pants.
"Best to get to the main part right away." she kicked them off along with her shoes and right after it was the turn of her shorts, so she finally stood naked too.
Perhaps she should have done it sooner, to not let Number 21 feel too exposed.
Too late now.
Anemone took one of the Scanner's hands, and guided her directly to where she wanted it, sighing softly as it made contact.
"I apologize…" she leaned down to whisper in the redhead's ear. "But you were just too cute and alluring. I loved the way you said my name, and to watch you crumble under my hands… I couldn't help myself."
She was pretty much soaked and aching.
She wouldn't last long, she knew it.
"I apologize too..." she was disappointed when Number 21 removed her hand, yet relieved when her left one took its place, fingers teasing Anemone's clit. "It's best if I use my main hand for this, so I can do this better."
The older android moaned as two fingers entered inside her right away, palm touching her clit, at least Number 21 knew she didn't want to wait any longer, as she got to work right away.
"Us Scanners are left handed." the redhead simply said, as she moved her long digits.
Somehow she knew what she was doing, even with the lack of experience.
Had she just learned in just this brief time? Perhaps.
Still…
"Don't bother being gentle, please." she was already so damn close that anything slow would just tease more.
"As you wish." and Number 21 gave her just that, working her hand faster, much like Anemone had done with her before, hearing her moan loudly.
She was so much more loud than what she'd been before, but she didn't have a care in the world right now.
Anemone threw her arms around the Scanner, kissing her with much passion and fervor, groaning against her mouth as she too hit her release hard and fast, clenching around the redhead's slender fingers.
"Are you sure you haven't done this before?" she asked, tired and panting against Number 21's shoulder.
It seemed she knew exactly what to do though.
"Very much sure, but, as a Scanner my job is to gather information, so you could say I happened to stumble across some interesting material." she simply stated. "Also I happen to have a good teacher."
So that was how things were.
She did learn from her too.
Though now Anemone had another thing to say.
"Stay with me tonight, I still mean to hold you in my arms." and even if she refused, she was already wrapping the blankets around them both, and her arms around the other woman, encouraging her to lie down next to her, and hold her head on her chest.
"Well, it doesn't look like I'm going anywhere."
"No, you are most definitely not." Anemone just held her tighter as she said so.
The rest could wait until tomorrow, this was a moment just for them two, and no one else.
When the morning came, Anemone almost expected Number 21 to be already up, instead, she was pleasantly surprised as she found the woman still slumbering next to her.
They must have moved during the night, but the Scanner was still turned towards her, with an arm lazily wrapped around her midriff.
She had such a serene look on her that Anemone didn't want to disturb.
So she just stayed there, watching her for a while.
Or so she did until someone knocked at the door, before entering.
"Anemone have you seen… oh…" yes, matter of fact she probably had seen the person Captain Rose was looking for.
"Number 2 was worried, but it seems there is no problem then." she didn't even ask why they weren't at the meeting yesterday. It was obvious from the pile of clothes on the ground and the evident nakedness of them both what happened here.
"I apologize, Captain Rose, but someone was in dire need of affection."
Anemone didn't specify, but Rose knew that Number 21 wasn't the only one needing that.
She just knew her comrades too well.
"I'll inform Number 2 that she's under your care then."
With that Rose left.
Anemone was thankful it had been her to find them and not someone else.
As she left a gentle caress to the still sleeping Scanner's cheek, she couldn't help but smile.
Yes, she'll protect her.
At any cost.
