A/N: Hey everybody! It's been a looooong time since I posted anything for Ergo Proxy, but I'm still here for this fandom! I hope that you enjoy this new story and I'd appreciate any comments or feedback if you like the story! Thanks for supporting me!
A Human Experience
Emotions were a tricky and curious thing, and Re-L had never been worried about unnecessary things like them. From a young age, every Fellow Citizen in Romdeau was conditioned to keep rigid control of their emotions, leading almost all of them to emanate impassivity or boredom, or most likely both. It wasn't like emotions didn't exist, but they were buried deep and rarely expressed. Humanity had been carefully controlled and monitored for thousands of years– individuals were designed down to the smallest detail, incubated in the controlled environment WombSys, the infants' families were chosen carefully, and they were coached into being the best Fellow Citizens they could be. What had Daedalus told her? "Every step controlled, every detail scrutinized, all balance maintained." Passionate desires were restrained, volatile emotions were dampened, excesses were encouraged, and curiosity about the outside world was discarded – except for Re-L's case – all for the good of humanity. Order above all had been the desire of the Dome's maintainers, and any threat to that order was quickly squashed. The most any normal person could anticipate were minor interpersonal conflicts, the odd ramifications from accidents, or if one was in the Security Bureau or the Intelligence Bureau, increased stress from work, and the occasional AutoReiv anomaly. But even then, most cases were dealt with quickly and then forgotten.
When she still lived in Romdeau, people would have described Re-L as detached, cold, and apathetic, with an air of superiority. When she did feel emotions they were most prominently annoyance, frustration, and disgust, but for the most part, the woman was very much in control of her emotional state. That is until a Proxy crashed into her bathroom and terrified her. That was when her entire world started to unravel. That event, the catalyst for everything that had happened since had changed her. When Vincent crashed through her ceiling, it was as if he'd crashed through the carefully maintained walls she and society had built around her emotions. Those tears she let slip out when he ran his thumb over her lips may have even been the first time she'd shed tears outside of her childhood, not to mention the anger, grief, and insatiable curiosity that had plagued her since that moment on top of that. Re-L had become less emotionally stunted and had grown to express more positive and negative emotions as her journey towards the man, and then with him, continued. That had been the start of her increased emotions; however, she was nowhere near as emotional as Vincent.
Vincent Law and Ergo Proxy were beings entirely different from Re-L Mayer. Vincent was prone to irrational decisions, erratic actions, depressive episodes, and (in Re-L's opinion) embarrassing outbursts and even crying. The Ergo Proxy side was quick to employ violence, was incredibly possessive of Re-L, and took a disturbing pleasure at being challenged when he knew he could not lose, especially if Re-L was the one pointing a gun at him. His haunting appearance and violent entrance into her life had terrified Re-L, but she was used to seeing Ergo now – though she did get a shiver of danger up her spine sometimes still when Vincent became the Proxy. Now, that the man was in control of his transformation, Re-L had confidence that he would always be mostly in control, only allowing a small portion of the savage, uncontrollable, proxy remaining.
Sometimes when she watched Vincent playing happily with Pino or getting upset at something else on the Rabbit being broken, Re-L could clearly see how humans used to be, not the controlled way that parents in Romdeau used to play with their children and Companion-Type AutoReivs. However, this humanness was most clear when Vincent showed affection towards her and it was very interesting to observe. He blushed when their eyes met, he gazed at her like she was the most precious thing in the world, and every once in a while, he would hold her hand. If she was in a good mood, Re-L would let him hold it for as long as he wanted but if she wasn't in a good mood, a few seconds was all she could spare for him. He had even tried to kiss her once, but she'd ducked out of it before he could. It was interesting to see what he would try to do next and if he failed, it was amusing to see the range of emotions he displayed. Re-L could display many emotions now that she hadn't been able to before, but she suspected that Vincent would always have a wider range than her, especially when it came to the disappointment that amused her so.
However, her current observations were much different from the ones she'd seen before. Re-L had seen affection, she'd seen impassioned outbursts, and even with her (considerable compared to most) experience with emotions, everything she had seen was nothing like what she was seeing, or rather, hearing now. The woman had been woken up late at night by a sound out of place – the slamming of the toilet seat being thrown up. Now this sound would have been perfectly normal for the daytime, but in the middle of the night, it disturbed her sleep, and she woke up irritated.
What is Vincent doing being so loud? she grumbled mentally, shifting on the bunk. The man was usually stealthier at night so as not to wake her if he did have to go in the middle of the night, but Re-L was sure that he'd gone to the bathroom before bed because she'd snapped at him to hurry up because she'd had to go too. She flipped around to check the bathroom blearily and when Re-L noticed that the bathroom door was cracked, she glared at the dimness inside, since Vincent hadn't turned on the light. He'd better put that damn seat back down or I'm going to kill him. Right as she was about to sleepily snap at him about just that, the woman heard him speak.
"Re…L…" and then he groaned. She clicked her mouth shut, listening. It wasn't odd for Vincent to say her name in his sleep, but he'd never make noises like he was making now. She could hear heavy breathing, grunts, sighs, and groans that turned into her name multiple times. What is he doing?
Re-L's curiosity got the better of her and she tried to peer into the bathroom, but she couldn't move too much, or he'd notice her awake and stop. She squinted, trying to see into the darkness of the bathroom, and saw the man's faint outline, a deeper kind of darkness in the shadowed room that suggested his body. The accordion door still covered the toilet, but he seemed to be standing in front of it, which was normal, but not peeing, which was not normal. He was making those noises still, and he was moving something, but she couldn't see! Something whacked against the wall or the door softly…his shoulder? His elbow? Was his arm moving? Moving against what?
The woman moved just a tiny bit, leaning out over her bunk just a little bit to try and see around the half-closed door when the noises changed. Now he was whispering her name more often with the occasional "oh" mixed in, his breath coming faster. Then whatever was happening inside the bathroom ended abruptly as Vincent hissed out her name just a little bit louder, the "L" of her name sounding strained, then a grunt and a sigh. If Re-L hadn't been concentrating on hearing the man's voice, she might have just barely heard something wet plink into the mostly empty toilet, but she didn't.
The shadow of Vincent in the darkness seemed to sag from the effort of whatever he had been doing as a low groan slipped out of his lips. It took a few moments for him to recover, during which time Re-L's mind was racing, trying to piece together what had happened. But before that could happen, Vincent quietly closed the door the rest of the way and a muffled flushing sound could be heard behind it. The woman quickly closed her eyes and forced her body to relax, breathing deeply as if she was asleep. She had half a minute to compose herself before Vincent came out, tiptoeing back to his sleeping bag and slipping in. If Re-L was worried that he was too awake and would notice that her sleep was fake, she needn't have. Vincent was apparently so worn out from whatever he'd done that he was asleep in a fantastic 7.3 seconds, lightly snoring in the quiet of the Rabbit's hold.
Despite her best efforts to get back to sleep, Re-L was wide awake and very frustrated that she couldn't figure out what had happened in the bathroom. When she did eventually fall asleep again, she slept fitfully and was very grumpy in the morning. Vincent greeted her when she woke up as if nothing had happened and she glowered at his dopy face, still trying to figure out his secret. Just for good measure, she pushed him off of the deck to make herself feel better about it all, and his yelp of surprise when she did it was worth it.
…
A few nights later when the wind wasn't strong enough to propel the Rabbit and they'd had to stop again, Re-L was woken up by Vincent a second time – only this time he'd completely closed the door and she could only barely hear what was going on if she pressed her ear against the door. She huffed in frustration, still irritated that she couldn't riddle out what he was doing in there. During the day, she always managed to lock her thoughts away and focus solely on their immediate needs, but at night they would buzz around in her head, keeping her awake until her body was just too tired and shut down. She was stuck in a cycle of wait-and-see, but she got irritated the longer she couldn't figure out the mystery. Vincent, Pino, and Kristeva were cautious of her mood changes and did their best to either cheer her up or stay out of her way. In response, Re-L tried not to snap at them too much and did a decent job, even if she did snap at Pino once and Vincent three times.
The next opportunity to snoop didn't come until a week after the second. Vincent did the same thing in the bathroom, whispering her name, groaning, and moving about as he did and Re-L just listened as best she could, curiosity burning in her stomach. The door was closed again, but she knew the routine of what was going on, even if she didn't know exactly what was happening. But this time was a little different for her – as she eavesdropped, she felt more drawn to how whatever Vincent was doing was affecting him rather than just trying to understand what was going on. Re-L found herself wondering how it felt for Vincent, and if his feelings were driving him to do whatever it was, especially since she was clearly involved in it somehow. He seemed to enjoy it, but why was that? She didn't know, but she was going to find out.
She lightly jumped back into bed when she heard the finishing groan slip from his lips and pretended to be asleep. Once Vincent had flushed the toilet, washed his hands, and then slipped back into sleep, Re-L carefully got up again. Without making a sound, she tiptoed over to the bathroom and shut the door with a quiet click. She knew she didn't have to be so quiet, Vincent slept like the dead after his activities in the bathroom (she knew this because she'd sneezed after the last time and scared herself thinking that he was going to wake up), but she was quiet anyway. She flipped the light on after checking to make sure the door was closed firmly and took a look around the small room. The mirror and little shelf were undisturbed, and the toilet looked the same, the seat irritatingly left up. Re-L's temper ticked up a few degrees and she was about to curse in her usual manner, but then something out of place caught her eye. She squatted down, looking at the underside of the toilet set.
"There's something…" she mused, looking closer and finding a little droplet of white sliding down the seat, having already slipped quite far down. Her brain flipped through the catalog of cleaning and food substances on the ship that might have this color and consistency but came up empty. This had come from Vincent somehow. Being the bit of a germ freak she was (especially after her sealed suit had been compromised and she'd gotten that horrible sickness in the Commune outside of Romdeau), Re-L didn't want to touch it until she knew what it was and just put the seat down, hoping it would fall into the toilet. "I'll make him clean the toilet tomorrow," she concluded, even though it was definitely her turn to clean the bathroom next.
The woman flicked the light off and let her eyes adjust to the sudden darkness before opening the door and tiptoeing back to her bunk, climbing in silently. As she snuggled back into her covers, she yawned, her brain finally exhausted from all the thinking. As she started to drift, however, something clicked in her head. A few lines from an old holographic textbook ran across her mind, "Semen is a translucent fluid that is emitted (ejaculated) from the male reproductive tract that contains sperm cells, which are capable of fertilizing the female's eggs. Ejaculation is normally linked with orgasm, the final stage and natural objective of male sexual stimulation. This is an essential component of natural conception. When combined with a female egg, a fetus begins to gestate in the uterus. Humans no longer reproduce in this way as the WombSys is necessary for all of humanity's reproductive needs. No cases of humans reproducing naturally have been observed during the last several thousands of years."
Finally coming to her answer, Re-L shot straight up in bed and glared down at Vincent. He had been stimulating himself to her! She knew that the Proxies were created to continue humanity's genetic history and protect the domed cities, but she hadn't realized that Vincent completely functioned as one of those original humans did! Oh, it made her so mad to think that he'd been using her to sexually satisfy himself, but when she thought about how awkward it might be for him to admit that and thinking about him thinking about how mad she would be if he admitted it…well, her anger cooled a little with guilt. She was still upset that he'd fantasized about her in that way secretly, but she knew that he was doing his best to shield her from something she might not take kindly to.
Despite having her answer, Re-L's tired mind refused to shut down and instead ran wild with possibilities. Well, it stumbled along toward possibilities anyway, still being tired and all. She was still stewing about Vincent's conduct in the bathroom, but another question surfaced in her mind: Could she do that too – feel the way he did? She didn't know, and she didn't even know where to start. She wasn't the original humans who inhabited Earth thousands of years ago, but she also wasn't like the humans in the domed cities – whatever part of her that was Monad made sure of that. After seeing Real/Monad during the destruction of Romdeau and hearing what Vincent had told her and what little of Deadalus' confession that had made sense, Re-L was unique. Maybe she wasn't as unique as the Proxies, but she was certainly more than what humans had become. Would that make any difference to how her body functioned?
It was an incredibly deep and complicated question, so the woman decided that she'd have to think about it and if she even wanted to do that at a more reasonable hour. Re-L's outrage at Vincent dimmed even more, lessened by the pressing need to sleep, but deep inside her, she felt a kernel of warmth in her stomach that she hadn't felt before.
…
Re-L used to be unaffected by bodies, even naked bodies – why should she be affected by other people's bodies when she knew what they looked like and how they functioned? It had been so sterile and scientific for her. This disconnection from the primal had led to her sometimes opening the door when she was showering when Vincent was timing her, frustrated that her three minutes were already up and wanting to argue to his face. She never really understood why he looked away when she did that, but now that she'd let her mind linger on questions of Vincent's sexual activities and the possibilities of her own body, she understood his reaction to her naked body a little bit. Her body affected him in ways that she'd never even considered and she was starting to understand why. Vincent was always modestly covered, whether he was in his loose shorts and tank top underclothes or his full AutoReiv Disposal Unit jumpsuit, whereas Re-L's underclothes were "scanty" as some might put it, and she had never been embarrassed by the occasional showing of her own naked body. But now that she was aware that she was physically affecting him to the point of sexual stimulation, the woman felt that he had started to physically affect her, and became acutely aware of it.
The last few days had been a kind of torture Re-L had never thought existed – the torture of tension. Every time she looked at Vincent, and thought about him, her stomach would grow warm and her mind would spiral into thoughts about the bathroom mystery. It started in small ways: an accidental elbow bump or a brush of his hand as he moved past her, him leaning over her back while he reached for something above her, a glimpse of his bare chest as he switched his underclothes – all ridiculous really, but the woman couldn't deny that it was happening. It was frustrating!
Re-L leaned against the deck railing of the Rabbit as they traveled the barren, but recovering landscape. She was resolutely ignoring the source of her problems as Vincent piloted the tiller and had resorted to biting her thumbnail again and thinking hard about all of her problems – most of them being Vincent. She was trying to remember every scrap of information that she had thought she'd never need about the human body. She'd read about how humans used to procreate when she was younger, but had never heard of anyone engaging in such a thing back in Romdeau – it wasn't done anymore, probably for centuries, as far as she could tell. Since the life of a Fellow Citizen was closely controlled, nothing more than maybe kisses were ever used to express affection, and only short kisses at that. Re-L had even once used a kiss to distract Vincent – taking advantage of his affection toward her to hide the FP gun she'd dropped before he'd seen it on the floor – but that had been the only time she'd ever kissed someone. From what little she'd observed in the dark of Vincent pleasuring himself, Re-L had to conclude that there was more than kissing involved in "normal" human mating processes, at least, she thought that what he was doing was related to human mating processes. However, if she wanted to figure out that particular problem on her own, she needed a dome's database or library, but more likely would have to address it with Vincent. Re-L had hardly ever felt embarrassed about anything, but addressing sex with Vincent was quickly becoming top of the list in that department. She was so out of her depth, and Re-L hated feeling that way.
"But I want to know…" she whispered, still chewing on her thumb. At that point, she knew she had to follow through. If she wanted to know what sexual stimulation was like, and if she could feel like Vincent, that's what she was going to do, even if it ended up being embarrassing.
She tried to remember if she'd ever read anything on how males or females stimulated themselves to orgasm, but all that was coming to her mind were sterile textscreen definitions of what it was and not how to do it. Damn the education system, she cursed. They never explained it fully, did they? Re-L neglected to acknowledge that she hadn't been interested at the time, no one had. No one seemed to care, which was perfectly natural when a bio-machine did all the reproduction the city needed. Re-L growled in frustration and accidentally ripped part of her nail off. She threw the sliver into the wind and stomped off inside the Rabbit to clip all her nails to the same length. Vincent watched her go apprehensively, hoping her bad mood wouldn't be turned towards him. He looked at Kristeva, but she didn't say anything either and just offered to relieve him of tiller duty.
That night was another quiet one as the Rabbit rested in a barren valley. The wind was being finicky so the little crew had anchored the ship for the night for safety. Re-L was waiting in the dark for Vincent to make a move toward the bathroom, concentrating on keeping her breathing deep and even without falling asleep. But the longer she waited, the less sure she felt that he was going to get up. If he doesn't go tonight, I think I'm going to lose it. I want to know what the hell he's doing! She took an even deeper breath and huffed it out, shifting into a more comfortable position before shifting into a more uncomfortable position to keep herself awake. She waited, her arm and shoulder folded under her body awkwardly, drifting off but then feeling the tingles in her fingers or the pinch of something getting squished and pulling her back to consciousness.
An indeterminate amount of time later (since she'd accidentally knocked her clock off of the bunk in her shifting), Re-L heard Vincent getting up. She froze, forgetting to breathe, but it didn't seem to matter. He quietly went into the bathroom and shut the door like normal, however, unlike normal, Re-L got up and just as quietly followed. She stopped at the door, leaning into listen, trying to figure out the best time to interrupt but then figured that no time would be best to interrupt. So she did what she did best, and barged in.
Re-L opened the bathroom door, scaring the shit out of Vincent. His eyes were so wide that she could see the whites of them, even in the dark. As expected, his shorts were pulled down enough to expose his genitalia, but she couldn't exactly see what he was doing, especially since he'd stopped at her unexpected entrance.
"Re-L!" he gasped, completely shocked that she was in the bathroom. She shut the door behind her and pressed a finger to his lips to shut him up, her other hand brushing his hip. She leaned in close to him and he leaned away from her until they were body perched over the toilet in some strange contortion.
"W-wha-t-t a-are y-you d-doing in h-here?! he stuttered when the finger was taken from his lips, barely able to get a sentence out. I literally got caught with my pants down! What the hell is she doing?! No one could see it, but Vincent was blushing like crazy, completely mortified by the position he was in. He became more mortified when Re-L answered his question flatly.
"How do you do it?"
He was so confused. "D-do what?"
"Stimulate yourself. Tell me how you do it," she demanded.
"H-h-how t-to d-do what?!" he gasped, still flummoxed by her presence.
"How you stimulate yourself, idiot." The words all made sense, but the intent and considerable context behind her statement did not make any sense to the man.
"W-why?!" he sputtered, and then something in his brain clicked: Re-L knew what he was doing in the bathroom! He blushed, mortified at the revelation and thankful for the near darkness they were in. "Y-you knew?! I-I-I thought you would b-be furious!"
Re-L huffed at the fact that she'd gotten questions instead of answers but indulged the man anyway. "Well, I was at first, but then my curiosity got the better of me," she admitted. She felt Vincent relax just the tiniest bit and smirked because she knew he was relieved that she was probably not going to kick him off the Rabbit into a snow drift.
Now that Vincent was out of danger of getting a tongue-lashing or getting kicked in the butt, his brain was finally able to address what Re-L was demanding. "And you want to s-see m-me…?"
"Yes, I want to see you stimulate yourself," the woman stated again, rolling her eyes. "I know how reproduction works, but I'm wondering what the hell you're doing if you're not mating."
"M-mating!?"
Oh, Vincent, you can be so irritatingly innocent at times, she mused, resisting the urge to pinch his ear – if she could find it in the darkness to begin with. She could've probably found his arm better, considering there was barely enough room to move around in the confined space – or maybe his nipple, that would hurt, right?
"Yes, mating," she reiterated, getting hot and frustrated that he was being so obtuse – definitely not because he was so close to her and in a partially unclothed state. "I've read that when humans used to mate, the male's penis is inserted into the female's vagina – and frustratingly that's about everything the medical texts said – but you're not doing that. So for the last time, what are you doing?"
"Um…um…I…" Vincent's mind was spinning furiously, trying to keep up but his body had started to override all reasonable functions. Re-L was so close, and she wanted to see him, and her scent was mixing with his own in the small bathroom, and oh damn, he was getting even harder...
Unable to explain it logically and in a way that wouldn't have him melting into a puddle of embarrassment, Vincent reached out and found Re-L's shoulder in the dark and traced his palm down, across her elbow, and to her hand. She made a noise that he'd never heard before as he moved her hand toward his groin and dimly registered a shiver traveling over her body. He took his erection in his free hand and gently wrapped her hand around his fingers, letting her feel what he was doing, but not forcing her to do it if she wasn't comfortable. He then started to move his hand up and down, stroking himself slowly with her hand following his movements.
Re-L despite her surprise at Vincent's sudden instance that he demonstrate what was happening instead of just explaining it to her, was fascinated. She had never seen an erect penis before (technically she still hadn't due to the dark); she'd seen a few naked male bodies in her lifetime (mostly by coincidence), but their penises had never done anything like this. From what she could tell, it was hard and stood straight in her and Vincent's hands, and when they moved their hands up and down, the man would sometimes make a noise of some kind – the noises that she'd been hearing each night he hid from her. She could tell that that he was holding back (probably still embarrassed by the situation) but there were still a few soft moans or a hitched breath, and once he groaned quietly. Hearing how Vincent sounded when he pleasured himself with her made the kernel inside the woman's stomach get hotter. She didn't understand what that was yet, but she decided that helping Vincent made her feel good, and she wouldn't mind it getting better. But the way they were doing things now, as interesting and stimulating as it was, was not enough for her. She was debating on asking Vincent if there was something more they could do when her thoughts were interrupted.
"Ah…Re-L…" Vincent groaned, sending a shiver up the woman's spine again. That was the voice she'd heard – the voice that had made her mad through the bathroom door, but now only made her skin tingle. She wanted to hear it again but, contrary to her usual behavior, the woman hesitantly reached down towards his erection with her other hand. She stopped for a moment, now debating on whether or not Vincent would actually like this – seeing as he hadn't let her touch him (but not knowing that he was only being considerate) – but then decided to hell with it.
She let go with her occupied hand, surprising Vincent who stopped stroking himself as disappointment drooped his shoulders. She doesn't want to touch me anymore, he thought gloomily, I knew she'd hate it. However, his disappointment lasted for only a moment because then he felt his fingers being pulled at and his grip loosened in shock.
"What are you –?" he started
Re-L cut him off. "I want to touch it," she insisted, and then the man groaned as he felt the woman first touch the tip, felt her way down to his shaft, and grasped his erection again. Re-L could fully feel the hardness of Vincent's member now, also noting that despite how hard it was, it still retained a little squishiness, especially at the rounded tip, but she then registered something that she had not expected. "It's hot!" she exclaimed, louder than she intended. She clamped her mouth shut, hoping that Pino, who was charging at the other end of the small room wouldn't reboot at the sound. Both she and Vincent waited for a few moments, but when they didn't hear anything, they breathed out a sigh of relief. Then they both chuckled softly.
Controlling herself, Re-L then whispered, "Vincent, it's hot,", marveling at the strangeness of men's bodies.
"Mmmhmm," he hummed. "It gets that way when I'm aroused."
"Aroused…" she murmured, her textscreen definitions now making sense. Could that be what the heat in her stomach was? Arousal? Was she aroused like Vincent was? She couldn't tell but wanted to see if she was. "You like this," she confirmed, figuring things out more quickly now.
"Yes, especially when it's your hand," Vincent replied, holding very still. He wanted to thrust into her hand so very badly even if her grip on him was just a little too loose for his liking but he held himself very still, still not wanting to push too much onto her at once. It was very hard, though, since her hand was so soft and warm. His stomach felt like the Rabbit's electrical unit after running for days on end, burning and roiling. It felt good, everything felt good. He wanted more.
Before he could ask Re-L to move her hand again, she shifted, and Vincent felt more than saw her kneel in front of him. "What are you doing?!" he whispered frantically, half-horrified and half-pleased that her face was so near his erection.
"I'm looking," she hissed back, placing her hand on his thigh and then moving it towards his groin. "Well, feeling anyway," she amended. "It's dark in here. Can I turn on the light?"
She hadn't even thought about the light before now, having been so distracted. But then she remembered that they were conserving power again, having not found a dome in quite a while and wanting to save electricity for charging Pino and Kristeva and cooking. At the same time she sighed, "Wait, never mind," Vincent hissed, "No!" Re-L's eyes widened in surprise at his vehemence but then smirked. "Embarrassed?" she teased.
"N-no!"
"You're embarrassed," she stated as flatly as she could, but a little bit of smugness crept in. When Vincent didn't respond right away, she knew that he was floundering between pouting and panicking. And then she felt her smugness slip away and she chided herself for being so childish and got herself under control. "Don't worry about it," she replied after enjoying his silence for a few moments. "I forgot we're conserving electricity, and you're allowed to be embarrassed."
"I am not embarrassed!"
"Whatever." Re-L moved on and moved her hand below his erection, finding what she'd wanted to study: his testicles.
"Shit!" Vincent hissed as her hand cupped his balls, and Re-L snorted at his swearing. More than anything in the world, Re-L loved to surprise the man in any way possible – most commonly with a kick or a push off the Rabbit – but now she'd found a new way to surprise him. "Stop laughing…" he pouted, making her giggle more.
"Hold still," she instructed. "I want to feel."
"I'm…not gonna stop…you…" he breathed out carefully, trying to control the urge to thrust into her hand hard. Her hands felt so good, even if the one on his balls felt kinda ticklish, but in a good way. "Just…be gentle."
Re-L was gentle, cupping his balls softly, and moving her hands around slowly, just feeling. Of course, his anatomy would be vastly different from her own, and while she still found it odd, she didn't dislike it. Fascinating was the word that kept coming to mind. She rubbed his balls, feeling them move across her palm, and then ran her fingers over the warm skin. He groaned and pressed against her, her stomach burning a little hotter in response.
"What does that feel like?" she asked, wanting to know what he was feeling.
"Warm…ticklish, but in a good way," he replied, voicing his thoughts from earlier. "I like it when you cup them." Re-L did what he said, and the man groaned again.
"Shit…I've gotta move."
"Move…?" Re-L then gasped in surprise when Vincent started to thrust into her hand. While she'd been exploring his balls, she'd just held onto his erection loosely, forgetting almost entirely about it for those few moments, but now she was acutely aware of it as Vincent moved against her hand.
"Hold me tighter," he instructed, and she closed her grip a little more. "Just like that…" he sighed and kept thrusting into her hand. One of his hands drifted down to her head, running his fingers through her hair. Re-L jumped a little but didn't say anything as the hand came back to brush her hair again. The touch echoed the soft brushes that he gave her hair every morning as he styled it, and Re-L found that she didn't mind it at all, in fact, she liked it. She leaned into his hand, her stomach heating up a few more degrees when in response, his pace quickened. She wanted to touch him more too and removed her hand from his testicles and placed it on his abdomen, feeling the muscles move beneath her fingertips.
Vincent loved every moment – he loved the way Re-L let him caress her hair, how her grip on him tightened even more when he made noises she liked, how warm her hand was against his skin, and the tempting idea of her mouth being so close to his cock. He would never force her to kiss or lick him, but the idea that her lips were just a few inches away from his erection made him even harder. He moaned as the heat in his belly started to boil over, his hand gripping Re-L's hair and tugging slightly and the strength of his thrusts increasing.
Sensing the change, Re-L asked, "Is it going to come out?" She was intrigued to experience the end of what had been a mystery for her for days. She was also safe in the knowledge that there was a sink behind her if she didn't like the end result very much.
"Y-yes…!" Vincent hissed, trying to hold back for a few moments longer, just to feel her hand more.
And the Re-L panicked a little, not knowing exactly how it was going to happen. She started saying, "How…?" when Vincent's free hand took the wrist of her hand on his stomach and formed both of their hands into a cupped shape in front of his erection.
The head of his cock tapped against her hand a few times and he had barely the brain capacity to ask, "You okay touching…?"
"Yes," came the immediate reply. Vincent shivered at her insistence and eagerness, the spasm moving up his body in delicious tingles.
"Hah…here…it…comes…!" The man groaned, feeling his release grip his entire body, the heat in his stomach moving down to his hips and out of his cock. He thrust into his beloved's hand a few more times and then orgasmed.
Re-L gasped as the hot fluid hit their hands in spurts, pooling in her fingers. She was surprised by how it shot out of Vincent's erection and jolted. However, she found that she couldn't move back, his hand glued to the back of her head, Vincent's unnatural strength holding her in place. It wasn't scary, though, because she knew that Vincent would never hurt her, and she listened to him come apart in front of her, seeing the shadow of his body rigid as he rode out his orgasm. His breathing was strained and ragged and he groaned as one more spurt of semen hit her hand. Vincent's arm relaxed and Re-L found that she could move now. She brought her hand carefully to her face, cupping her other hand underneath just in case of an accident, and peered through the gloom to look at the fluid in her hand. She couldn't see much, but it was warm and smooth in her palm. There was a musky scent in her nose along with something sharper, but she couldn't tell if it came from the semen or if it was just Vincent's scent filling up the small bathroom. As she thought, she moved her hand side to side gently, feeling it rock and pool in her hand before deciding that she'd seen (or rather felt) enough for now.
She stood up and turned to find the sink, washing her hands of the viscous substance. I'll have to have Vincent show me more in the light next time. The woman paused in washing her hands, stunned by the thought that she wanted to do more of what she'd just done to the man. She hadn't even thought of what would happen after this little experiment, but she had just crossed into part of a relationship that she didn't know if she was ready for. The sensation of being at the edge of a cliff came up in her mind, her foot already perched over an endless drop making her feel uncomfortable about taking that next step and letting go of what control she had over the situation. It was uncomfortable to think about falling off that cliff, but at the same time, everything that they'd just done had felt natural, good even. Re-L pushed the images and thoughts to the back of her mind and let her practiced control take over again, deciding that she'd wait to figure out if she wanted to take the next step after she asked a question that had been lingering since she'd figured out what Vincent had been doing.
"What does a woman have to do to feel like that?" she asked, a little breathless from what she'd just witnessed, turning back around to face the shadowy man.
Vincent moaned, feeling desire spark in his stomach at hearing that she wanted to do the same thing even though he needed a minute to recover. "Let me…sit down…" he panted, his hand searched for the toilet. When he found it, he sat down and having kept hold of one of her arms, gently pulled her to him again. "Carefully straddle me…maybe put one leg on my thigh and the other…yes, keep your foot on the ground like that."
He helped Re-L balance on top of him, one leg tucked up and resting on his thigh, and the other steadying her so that she wasn't completely sitting on it. He needed access after all. Her hands rested on his shoulders, and he loved to feel the weight of her on him. Impulsively, his hand came up behind her neck, gently caressing her there. He watched with satisfaction as her spine stiffened and her head tilted back a little bit. He knew that she was feeling the same tingles that he had felt.
"That…felt good," she murmured, trying to get used to the new sensation, but finding it difficult to let go.
"We'll make you f-feel even b-better," the man promised, resisting the urge to kiss her between her breasts. They were in an odd place: He knew that Re-L was drawn to him and that they were in an intimate setting, but he didn't want to give into his passionate desires and startle her. Re-L was a strange creature, and he couldn't always predict how she'd react. They'd only shared one kiss, and she had told him to find her as Romdeau fell apart, but she hadn't told him that she loved him, even though he'd told her the feelings of his heart. They weren't just colleagues or friends, but he couldn't call them lovers either, so kissing her breasts or any other intimate place would have to wait until she was ready to take that step.
Re-L looked tipped her head down and looked at the man underneath her. She felt her stomach clench at his promise. She was eager to continue, but her rigid control kept slamming back into place just as she was about to figure out how not to do that. The slight arch of her back where he touched her spine was only a fraction of the display she had wanted – she felt like she should've arched deeper, pressed her fingers into his neck, and pulled his head into her chest, but only the stiffening of her spine had actually happened. It was a little frustrating. She wanted more but didn't know how to do that.
"What do we do now?" she asked, feeling as if she was teetering back and forth on the precipice of that cliff again.
This was what Vincent had always wanted with Re-L, this closeness and affection, and he was finally experiencing it! "W-What we did to me," he started, only fumbling one word this time as he got comfortable with the situation, "We're going to do to you." He didn't see it, but one of Re-L's perfect eyebrows lifted disdainfully. She might know little about the ways of sexual pleasure, but she was certain that Vincent was stupid this time– she didn't have the same parts as him, so they couldn't do that. She was about to open her mouth and call him stupid when he spoke first. "But a little different; your fingers are going to go inside you, okay?"
"Oh." The little noise slipped out Re-L realized that she hadn't actually thought of how this whole thing was going to work with her body before he provided the solution. Maybe she was the stupid one after all and not Vincent.
The man blushed at the little noise, loving how it sounded. Maybe I can make her moan that, he thought, but then he pushed that thought down and turned to the task at hand. One step at a time, he chided himself. He decided to take on the clinical way Re-L had been talking about intercourse, allowing himself a little separation from his embarrassment by using her logic. "Normally, a penis would go inside you, but we're going to simulate that with fingers instead if you're comfortable with that."
Two thoughts popped up in Re-L's mind at the same time. The first was, 'A penis,' huh? Probably means his penis and the second was, I don't know if I'm comfortable with that. To be honest, she didn't know how she felt, other than feeling hot everywhere, but thinking about anything, even fingers, up inside her was so foreign. It had never crossed her mind at all in her entire life, but here she was, probably about to let Vincent show her just how to do it.
"Um…" was all that came out of her mouth. Vincent was shocked – he'd made Re-L speechless! That never happened! She was always nagging at him, yelling at Pino, counting their supplies out loud, complaining about everything, or reading her notes to him even if he wasn't listening. It took a moment, a glorious moment of speechlessness that he savored before she spoke again. "I don't know."
There was a note in her voice that Vincent hadn't heard before: uncertainty. This was not like Re-L at all – even if she didn't have all the facts, she was always confident and self-assured about whatever it was she was doing. Vincent felt an overwhelming need to comfort her and make her feel safe; everything they were doing was new to her after all.
"Are you scared?" he asked, "It's okay if you are."
"I'm not scared!" she hissed angrily. What Vincent couldn't see in the darkness was the blush on her cheeks. He would've thought it was so cute and she wouldn't have wanted him to see her embarrassed after all the teasing she gave him.
"Wanna wait a minute?" he asked, hoping he sounded very understanding to her.
"Yes." The answer was out before she could stop it. Re-L did want to wait a minute, to process everything that had happened so far, and she was glad that Vincent had suggested it.
"Okay, then," he agreed. "We'll wait a bit. It's okay." The woman was relieved, for all his frustrating lack of spine which annoyed her most of the time, she was grateful now that Vincent was so accommodating and gentle with her like he always was. He softly pushed at her upraised leg, prompting her to let her foot touch the ground and sit on his lap, straddling him properly. Then she gasped as he pulled her close, their chests pressed together, warm through the fabric, his arms wrapped around her back. Re-L sank into his embrace, resting her head on his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his back. In his warmth, she relaxed. Or at least, tried too.
Re-L's body seemed to be humming, maybe more like tingling. As much as she wanted to relax against Vincent's chest, the heat in her stomach that had been slowly spreading across her body wouldn't let her. She was acutely aware of Vincent – aware of his still slightly uneven breathing, aware of the warmth of his skin where it touched hers, aware of how hard and strong his arms felt hugging her back, and aware of how all of this was increasing that warmth inside her. But there was something still missing, a kind of last act that would allow her to try and take that last step over the edge, would allow her to fully commit to becoming more…human. Just like him. She thought about it for a moment, and then she realized what it was.
"I know what's missing," she stated, sitting up properly.
"What?" Vincent asked, pulling himself out of a recovering doze. He'd liked holding the woman in his arms and was reluctant to let her go all the way, so he didn't. He kept a loose hold around her back as Re-L looked at the shadowy face in front of her and placed her hands on both cheeks, leaning in. Vincent stiffened underneath her warm touch, waiting for whatever she was going to do without breathing. If Re-L wasn't being so serious right now, she might have laughed at how idiotic he was. She'd concluded that everything they'd done so far was far beyond any affection she'd grown up around, but they'd both missed a crucial step in their haste to explore and be explored, and Re-L was going to make up for it. She gently placed her lips on his, the echoes of their last kiss rippling across her mind – that had been the first time he'd ever confessed his love for her, and in response, she'd tricked him. Their circumstances were so different now and Re-L was very different from the person she'd been back then. She liked this kiss, she wanted this kiss, and apparently, Vincent did too.
The woman found herself crushed against his body, one of his arms tight against her back and the other hand twining in her hair, keeping her head in place as the kiss continued. It went from warm and gentle to something incredibly desperate. Re-L knew little about kissing and found herself out of her depth once again as Vincent nipped at her lip and took advantage of her gasp in response, sliding his tongue into her mouth. It was awkward – she'd never been kissed like this before and she floundered at what to do. But whatever she lacked in grace and experience, Vincent more than made up for it with his needy enthusiasm. His tongue was hot in her mouth, and she felt like she was being swallowed up in his passion, the appendage exploring every inch inside, and engaging her tongue in a dance that she didn't know the steps to. She couldn't breathe properly after some time – every function in her brain was overridden by just how warm Vincent's mouth was on hers – and she had to push him away, gasping for air. He was breathing hard as well while the woman filled her lungs, but her breath shortened again when she felt his lips on her jaw, their warmth kissing down that line and then latching onto her neck.
"Oh, Re-L…" he groaned, his voice rough with want, "I've waited so long..." She jolted at the sound, heat spiking up her spine and he continued to kiss down her neck and to her collarbone. When she finally had just enough air to focus on something else, Re-L realized that she was clinging to Vincent, one hand bunched in the fabric of his tank top and the other digging into his back. He was clinging to her as well and the thought that she was starting to feel what he was feeling gave her a little satisfaction – she was doing something right, even if her kisses had sucked. She tried moaning out Vincent's name as he had with hers, and the response the heat in her stomach spread farther across her body. He shivered in her arms and groaned again, hugging her even tighter. She was then startled as his lips traveled lower and rested on the swell of her breast, making her skin tingle through her thin tank top. He stopped when she wanted him to go on and moved away ever so slightly. If they could've seen each other properly, Re-L would've been able to see the pained, but hopeful look in the man's brilliant green eyes.
"Re-L," he started, swallowing loudly afterward, "I want to do more…are you okay?"
She felt more than okay, in fact, she found her body wanting him more than ever. "Yes!" The answer burst from her, strained and breathy and the woman found that she didn't know what was happening to her but liked it anyway. Maybe this is what Vincent felt like, maybe she was doing something right. She heard Vincent swallow loudly again and his arms tightened around her a little more.
"I want you to touch your breasts and touch yourself, okay? To find what you like." One arm moved, and Re-L felt his hand reach and pull one of her arms away from him by the wrist. She nodded, forgetting that he couldn't see her very well, but the movement was interpreted correctly anyway. "Okay," he replied, saying it to reassure both of them. The man could feel his blood beginning to warm for a second time as she moved to prop her shin on his thigh again. He placed her hand in between her legs, cupping her fingers, but then he jolted in surprise when Re-L jerked her hand away with a startled gasp.
"Oh god, it's really wet!" she exclaimed, slightly horrified that her body could do that. She had experienced a little mess down there every once in a while because bodies do stuff like that, but it had never been to this extent! She teetered on the edge of horror and fascination, unsure of if she wanted to touch herself again.
"That's happened before, right?" Vincent asked, sounding just as unsure as she was. He was genuinely surprised that Re-L had never been wet before, but the humans of the present were vastly different from the ones born thousands of years ago. Vincent thought about how the Fellow Citizens had acted during his reign and he concluded that most of them had been so in control of themselves and so trained to think only along certain lines that it never would've occurred to them to give into physical desire like Re-L was doing now – they just weren't programmed to do that. But Re-L was different. She was always different and Vincent loved her for it.
"Of course!" the woman snapped back, blushing unusually furiously, "But never this wet! How the hell does that even work?!"
The man blinked, his brain trying to switch between eager lover to gentle teacher as fast as possible. Seriously, she gives me whiplash, he thought with a shake of his head.
"Um…you get wet when you're aroused, when you feel good," he tried to explain. "It uh…makes what comes later…easier…" Now he was the one blushing. Despite his embarrassment, Vincent soldiered on. "When I get aroused, my body gets hot and my desire, um, gets me hard. Um, with women, they get wet instead."
Re-L was silent for a moment as Vincent wanted to both melt into a puddle and bury his face in her breasts to hide his flaming cheeks.
"So, that's what was happening," the woman mused.
"What was happening?"
"I kept feeling hot while we were pleasuring you," she answered – neglecting to add that she still felt hot – her voice back to its clinical tone to make up for her earlier outburst. She hated losing control and it was becoming quite clear to her that human pleasure was about doing just that. Holding onto her last shred of control was the least she could do. She couldn't see him, but Vincent was beaming at her observation.
"Then that means you're aroused." She didn't, however, miss the note of pride in his voice, as if to say because of me. Even if it was true, she couldn't let him gloat over it. Despite the darkness, Re-L managed to find his ear perfectly and gave it a tug. "Ow!"
"Don't be so smug!" she hissed.
"Alright! Alright!" he hissed back, rubbing his ear when she let him go. He pouted and Re-L didn't miss the hurt in his voice. "Can't I be happy about it? I want you to feel good."
"Then show me how to do it," she instructed after a long-suffering sigh. He's like a child sometimes, she thought, but then became engrossed with what Vincent was doing.
He had her touch and rub the different parts of her anatomy – his goal being that she found what spots might be pleasurable to stimulate more. She thought the man would get bored with her figuring out how things worked on the most basic level, but he didn't rush her. It probably also helped his boredom that she let him take her top and underwear off and that was busy letting him kiss her breasts. The woman had expected him to go straight for her nipples, but for the moment, he kept alternating between kissing from her collarbones down across the top of her breasts, and just resting his head over her heart. She knew her heart was beating fast, and he could definitely hear it, which was distracting but whenever she stopped moving her fingers, Vincent would prompt her to keep going. His voice coaxed her to touch her nipples, her free hand poking and rubbing, trying to find something that worked for her. When Vincent was satisfied that she was doing enough, he went back to kissing her breasts. Trying not to get too distracted by his kisses, Re-L figured out that she liked gentle touches on her chest, but she found that if Vincent sucked on her nipples only a little roughly, she liked that too. She didn't really like rubbing her whole vulva very much, but rubbing circles around her clit was very pleasurable and made her hips rock gently back on forth. When Vincent suggested she try rubbing her clit directly and a little harder, she cried out and had to stop. While it felt good to an extent, it was also unexpectedly tender and she had to stop right away.
"Maybe I did it wrong," Re-L huffed, frustrated with herself as she pulled her hands away from her body.
Vincent kissed her cheek, trying to cheer her up. "You're very new to this; it will take practice to get used to it. I think you're doing just fine." She could hear the pride in his voice again and rolled her eyes. Even when I mess up he's happy with me, what a weirdo. "I know you just rolled your eyes at me," he added, "You really should be nicer to yourself. You don't have to do this perfectly the first time."
Re-L scoffed. "Of course, I do!" When Vincent didn't respond, she figured that he'd lifted an eyebrow at her. "Or, at least I want to do it perfectly."
"You're perfect just the way you are right now," he responded, sounding perfectly cliché. Before she could let out a retort, Vincent asked, "Do you want to put your fingers inside now?" eager to have her try it. Knowing that she was pleasuring herself in his lap was turning him on again, his cock getting harder by the minute.
Re-L made a noise in agreement and placed her hand back between her legs. She felt how wet she was and shuddered. Easing a finger inside herself didn't feel uncomfortable but it didn't feel natural to her either. She made a noise that wasn't quite one of discomfort and kept pushing it in until it couldn't go any farther. "It's in," she grunted, her brain processing how her finger felt in the warm wetness and how her insides felt at having her finger there at the same time – it was very odd to her.
"Move it in and out as fast as you want," Vincent instructed softly, his breath brushing against her skin. He was lightly resting his head against her shoulder, his hands on her waist. Re-L started to move her finger out and she moaned softly when pushing it back in, the movement, though foreign, feeling better with each cycle. Vincent kept kissing her breasts, keeping her wet, helping her ease into a slow, steady rhythm, getting used to the feel and the movement of her finger. But after a while, it wasn't enough. She huffed in frustration and tried to go deeper, but couldn't go any further. She tried again, but was still frustrated – there was something else missing too.
As if reading her mind, Vincent pulled his lips away from her skin and spoke again, adding, "And you can add another finger too if it doesn't feel too uncomfortable."
The woman drew her finger out and added another, carefully pushing them both back in. She made a strained noise as her fingers filled her up, her insides stretching a little more than she was expecting. Ah, she thought, that solved part of the problem. More… She didn't realize that she'd said the last word out loud, nor did she feel Vincent shudder at her noises, too occupied with trying to get comfortable with two fingers inside her. The man placed several kisses on his love's breast before taking her nipple into his mouth. The woman gasped and told him to be gentle but enjoyed his warm mouth on her – she was finding that whatever Vincent did felt better than whatever she had tried, probably due to her inexperience and the fact that she was attracted to him. Her unoccupied hand fumbled around for one of his and when she found it, she pulled it up to her other breast and made him squeeze it along with her own fingers.
"You…feel better…than me…" she gasped out. Vincent moaned into her breast and used his free hand to pull her closer. She made a noise that she'd never made before as her fingers slipped back inside her at a different angle. They both stayed that way for several minutes, pressed against each other while she pleasured herself and he kissed and sucked on her breasts.
When Vincent pulled back to rest for a moment, he hoarsely gasped, "God, Re-L, you feel good in my mouth. The woman shivered in pleasure at his words. She had never felt so good before, had never experienced the vast depth of emotion crashing through her body at that moment, but somehow with all its immensity, it wasn't enough to push her into that ecstasy that Vincent experienced. And Re-L knew why.
"Vincent," she whispered, pulling her fingers out of her body.
"Yes?" he asked, kissing up her neck. She reached for the hand still glued to her breast and tugged at it. Vincent resisted for a moment, still wanting to touch her there, but giving in the more she tugged. A moment later he was glad that he'd relented. Re-L had guided his hand in between her legs, pressing his fingers against her wetness, and he shuddered at feeling her arousal.
Re-L smirked in a prideful way, pleased that she could make him lose control so easily now. "You feel better than me," she whispered hotly in his ear, echoing her words from earlier.
"Oh, god," he groaned, pulling her into a searing kiss. His tongue was soft and warm as it moved against her and Re-L could feel the pleasure spreading throughout her body. She kissed him back and then moaned into it as one of his fingers pushed inside of her. She was right: He did feel better. His finger was longer than hers, reaching deeper than she could, hitting a place inside her that wanted to be touched. Re-L wrapped her arms around his neck, one hand gripping the back of his hair as they kissed. Vincent felt himself growing harder as they moved together, her hips pushing against his finger, in time with his thrusts.
God, she's so wet, he thought, his desire for her growing as he slipped another finger inside. Re-L arched her back a bit, and he stopped pushing, letting her get used to the sensation. "You okay?" he asked. She nodded after a moment and he began moving again, steady but firmly. Re-L rested her head against his shoulder, letting herself just feel everything. It was so primal to her, the simplest desire and love could feel, but at the same time so incomprehensible. It was a very human experience for her, one she was eager to continue having.
And this is how humans were meant to procreate, she thought to herself, Having pleasure and giving it in return. It was strange – when she'd seen the WombSys, seen how humans were grown in tubes, it had disturbed her. She'd known that humans came out of bio-machines to strictly regulate the population in Romdeau – too many humans would collapse the dome's precarious ecosystem – but finding out how humans were meant to reproduce was even more fascinating. It was messier, and complicated in an emotional way that had been forgotten, but it felt right. It did not disturb her, and as Vincent's fingers pleasured her insides, she thought that having his penis inside her would be the best thing to make her feel good. But she knew she wasn't going to last long enough for that when he carefully slipped a third finger inside her.
Re-L sucked in a harsh breath and then moaned louder than she had expected to. She had never felt like this before, so full and hot and ready to fall apart. She didn't register it, but Re-L was starting to tremble, and Vincent felt the movement, spurred on by her crumbling control. Her head was thrown back now, her mouth open as unfamiliar noises slipped out, and her nails were digging into Vincent's shoulder, trying to ground her to something. And then his thumb pressed against her clit, making her hips thrust forward almost violently. She groaned and kept moving with Vincent, wanting his fingers deeper, wanting him to rub her harder. Something was also building inside her, something she'd never felt before ready to burst, and she knew that if he kept doing what he was doing, it would overwhelm her.
"Something…something is…happen…ing…inside…!" she gasped, unable to properly form a sentence.
"That's it…I think you're almost ready to cum," Vincent said gently. His voice was soft in response, but husky with desire in a way that made her shiver. It was like his deeper Ergo Proxy voice, but it was still clearly Vincent. Re-L could get used to hearing it in these kinds of circumstances, but she couldn't think about it more other than what he was saying to her at the moment. "Please cum for me, my Re-L," he coaxed, loving every moment more than the last. His fingers moved faster and the woman found her entire body tightening, her nails digging into his shoulders as something inside her broke in the best way possible.
It ripped through her more violently than she was expecting: Heat was all she could feel as her orgasm wracked her entire body, heat only anchored to reality where she was touching Vincent's body. She moaned much louder than she'd expected to but didn't care at that point as she was losing herself to her release. She was completely overwhelmed, her brain disconnecting in a way it never had before as her insides spasmed around her lover's fingers. She didn't know what to do with herself – this was the most out of control she'd ever been, and she found that she liked the way it felt even as she was of what letting go would do to her.
Re-L barely managed to get out a "Vin…cent…! I…I…!" She couldn't even think of what she wanted to say let alone articulate it, but she wanted to convey something to him and hold onto him.
Thankfully, he understood what she was feeling. "It's okay, just hang onto me," Vincent whispered, kissing her neck gently as she twitched and trembled in his embrace. He was so captivated by her first orgasm, feeling how tense she was even now, still squeezing his fingers inside her, and the delightful way her breath hitched in between her gasps and moans. He knew that she looked stunning, even in the darkness.
Finally, the moment broke and Re-L nearly completely collapsed. Vincent caught the woman, and pulled her into his chest, moving her legs to properly straddle him once again. Re-L was panting hard, still shaking as he rubbed her back soothingly. He murmured sweet nothings in her ear as she rested on him, her arms limp at her sides. Her brain had completely clouded over with pleasure and she was content to just let Vincent hold her. Her insides were still pulsing, and she could feel a warm wetness slipping out of her, onto Vincent's skin. She was going to apologize to him, but couldn't find the strength to actually do it.
So this is what he felt like…I can understand why he kept doing it…Re-L sighed in contentment, nuzzling into Vincent's neck.
"How did it feel? Did you like it?" the man asked, anxious to know what she had thought.
"Mmmmhmmm…" she hummed. "Felt…good…" She didn't register it, but the man's temperature ticked up a notch and his erection was hard in his underwear. He was so happy that she'd felt good; all he wanted to do was please her and keep pleasing her.
"I'm so happy…" he cooed, nuzzling her back. "I want you to feel good all the time." Re-L hummed in response, finally able to find the energy to lift her arms and hug her lover.
"I want the same for you," she whispered, finally coming back into herself. "I can't say that I love you with all my heart like you do me, but I do want you to be happy and I want to figure out if I can love you the same way you love me." She felt Vincent's breath still, processing her words. "Will you give me some time to figure that out?"
His arms tightened around her, holding her even closer. "Of course! You can have all the time you want," he whispered, his heart beating fast in his chest. Re-L was surprised to find that her heart was beating at the same tempo his was, finding comfort in the shared sensation. She hugged him a little tighter too.
"Thank you," she answered with all the sincerity in her heart.
They both lapsed into silence, Re-L recovering, Vincent ecstatic at the prospect of his beloved loving him back. It was a few minutes before either of them spoke again, and it was Re-L who started the next conversation with a complaint.
"I am so dirty," she said, a note of displeasure. She may have liked the exercise, but that didn't mean that she was fine with the aftermath.
"We could take a shower together," Vincent suggested, still holding onto her. His cock was still hard and he was eager to spend as much time with Re-L as possible. When she didn't answer right away, he added, "Even a less than three-minute shower."
Re-L placed her hands on his chest and pushed him away like an annoyed cat. "No way!"
"Why not?" he shot back. "I just had my fingers in you, so seeing you naked shouldn't be a problem!"
"I like to shower alone," she argued.
"But it would be fun together!"
"You think so?" she asked, getting a vigorous nod in response. The woman then smirked teasingly. "And this showering together thing has nothing to do with the erection in your underwear, right?"
She knew that Vincent was blushing and flustered when he started stammering again. "W-W-W-hat?!"
"I can feel it, you know," she prodded, taking pleasure in his embarrassment. She even placed a gentle hand on his groin and smiled when he jumped.
"I-I'm s-sorry!" he apologized, his voice going up an octave at her touch.
"You shouldn't apologize," Re-L said, rolling her eyes. "That means you're aroused," she parroted with a smirk." The woman let her hand linger for just a moment longer, and then said, "Well, good luck with that. I'm going to shower." And then she got off of Vincent and opened the bathroom door, determined to shower alone. She smiled at his startled outburst about being left in the lurch, but when Vincent managed to cram himself into the stall with her, she got annoyed, knowing she was beaten. She flipped the light on to glare at him and he just gave her what she'd deemed "puppy eyes" back at her. For a few moments, they were at an impasse, but then Re-L sighed.
"Fine, but you have to wash my hair!" she conceded. Vincent gave her the biggest smile and threw his underwear out the door before closing it. He promised to be good; however, when she turned the water on, the first thing his hands touched was not her hair, but her breasts.
"I thought you said that you were going to be good?" she growled, glaring down at the hands squeezing her breasts.
"Aren't I good?" His voice had dropped low, taking on a sultry tone that made her blood burn. He sounds like Ergo…The woman looked down and found normal-colored hands on her chest, but the sensation of being in the presence of a fallen god remained. Re-L shivered despite her desire to give Vincent a hard time and when he felt her react to him and chuckled, he used that same voice. "I am good, aren't I?" he asked, kissing her neck as they both stood under the water.
Oh, he sounded so…sexy, was that the word? It sounded just right, but Re-L couldn't take the smugness in his voice without putting up any kind of protest. Despite wanting to give in to his voice and kisses, she elbowed the man in his stomach instead.
"Ouch! Re-L!" The man's voice was still lower, but he'd dropped the sexiness that had gripped her. He let go of her breasts but refused to let go of her completely, holding her against his body by snaking his arms around her waist. "Come on," he pleaded, sounding a little desperate. "Just until I cum again? I'll make you cum too, I promise."
The tone of his voice and his promise of more pleasure were too good to pass up. The woman felt her stomach start to heat up again, desire easing through her body once more. "Oh fine," she agreed. Re-L tipped her head back to find his lips, seeking his affection. When his lips pressed against hers in return, the same eagerness she'd had in the bathroom returned, and she wanted Vincent again. When they parted she added, "At least this time I'll be able to see you in the light."
Vincent sputtered something incoherent and when she turned to look at his face it was beat red. "You didn't think about that, did you?" Re-L teased, pleased with the outcome. "But then again, you get to see me too, so it all works out." This time when she looked at his face, his eyes burned with desire for her and she suspected that her eyes held the same emotion.
Apparently, it's time to have another human experience, Re-L thought as she pushed one of his hands down between her legs. I'll just have to make sure that we don't waste too much water experiencing it together.
The End
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