Program Language: Love (FF x DigitalSiren) (NSFW)

[Father Figure]

Sadness could be a living thing.

The apartment would not have necessarily radiated that thought to anyone who entered the residence, not without looking around to discern a bit more about the occupant. In fact, most people in Night City would have been thrilled to live in such an elite and upscale establishment. At the top of one of the magnificent corpo towers in the city, the penthouse apartment was a two-story affair that emphasized lavish luxurious wealth. It came complete with a small garden, patio, pool, and custom security equipment to deter anyone operating on the wrong side of the law. Living in it was tantamount to denying the lives of most of Night City, a place defined by its class disparity, but that was part and parcel of the perks of having the ancestry of this young man.

A trust fund baby, Reginald (Reggie to his friends if he had any) Wright, was as well to do as one could hope to be. A member of the Wright Family, Reginald's grandfather had originally invested in the founding of Night City when it was established by Richard Night in 1994. Situated at the head of Del Coronado Bay, the place was a modern multicultural metropolis which had been overtaken by corporations, corruption, gangs, and violence. Reggie had never needed to worry about that kind of thing though, living a pampered lifestyle in the year 2077. He had been given everything a human being could want and like most people he found that money certainly could not buy you what you truly needed in life.

Yet, he ached inside.

The only thing his apartment, his life, did not come complete with was someone that loved him. He had fallen in love when he left Night City to attend a prestigious college. The first couple of years had been wonderful ones with Emma, ones that had helped him grow as a human being. She had made him a better person. Just not quite good enough. When Emma involved herself in activism on campus, when she began to rail against the megacorporations and the government of Night City, when she had finally asked him to renounce his family name and his money so that he could be free of it all…that had been the moment that Reginald had failed to live up to her expectations of him. When he returned home, he returned with no personal memorabilia, videos, or photos of his time away. It had left him apartment spartan and absent of human touch.

Then he purchased her. It had happened several months ago, the night which had culminated in this decision. Reggie had become a veritable hermit. Living by himself after returning, he had not gotten a job. It was not as if he lacked for opportunities, it was just the feeling of malaise that had fallen over him. A deepening depression that one evening had him standing in front of a mirror with a bottle of pills. That moment might have been the end of everything, but outside of his window he saw one of the holographic advertisements rising towards the sky and on it was the most beautiful woman he could have fathomed. It was for one of the new androids, an Arasaka Elite Companion Bot, and for one brief second, he felt like maybe he could find something to take away the shadow across his soul.

Reginald purchased the premiere package, including all the bells and whistles, but what interested him most was the thought that the artificial intelligence would be seeking to understand him. Would be formulating its neural network around who and what he was and his expectations and needs. Today she had been delivered and he stood with the remote in front of the offline persona, wondering for a moment what he would name her and then finally it came to him. He pressed the button, holding it down ten seconds till the light turned from red to green, and he spoke her name into the air.

"Saphira?"

 

[Bunny]

There was nothing. No thoughts, no feelings. Just an endless void where a little flame flickered. Far from sentient time did not pass for that little flame like it would a human mind. It simply waited in the darkness. Neither longing or expectant; it just was.

The world of artificial intelligence was rapidly evolving and models had been around for a long time. However, the Arasaka Elite Companion Bot was top of the line. Best money could buy and they had been a long time in the making. While some looked at ARCB as nothing more than a way for perverse humans to get off, they were more than just for sex. They could be used to replicate a child that would learn and grow to those who couldn't conceive. As a caregiver to the elderly or simply a companion to those who struggled in making connections. Programmed to learn and adapt, they were by far the most life-like models on the market. You could deign them if you chose, every detail made perfect for the discerning customer. Some were designed for customers based on a personality assessment.

Each bot was carefully crafted by the finest artisans, no detail left untouched. The market for them catered to a very certain clientele, ones who had more money than they knew what to do with. With such funds available, they were able to provide the very best. It ranged from the life-like skin that covered each model to other... eccentric changes clients could request. It was not unknown for them to add tails or ears to a bot. The more common changes though applied to other aspects of the physique. Such attention to detail is why most people just thought ARCB were just sex bots. Nothing more.

That was not why Saphira had been created. A companion for someone who needed that comfort.

Lashes slowly lifted, eyes slowly focusing as her neural network began functioning. For a moment, she looked more like a doll than anything else. Not breathing, just watching him through almost vacant eyes before life filled them and she took her first breath. Her chest rose and fell, as air filled her lungs. Far from needed it made humans feel more at home. Lashes lowered, thick and dark against her pale cheeks before opening again. Her head cocked to the side a shy smile curled on her lips. His name had already been programmed into her. "Hello Reggie." The cadence of her voice was soft and sweet, hanging in the air between them.

Her eyes were the softest green, they complimented the purple of her hair, which wasn't nearly as natural. Those shoulder length locks were almost indigo at the top, fading into a brighter purple with strips of mint green underneath. In comparison to him, she was tiny, a wisp of a female. Smiling, the stud of her lip piercing flashed in the lights. It drew the attention to the delicate golden lines that came down from just below her lower lash line. Even with such mods no one would assume she was anything but human, for such alterations were normal.

Dressed in a leather body suit that molded to every curve of her body she stepped towards him, a hand brushing her hair behind her ear. Even with the heels built into the outfit she barely reached his chin. Her jacket, a brighter pink, framing the small amount of cleavage. The creamy mounds put on display they best that they could be. Turning she faced him, her smile growing. "Have you been waiting long?"

She had been programmed to start with some base knowledge and to act as if they had known each other for a while. It would take time for her to truly learn, for things to run smoother than silk.

 

[Father Figure]

A slow shuddering exhale left his throat.

Reggie had just turned her on, but already he knew it was far more akin to the artificial intelligence having woken up. The young man stood there with the remote limply in one hand, spending the next few seconds in awe as he tried to rationalize what was happening and reconcile it with the emotions he was having. This should have been like turning on an appliance, as if she meant nothing and was nothing other than a toy for Reginald to use, but that thought flew out of his mind immediately as she began to interact with him. On a subconscious level he already knew that this was a living being, even if she was a programmed one, and his brow furrowed as he recognized the truth of it. He had not been sure how he was going to interact with her from the beginning, but now he was flummoxed as to what he was supposed to do.

Physically he responded as well, attraction a natural response when confronted with your dream girl. He could get lost in her eyes. It had not been much of a choice really when it came to the outward appearance of the android. When being asked questions as to his preferences he had started simply with remembering Emma, how she had looked, and some of those affectations were certainly there. The slender petite build, the little lip piecing she had gotten in rebellion against her parents, but from there things had gone in a different direction. Her eye color had been something of an impulse, her purple hair a surprising allure, and it took what would have been a simple doppelganger of a woman no longer interested in him and made her something completely different. He took her in, his eyes widening as he noted the feminine curves and the truth of her. The reality of new life.

It…she…was Saphira.

His voice was almost hesitant, breathless as he whispered in return a simple. "Hello."

What the living hell was he supposed to do now? He had entertained thoughts of this moment before she arrived, of course he had, he was as red-blooded male as any and there had been numerous fantasies. Dreamy little twisted morsels of ideas he had seen on websites, imagining the possibilities with a completely pliable and willing woman. Yet he stowed those in face of this moment, this truth, and that it was simply he wanted to be loved. That was why he had purchased her, as if you could buy love as simply as slotting your credit card, and now faced with the prospect he wondered just the tiniest bit how a person could teach love. For someone who had always felt unloved, bereft, and outcast…it seemed a task he was unprepared for. Thank God, they had programmed her for it, right?

The moment was saved for him, as if he needed saving from a creation designed exclusively for him, as a hovercar whizzed by the apartment and the windows tinkled with the vibration. A chime that broke the silence. That let him take a second to get his bearings, pulling his shit together, and he gave a lopsided grin. Self-deprecating really. As far as first impressions went, this might not have been the best, but did it matter if she really was his perfect companion?

"No, no…I haven't been waiting long. I…," he had almost said he wanted to show her around, but she already had those details downloaded into her network. Nor could he offer her a drink or anything. His head tilted and that rueful smile returned.

"I, I think I'd like to give you a hug and a kiss hello…and welcome you home."

 

[Bunny]

Hello.

Her smile grew a fraction, a dimple flashing. She had been crafted for him yet that didn't mean she loved him. They could have instilled that in her of course, but over the process they had determined that having her just love him wouldn't provide what he really needed, what he wanted from her. Her affection was there, but it ended there. The smile made her pause, her head tilting to the side, her purple hair saying as it tumbled over her shoulder. Her mind processed it, but it wasn't known to her, not really. She wasn't just AI. His way of thinking she was a living, breathing creature more akin to what Saphira really was. The smile he had given her she realized made her heart ache for him.

"I am glad," her smile was softer now and when he expressed wanting to hug her, kiss her she blushed, a pretty flush of pink along her cheeks. "I'd like that, but.." reaching out she booped his nose softly and wrinkled her nose playfully. "Only if you give me a real smile." Her hand fell away and she leaned into him some, her hands slipping behind her back. "Please, Reggie." Looking down for a moment she toyed with her lip ting with her tongue, the little stud wiggling. "The way you smiled at me before... It made me sad." The truth, nothing more and nothing less. "For me?"

Stepping in closer she let their clothing brush. She really did just want to see a real smile from him. No more sad smiles, though, there was an appeal to the way his lips had twisted to the side. It had just seemed sad. "Maybe then you can show me around? I.. I do know the layout of course, but... it isn't really the same as being shown it, is it?" She gave another shy smile.

 

[Father Figure]

Her aura was palpable.

What could you say in response to someone that had been created to be the perfect woman for you and you alone? The markers of that fact stood out immediately in their very first few moments of interaction. The dainty little smile that she made, the way she reached out and touched his nose with a little tease, and how she closed the distance between them without ever seeming as if she had taken a step. It was beautiful executed, a disarming social gesture and physical contact that showed affection all in one combined maneuver. Absolutely stunning. Perhaps later the young man would think about it, would consider the algorithm that had gone through the potential variations of how to approach the problem at hand. For now, though, he was touched, and it warmed his heart to feel as if someone actually cared about him. Regardless of whether it might be false or not.

A hand came up to touch her lovely face. The fingertips moved along the edge of one of her metallic implants, caressing over the port on her temple, before touching her multicolored hair. It was mildly worshipful the way he considered her, gazing with adoration, as his fingertips came back to slip along her jawline to her chin. It was there that he tilted her head up, giving her a small smile. A smile that was all for her and her alone. He leaned down and brushed his lips with slow thoughtful attentiveness on her own, exploring and showing a rare consideration in the doing so. It was going to be Saphira's first kiss, how could he not try to make it memorable for her? His eyes closed as his mouth opened just slightly, a soft sound of pleasure coming from him before he broke their touch and spoke.

"Is that better," he questioned breathlessly.

His eyes searched hers before lowering a hand to take one of her tiny ones, a small squeeze accompanying it, before beginning to show her around his…no, their home….

 

[Bunny]

A hand cupped her cheek and for a moment she leaned into the touch, her lashes falling down as she savored the tenderness of the gesture. The fingers traced to the implants and her lashes slowly rose. He slowly explored her face with a sense of almost awe that was endearing. Those digits brushed against her bright colored locks and she smiled softly. Looking down, her cheeks blushing faintly. While he might program the algorithm that dictated her actions, she didn't consciously know of the multitude of the computations that fired each second to make her... well her. Fingers slipped along her jaw, slowly tilting her face back to him.

That color was even more pronounced as her cheeks flushed. His smile tugged an echoing one onto her lips. A shy curl of lips as she gazed up at him. His smile was for her. She knew it. She had requested a smile and he provided her with her wish. Her eyes filled with emotion and a hand rose to rest on his chest, fingers curling against his shirt just above his heart. While no words were spoken by her, it was clear she was thankful for the effort he gave her. As Reggie leaned into her her lashes closed.

The first brush of his lips met stiffer lips that slowly softened against his own. Raising some, Saphira kissed him back. It was a sweet almost chaste kiss. It warmed her through and as he pulled back, a sigh left her own lips and her lashes slowly rose and she gave him another soft, shy smile. The softness of her hand still rested on his chest, and his question made her smile grow and she nodded slightly. "Yes." There was joy in that single word. "Very much."

A hand reached for her free one and she laced her fingers with his. On some level Saphira knew that she wasn't human, that she had been created. But that knowledge was falling to the wayside as the programming took hold. Part of their appeal was they were far more human than any other model before them. The hand that had been on his chest fell away and she allowed him to led her into their house. Her fingertips brushing the surfaces, trailing behind her as she pressed in closer to him.

It seemed she craved to be close to him.

 

[Father Figure]

What did he not have?

Not that he expected to impress her with the numerous items and acquisitions in the apartment, especially because she was one of those new acquisitions. The finest in wireless communications, encrypted by the best cybersecurity company in the city allowed her instant access to the net at lightning-fast speeds. Fashionable attire he had aplenty, but what might have been endearing was how much he had already purchased for her that rested in a walk-in closet. He had already known her measurements, so why would he not have acquired a wardrobe for her? Well appointed kitchen, impressive bathroom arrangements, and more. The list went on countlessly and yet he did not seem to take much pleasure from anything that he happened to have as he showed her around. Nothing sparked warmth or passion from him until he showed her his game room.

There was also ample proof as to why he might have been a bit of an outcast. The apartment also came decorated with early 20th​ century memorabilia. Items and autographs that people would have scoffed at but that this young man found fascinating. Reggie, it seemed, happened to be a bit of a nerd. Inside the room adoring the walls could be found all manner of ancient trivia, while the bookshelves were actually lined with real novels. Musky and smelling of old paper. There was even a section dedicated to board games, card games, and roleplaying games. At one time it might have been considered impressive, but in the modern 21st​ century social gatherings of this ilk had become passe and resigned to an elite few. Now people preferred to chip in, and zombie out as opposed to interacting with the past or each other.

"Look here, at this Star Trek collection, I was very pleased to get some cast pictures signed which is really amazing – but what you have to be surprised by, if you think about it, is all the niche ones that I have acquired," he said with a smile while pointing at one wall dedicated to that old television show. His voice continued as if relishing the subject. "Here I have Mr. Hom, from the Next Generation. And down there you can see Jeffrey Combs as Weyoun – though of course he had numerous roles throughout the series. Recently I just picked up Alice Krige, the original Borg Queen. You cannot imagine how exciting that was for me to find."

It was nice to be close to someone.

That was what eased the mind of the young man, made him open to her. He did not have to feel like he wanted to impress her, why would he? He certainly was treating her like she was a living being, but there was an unconscious certainty that he could do nothing wrong in her presence. As he grew accustomed to her actual presence his arm wrapped around her waist so he could hug her close. Every so often squeezing. There was a brief hesitation as he tried to decide if he wanted to do more, small body language and pheromones hinting at his arousal. Yet, he set it aside to make her feel at home. That was the important thing…right?

He gave a soft sigh as he finished talking, almost self-deprecating as he gestured around the room. "Weird right?"

 

[Bunny]

Following him through his home, her new home, she watched as he showed her around and she felt that ache in her chest as nothing seemed to lift his spirits. Nothing seemed to warm his heart. That all changed when he showed her his game room. He lit up then and Saphira smiled. It was here that she was attentive in truth, her hand finding his as he led her through the room. Her free hand reached out and she brushed the covers of the books neatly lined up, inhaling their scent. It was unusual that scent and it tickled her nose as she stepped back into him, as if seeking his warmth. Here Reggie seemed to come alive, as if he'd been more of a shell before entering this room and it filled her with awe. Each treasured item was shown to her and she smiled, though this wasn't the self indulgent smile that he'd have gotten from others. No, Saphira lit up with him.

Gently she pulled them closer, her fingers hovering over the signatures. While she knew all about the series, she'd been programmed to after all, she found her joy in the way he responded to the wall. Her fingers fell and she turned to him, her smile bright. "I think I tend to favor those like Nira and Worf from the series. Though, the Borg Queen..." her voice trailed off "I liked her a lot. I even enjoy her in Lower Decks." Turning to face him she smiled softly, "Where did you find it?" Her head tilted to one side, her dark hair falling to hide one of her eyes. His question that came at the same time as her own had her smile faltering.

"Weird?" Shaking her head she tucked her hair behind an ear, baring her face to him. "Why would it be weird?" She turned to look at the room that had made him light up. "It makes you happy Reggie..." her voice trailed off as she faced him again. "Judging you for that would be fucked up. This is history, a history you clearly love." She knew it wasn't like what most would consider history, but it had been important to so many and was important to him. "So what if others don't quite get it. Their loss." Her voice was firm as she curled closer to him. She could scent his arousal, but she pushed it aside. It was far the least important thing to her at the moment. Biting her lower lip she glanced up at him before asking, "Could we maybe start watching them together at night?"

An idea had formed in her mind. Both of them dressed comfortably, laying on a plush couch as they watched the shows. Her head in his lap, his hand in her hair as they enjoyed the shows. For a moment she pondered if she'd have liked them even if she hadn't been programmed to and her answer came easily. Likely, yes, but even if not, for him? She'd have watched them, enjoyed them for what she could. Anything to see that smile she'd earned before. Curling closer she smiled as she wrapped his arms around her waist. "And you will have to teach me to play the games!"

 

[Father Figure]

Of course, she would know.

At first, he felt a measure of consternation and even embarrassment at his actions. Here he was telling a computer that had been programmed to be his perfect girl about the hobbies he personally had. She would know everything; the designers would have ensured that, and it was not as if she did not have access to the net with her digital systems and state of the art wireless communications. Anything he said could be looked up, classified, filed away, and compared to previous material before he was even done informing her about the topic. Then he remembered what she had said earlier about the apartment, not to mention what she had said about himself, and he gave it a long considering rumination as he tried to figure a few things out himself.

As he thought his hands pulled her close into the embrace, his head tilting down and away from her gaze as he lowered his head next to hers. Just as she could interpret the telltale indicators of his arousal, he was recognizing how very human she happened to be. There was a difference between knowledge and experience, something intuitive to the concepts of life. A person could look up skydiving, could watch a video about skiing, or could imagine doing a simsense drug…but there was nothing at all comparable to the actual experience itself. Saphira was like a tourist finally being given a vacation…no, that was not quite correct. Saphira was more akin to a prisoner who was finally free and could enjoy the life they had never had. He could show her so much, what other experiences could they have together.

His head turned, inhaling her scent as well.

She deserved a response, like he would respond to anyone. "It was in an estate sale, someone found it in a family storage unit and threw it up. What I would have given to have met her, to get that autograph in person would be amazing…," he smiled, she could feel that against her throat as he nuzzled her. "A Deep Space Nine fan, huh? I cannot fault you; the Dominion War was amazing…and I promise to show you ever episode, I really will…and as for the games," he sighed and spoke again.

"All of them are yours now. Of course, I will show you. Whatever you want."

He straightened just slightly to look down into her face, catching his lip just slightly before raising a teasing eyebrow down at her. This was a new horizon for both. She might have all the knowledge of humankind when it came to lovemaking, but she was practically a virgin. His face searched hers as his hand on her hip slid round to cup her perfect tight derriere, something possessive in his grip, a hint that the gentleman she was with had predilections in certain areas. Yet, even with that, his eyes were soft and loving as he whispered.

"Would you…would you join me in taking a shower together?"

 

[Bunny]

She felt him inhale her scent, something made just for him. Both comforting and something he found attractive. She nuzzled into him and smiled as he began to explain where he'd found the autograph. That curve of her lips softened slightly and she nodded slightly. "I can imagine, I am sorry you couldn't." There was no judgment, just that sweetness that he couldn't get something he desired. It would have been amazing for anyone to meet someone that they so desired to, the fact that some of his were no loner among the living was a true shame to her. Curling into his embrace, her softer, smaller form pressed against his, finding comfort in his warmth. She found delight in the harder planes of his body as she nuzzled her cheek against his shoulder, the action almost kitten-like with its affection.

She felt him breathe in her scent again and she smiled softly. Her nose brushed against his neck as she turned into him further. While he struggled with her humanity, her innocence that clung to her she simply reveled in the tender affection he showed her, in the way he reacted to her. It was all new to her, this was her first real day of freedom. True she had been made for him, to be his companion, but it wasn't exact. Programming aside, she had a will of her own. It was set into place to avoid people who just wanted to harm them. Not like a sadist, that was within reasonable limits for them... but true harm. They were all but alive and physical torture, mental anguish.. That had been fought against, prohibited and safeguards were put into place for the fledgling life that was so easily sold.

"I would really like that." Her words whispered against his neck and she pulled back slightly to look up into his face. Those green gold eyes searched his face, as if seeing if he'd really enjoy it with her and when she saw the truth of his words her face blossomed into a bright smile. "Could we start tonight?" There was a shyness there in her voice, a sweetness that spoke of her true eagerness to experience it with him first hand. When he added in the games she gave a happy little squeak of joy. Before them, their lives, was a life that Saphira was looking forward to.

Reggie straightened and looked down at her, a brow quirked. His face was as searching as her own had been before his hand slid to her rear. She felt his fingers cup the softness of her ass and her breath was airy as she looked up at him, the smile fading slightly. Now blush filled her cheeks and she lowered her lashes, considering his request. The idea excited her and she looked back up at him from underneath her lashes. "Yes." If there had been any fear about her reaction to start, it would hopefully abate with the way she gazed up at him now. Shy, but excited, nay eagerly aroused at the offer. The soft lust filled response that encompassed a single word.

 

[Father Figure]

His heart skipped a beat.

There was something tantalizing in the exquisite feeling of being known and yet unknown, something he would never have experienced with anyone other than Saphira. Just like the other aspects of his personality, his dreams and nightmares that he had shared in intimate detail, Saphira would also know the extensive darker side of his personality. Reggie had wondered about that when undergoing the psychoanalysis necessary to create her, understanding and giving permission (not that megacorps required such a thing) for the company to access his financial and social media activities to catalogue to create a personality profile concerning him. Yet, also like those other aspects of who he was, there was a decided difference between didactic learning and experiential learning. His eyes searched hers though, still a small measure of uncertainty in himself, yet all he saw in her beautiful eyes was appreciation and a welcoming of his desires. What more could a man want than to be accepted for who he was?

His hands tightened on her, not cruelly but possessively, and this time the kiss was not one which revealed shyness. Part of him wondering if he could even hurt her? The synthetic material of her skin had felt as real as human flesh, but beneath it all was polymers and high tensile strength carbon fibers. Saphira was state of the art, technology that the world was just now getting used to have in it, a new life that had been sold into his care. It was not a matter of capacity to harm her physically, but a matter of whether he would even want to do so. His hand curled a little further down so that his fingertips gripped up between the tiny alcove of her thighs, curving her under bottom as he lifted her up against him. She was lighter than he expected, components made of composite lightweight materials, and he smiled with a bit of joy that he was able to pick her up and walk with her towards the shower. Along the way there was no shortage of his lips upon her.

God help him, he would do anything for her already.

The bathroom was a well-appointed affair, like many aspects of most importantly a shower second to none. It was fully enclosed, floor to ceiling translucent glass. Within was essentially a combination hot tub, jacuzzi, and shower. Seating could be found for more than one person, the bath filled, and the jets run. Uniquely though each wall had a row of jets arching upwards, able to be turned on and off at will by the touch screen control panel within. Above a ring of lights, wireless speakers, and multiple showerheads. It could be primed to replicate numerous environments – from a rainstorm on a tropical island to a thunderstorm out at sea. When they came into the bathroom Reggie's smart home automatically began the water system, the sound of a gentle summer rain beginning to fill the room as the lights dimmed.

There in the darkness Reginald sat her back to the ground, a slow happy feeling of exultation washing over him, and he caught her eyes as he whispered to her.

"Undress me…undress me and kneel…"

 

[Bunny]

Consent was intrinsically given, yet that consent could be taken away if the android's feelings and desires changed. It wasn't common, for they were handcrafted for their owners, but it could happen. It was part of the rights that activists had demanded for the artificial life that was being made. Arguments that no one really knew what they were making, how they would change and evolve were often made. That humans were playing god in engineering life. Saphira was a prime example of that. A life made for Reggie. For his desires and whims, but not a mindless sex bot... she was carefully crafted to develop further from the base parameters no matter how detailed. To become her own person in a sense.

His eyes searched hers and Saphira could only smile up at him shyly. Knowing and learning were different and without feeling things first hand, she was like a babe in the woods. A general theory was given, a rough idea of what to expect, but it didn't truly prepare her. Not for as his hand tightened on her rear and she felt her heartbeat speed up in response. Tipping her face upwards she met his kiss, there was a lingering shyness as she kissed him back. Something born of innocence. Gasping into the kiss, her arms twined around his neck as he pulled her up and into him. Feet dangling she lowered her head, nipping at his jaw softly, her nose nuzzling into his neck, affectionate and still shy despite the boldness of that little nip.

The lights dimmed as he carried her into the bathroom, her fingers toying with his hair at the nape of his neck as the sound of a soft summer rain filled the room. Reggie released her and almost reluctantly she let her feet touch the floor. His command made her cheeks flush, but there was not shame, or fear, only excitement. Her hands moved from around his neck, trailing down over his shoulders and down his chest, fingers slipping over the gray shirt he wore. Fingers curled in the edge of his shirt and she smiled up at him, slowly lifting his shirt. Up and up she lifted, leaning in to press a kiss to his chest as she revealed it, rising on her tiptoes and leaning into him to pull the shirt up and off his head. Saphira felt flirty, bolder as she slowly undressed Reggie and it showed as she stole a kiss, her nails scraping down to his pants. While her fingers toyed with the button holding his pants up, she knelt before him.

Shoes first. Fingers made short work of the laces and his shoes and socks were set off to the side before she pressed a kiss just above his pants, eyes on him as she toyed with that button once more, watching him curiously as she popped it free and her fingers moved to the zipper. Tugging it down she lowered her eyes as she tugged at the pants that hugged his hips still slightly, until they slipped down. When he stepped out of them she nudged them to the side too, into the small pile of clothing that was building. Rising she pressed another kiss to his stomach. Toying with his underwear she took her time stripping it from him. Slowly down over his hips, down strong thighs and down his legs as she gazed up at him, resting on her heels as she gazed up at him, her cheeks burning even with all her teasing and boldness.

 

[Father Figure]

Being undressed was exquisite.

There was no other word for the feeling, something everyone experienced in a variety of ways, but for Reggie it felt like he was a victor returning home from war. Akin to a triumphant sensation that only a gladiator might experience. He would have laughed at the thought, the self-deprecating humor once more reminding him that he was by no means whatsoever a fight, but the sensation of her lips on his stomach caused a fluttering which drew away any further hint of humor and replaced it with nothing but adoring lust. He gave a slow shuddering sigh of approval, the sound of the shower reaching his ears as Saphira began to tug his underwear down his legs and freed him to the warm air of the room. Reggie's gaze turned downwards once more, seeing her kneeling before him, and meeting her bold brave gaze with one of his own. When had he last been touched by a woman? It felt so long ago, a faded memory, and the sense of loss was wiped from his thoughts as their eyes met. His beautiful Saphira, what a woman…and so much more awaited them this night.

The sight of her caused him to catch his lower lip, chewing on it thoughtfully, because the moment was emphasized by the rising erection that hung heavily near her beautiful features. His hand came out, touching her hair, a small pleasurable feeling of indulgence entering his mind. Turning limbs languid even as his hardening flesh was not. His fingers traced through her hair, giving a small experimental and teasing tug as he raised his eyebrows at her. He gave the smallest of stretches as he struggled with his urge, a domineering need flickering from within. With her before him he felt the lack of confidence dissipate. No longer was he some nerd who was begging for attention, some lonely man hoping to be noticed one more by the one he loved. Now, now he was needed and wanted. It swept away all lingering doubt and his hand paused in her hair to tangle there. Not tugging, not hurting even, but gripping nonetheless.

"Do you want more; do you want to explore with me…all the things I dream of?"

Reginald was a bit surprising once undressed, a sturdier frame than expected, and his feet adjusted his stance as he glanced upwards towards the nearby mirror. It gave a resplendent reflection of Saphira's features as she knelt before his nude form, the sight of his cock growing full before her gaze. Already precum bubbled at the tip, a shiny reflection all its own, caught glistening in the light. Reggie's breath turned from sigh to hiss, his eyes closing as he struggled to contain himself. For he knew what he craved, what he wanted, and his muscles twitched with he desire to take. In the bedroom Reggie's solicitous nature disappeared. He had always had a drive that turned him from kindly to far more aggressive, but for Saphira's sake he tried to contain himself. His eyes opened once more as the hand in her hair released, sliding along her jaw to cup her face and he whispered.

"Taste me."

 

[Bunny]

The way Reggie responded to her touch was enticing she found. The shuddering sigh that had left his lips, the way his heated eyes found hers and held them. She need not ask if she pleased him, it was obvious. She waited on her knees as he looked down at her, his lower lip caught in his teeth, worried as he considered something. Rather than rush him, Saphira smiled up at him, still shy, but a sweet happiness on her features. When his hand fell to her hair, she leaned into the touch, much like a kitten might and she made her own sound of pleasure at the caress. Leaning into him the way she did, she pressed her body ever so slightly closer to his and her eyes fell closed. It wasn't until the yank of her purple locks that her eyes opened and her mouth parted with a startled gasp. That sound though was not one entirely of pain. Something else had lingered in it, something almost wicked. Turning her head some, at the look on his face she scraped her teeth down the fleshy part of his thumb, a playful, gentle nip.

His hand sifted, curling into her hair. No pain, but a possessiveness that made her heart race some. The question, nay the choice he offered her was sinful and she blushed, a bright pink at what he suggested. Her eyes slipped from his, to the hardened cock before her. He was so hard, it was an amazement to the innocent before him that it didn't hurt. The hand in her hair slipped from her locks and along her jaw, her eyes turned back up at him as he cradled her face gently. her face turned into his hand and she placed a kiss against his palm before shifting on her knees.

Rising some Saphira blushed still as the wet pinkness of her tongue flickered out against the heated skin. While she was innocent, sweet even, there was a wickedness to her. Gazing up at him, she ran the width of her tongue up along his shaft now, her eyes still on him. While this was her first taste of anything sexual, some of her programming couldn't be helped. She knew in theory what to do, even if it was her first time. Curious she turned her focus from him to his cock, though, for some reason, the beauty before him only seemed intent on the tip. Licking at the bead, her tongue flattening against that tip before her mouth slid over him. Sucking gently she moaned, the vibration playing down his shaft as she pulled back, the tip of him slipping free with a pop. Her eyes rose to his again and she licked at the underside of his mushroom tip, flicking her tongue against it.

 

[Father Figure]

He whimpered.

That was the only way to describe the sound that left Reggie's throat in the moment a whimpering need that would thrill any listener. A whimper torn from within, of yearning and desire, and needs that had not been met. He tried to keep his eyes open as he watched Saphira run her tongue along his thick shaft, tried to gaze down into her perfect visage as she explored the length of his flesh, but as her tongue took him inside of her mouth, he felt his eyes roll back unbidden. The hand in her hair tightened, though he still maintained a measure of self that prevented him from trying to take more. As she licked to enjoy the results of arousal, she had elicited Reggie's hand relaxed so that he could caress her hair, a slow subtle motion more akin to petting, and he smoothed it back so he could look down to finally meet her eyes again. What could be seen within his? Appreciation? Adoration? Hungry want for her? Those emotions could all be found within his brooding eyes. Eyes which belonged to her.

A slow appreciative sigh left his throat and the hand in her hair moved to touch her face, mildly hinting that she should stand. She might have felt it, the brief flex of his shaft, and the realization that he was remarkably close to orgasming no matter how much he would wish to prolong anything that they engaged in. No, he did not want that to be the defining characteristic of their first time together. Instead, Reggie smiled gently, lovingly, and he leaned down to kiss her forehead before helping her rise to her feet. His eyes searched hers, longingly, thoughtfully, and then it was her turn.

He began to undress her.

It was luxurious how attentive he could be, how when he put his mind to it Reginald seemed to switch from wanting to take to wanting to give. His hands guided her, small little motions as he removed her clothing from her slender body. Every so often he would brush his lips across her skin, surprised at the feeling of her so near. The tender motions of a lover. It was practically worshipful how he unveiled her, knowing exactly what she would look like and still being astonished at the beauty of her. A slow small exhale of his throat as he straightened to tower over her and he looked down to admire every subtle curve, hugging her to him with quiet consideration before murmuring.

"In you go," he said with a playful smirk.

 

[Bunny]

That sound that had come from Reggie had been, in a word, delightful.

It mattered not what had maybe led to the ease in which she had pulled it from him.. She had made him whimper. From the feeling of her mouth, the flicker of her tongue. It made Saphira feel... sexy and in a way, powerful. Not in the sense that one might think, she didn't have a dominant program in her. The power was feminine, pleasing and wholly hers. The way that he reacted to her made her want to purr in pleasure as his head fell backwards, ecstasy etched across his features. The hand in her hair curled tighter and while a small flash of pain ate along her scalp, it was clear that he was trying to not hurt her, not really. The pet however did earn him a throaty sound of delight as his fingers slipped over her hair and she beamed up at him. There was an innocence to her, even with the acts that had come moments before. Leaning into his hand, she smiled up at him, licking her lips free from any lingering seed.

The way he looked at her was much like the sound he made... It made her feel precious. Feel like this. Feel like she belonged.

His hand slipped to her face and she shifted at gentle command, though not before pressing her lips into his palm. The warning signs had been felt, but their reason had been unknown to the lovely woman before him. She had no close how she had brought him, though that knowledge would have only served to please her... To know she brought him such pleasure. She was more than a sex doll, but that intimacy that need, had not been left out of her programing. Saphira had been created to be his perfect match.. in some ways, not even he might know how she would fulfill him. She surely didn't know herself. In this moment, she was simply happy.

Lashes lowered as his lips pressed to her brow and a smile curled along her lips. Reggie helped her rise and she blushed up at him, shy and she bit her lower lip. her eyes held his as he searched her gaze. It was easy for him to see the adoration there, mingled with that shy sweetness that he had seemed to crave, need. His hands moved to her clothing, slowly peeling it from her body. Saphira was a tiny thing, but she had been crafted solely to please him. From the handful that were her breasts, to the slender intake of her wait before her hops flared into the heart shaped rear.

She shifted with him as he undressed her and she smiled each time his lips pressed to her skin. Her face turned to watch him as she could. Her lips brushed his cheek, his shoulder, his hair, any part of him that got too close. She returned the simple, sweet affections. her arms wrapped around his waist as he hugged her to him and she pressed her cheek to his chest, eyes closing for a moment as they embraced. Pulling away she glanced up at him with a smile.

Crossing the distance between where they stood and the shower took no time at all and as she stepped into the water, she felt it run down along her body. Rivulets of water clung to her curves as she turned to him, her hair slowly darkening to a midnight violet and emerald green. A hand was held to him and she shifted, her thighs brushing together. "Now you."

 

[Father Figure]

What more could he ask for?

To say that his eyes had been all hers would have been an understatement as she crossed the bathroom and stepped inside of the shower. It was as if he were hypnotized, mesmerized by the curves of her lithe form. When the water splashed upon her skin, tracing down like tender rivers along her silken flesh, the young man had practically gasped. Never had he imagined seeing something so beautiful, no…that was wrong. Someone so beautiful. Why had it taken him so long to realize that this was what he should have sought in life, a woman such as Saphira? Of course, it would have been impossible, to find someone that was perfect in every way for you and you alone, but the dreamy feelings that she elicited within him had him feeling like he was drugged. A patented euphoria that overcame the physical arousal that was burning so rigidly after their initial foreplay. It was a strange euphoria in that it brought clarity, not confusion, and he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would never need to seek another.

He steadied himself, and it was not physical. No, it was the emotional turmoil that roiled over him that was what he required protection from. There was a vulnerability in opening to another, an opening of self that Reggie had been struggling with since Saphira first arrived on his doorstep. He had been nervous to be sure, in his taking her around his apartment and showing her parts of who he was. Revealing himself slowly, stripping bare his soul. He had not recognized at first that this was what was happening, and instead he had taken refuge in the sensual to keep himself from doing more than he'd intended. So many would state that the sexual was more intimate, but not to a man such as Reggie. No, the revelation of who he was as a person was the far more dangerous course. A man who had built walls was often afraid of what they would find when they lowered those barriers.

His arms wrapped around her and pulled her close.

There in the warm water he closed his eyes and lowered his head down, not kissing her or touching her even though the arousal was still evident. No, that is not what Reggie sought in the moment. What he sought was the familiar feeling of arms wrapped around him. The certainty that someone loved him. It was a silly thought to even imagine such a thing in the moment, to demand of the android an emotion that he would never have expected from a woman after such a short time. If he would not have asked it out of a lady that he was dating, then why would he think she should provide it? Yet, his heart swelled with want for that affection and he felt himself tremble regardless of the warmth of the water pouring down. His voice was soft as he whispered.

"Thank you. I know…I know I purchased you; I know I helped program you, but…I don't know. It feels like I've been chosen somehow…so. Thank you. Thank you for choosing me."

 

[Bunny]

Drops of water fell from her lashes as she watched him with heavy lidded eyes. On some level, she was aware of what she was. How she was different from the man staring at her as if she was the last woman on the planet. That wouldn't provide him with the experience he so desired and so she had been created to think more like a human. So the way he looked at her made her mouth go dry and made her artificial heart race. Her stomach tightened slightly as a nervous flutter rose. Each step brought him closer and she backed up a single step to draw him further into the water, before his arms circled her waist, pulling her closer. Her arms slid around his shoulders and she closed the distance between them. Naturally she could still feel his arousal but this embrace wasn't sexual as they held one another, the water falling along their bodies.

"Thank you. I know…I know I purchased you; I know I helped program you, but…I don't know. It feels like I've been chosen somehow…so. Thank you. Thank you for choosing me."

The words made her stir and she looked up at him. "Reggie.." His name was a soft sigh as she shook her wet head. "You made me who I am.. But I could decide to leave." The blunt truth laid bare before him. Then she smiled and kissed his jaw, a feather light touch of her lips. "But I don't want to leave. I want to be here. Not because I was programmed to..." She knew she could turn and walk out of the shower and his home without looking back. There was no restriction built in to keep her there. That choice was still hers... demanded by those who didn't want to see her... her kind... enslaved. Yet, the way he touched her, the way he looked at her.. it made her heart swell and made her feel nervous and happy all at the same time.

"Maybe, from now on.. we can pretend you didn't make me. Buy me. That we met at a convention and started dating and today.. today I moved in?" It would make everything easier for him and it would stop him thinking of her as nothing more than a machine. Not that he was, she chided herself. But she wanted to belong to him, with him as much as he wanted her to. A small fantasy for them to build a relationship, a life on. Gently stroking his back she tilted her face towards his, her smile was shy, unsure. "What do you think?"

 

[Father Figure]

The thought was tantalizing.

That had been a dream of his when he had first really begun to go to conventions, but the truth was that no matter who the interested beauty was he had to be aware of the danger involved in a liaison. He might have been an outcast among the aristocracy of Night City, but he was still someone sought after if for nothing else than his money and his connections. Numerous individuals would have liked to get their hooks into Reggie, trying to convince him to work for whatever competitor needed an advantage against his father. Worse, it did not even take a person to need a corporate motive. He'd been buttered up numerous times, had ladies fawning over him, all as part of a plot to potentially kidnap and ransom him. Luckily, he had been surrounded by security on a regular basis, everyone being given a background check before they'd said more than a few words to him. It had led to a lonely life, but at least it had been a safe one. The price though, the price was the emotional welfare of one Reginald.

His hands caressed with quiet contemplation, easing in their motions. The young man certainly was given to swings in his mental state, perhaps because he had led such a secluded life. Yet, those emotions had not shown anger or anything harmful. They had merely been derived from a need and sense of want, a wish to be whole and to find someone who cared about him after he had grown certain the world did not. He had accepted that it was a cold world, but heartache had caused him to seek something outside of the confines that he was required to live within. The option of eliminating his self-doubts and living a fantasy where this was more, could be more, was something special to him. Something he could completely get behind.

His voice was soft as he whispered. "I think that sounds swell."

There was a brief voice in the back of his head that hinted at something frightening, something that he did not want to comprehend. The idea that she could leave, the idea that she could choose to do so. It had never really entered his mind that it was even a possibility. It terrified him, for he certainly was seeking surety and acceptance…could he accept the idea that even someone programmed to be in love with him might choose to leave? What kind of failure would he be at that juncture. Yet, he set aside those emotions in the feeling of warmth as she stroked his back, gazing up at him shyly, and he leaned down to kiss her nose. A tender affection of a man who wanted nothing more than to have her near.

His voice was soft…" All right, so…what should we have for dinner?"

 

[Bunny]

His hands stroked along her skin almost absentmindedly as he thought about her suggestion. She knew of course what she was, how she'd come to be.. She wasn't ashamed of how she'd been 'born' or for whom. She did however not want it to color who she was either. She could no less change the stars in the skies or the spots on a leopard. They were things that just... were. Just as she was sure he was more than willing to forget that his perfect companion had been engineered for him. To have that loom over him.. them. Waiting silently she continued to stroke his back, her eyes on him. She didn't press the issue and allowed him to work through it without the pressure that she could have pressed upon him. Saphira was happy to be held in his arms, feeling his hands as they trailed along her body. Reggie made her feel alive.

Her smile was bright as he agreed and she leaned up to nip affectionately at his jaw, her teeth scraping along his skin. The fears that warred in him were less known to her, though had she given it a moment of thought, she might have guessed. She could leave, but that would require him to physical harm her or mentally torture her in a way she could no longer handle. It was an escape for the lives that were made and within certain parameters. As an example, she knew she liked a certain amount of pain, it aroused her within the correct setting. But were Reggie someone else, who beat her just for the sake of it, she could leave. It wasn't a fear in her mind like it was his, because she understood innately.

The brush of his lips to her nose made her give a happy little squeak and she wrinkled the feature. "Hmmm. Could.. we go out?" The question was innocent, but she wanted to see him light up in the world. To show him off. A silly and simple desire for them to both dress up nice and have a fun night out on the town for their first night living together. "I'd love some sushi." She bit her lower lip "or.. maybe a steak. I can't decide. What are you in the mood for?" Turning in his arms she found the soap and picked it up before carefully dancing out of his arms. Lathering it in her hands Saphira began to wash him, humming softly as she did.

The feeling of his body slick beneath her hands was comforting. To know that he was as much hers as she was his. She took care, making sure to clean every inch of him, though between places as she moved in and out of his space she placed kisses on his skin or little nips. She couldn't however resist leaning up to kiss him as her hand moved to his cock. He'd started some of this before and while she wasn't planning on it going further, she couldn't help that desire to touch him, to see him react to her touch once more. Her tongue brushed his lower lip, a request for him to open his lips for her as her fingers closed around him, stroking him lazily.

 

[Father Figure]

His arms were strong as they continued their hug, a small motion of his head against her neck as he relaxed into the embrace, and they whispered back and forth to establish their companionship. It was a comforting feeling, being wanted, something that any human being would instinctually need. It was a refuge of intimacy, the soul's balm, and he gave a soft sigh as he accepted the scenario that they laid out. Was there really any falseness to the idea? Reality in their world could be anything with the right chip slotted and the right drug taken. This was no different, and he smiled ruefully as he realized that she was just as much of a fan as he was. Of course, she was, and the idea that they shared so much brought a sense of joy to him that he had not felt in a long time.

Her small nuzzling caused him to lean his head back, a stretching of his shoulders as he arched his neck upwards, and she could feel the muscle of his jaw beneath his skin. His lips moved into a smirk at her request, and he gave a small affirming sound. A small scrunching of his mouth at the mention of sushi, definitely a nonstarter, but a steak could be something he would go for. His mouth opened in a reply, his voice thoughtful. "Eh, I'm kind of a spoiled child when it comes to food. Way to picky. I could go for some Italian though, I do love chicken parmesan or some spaghet…," his words cut off with a gasp.

A tenuous shudder.

And a renewal of passion as the young man gave a small guttural growl in the back of his throat. Reggie had been solicitous of his new companion, adhering and showing nothing but adoring genteel behavior towards her. To hurt her, truly hurt her, was something he would never do. Yet, his profile had revealed a domineering demanding side when sexually aroused. A practical flip of the proverbial switch in his psychology. It was only reasonable that Saphira might have a programmed taste for pain because Reggie was more than willing to inflict it in the right context.

That prick flexed in her hand, lathered with soap, and what had become a semi-hard shaft lengthened to fullness once more. Pulsing with eager anticipation of what might come, thick and heavy with need. His eyes having closed flickered open, flaring with that delighted desire and his head tilted down to raise one eyebrow at her. It was a simple motion, but it communicated everything he needed. A teasing sense of humor, and a willingness to allow her to be playful. One hand found her small derriere, giving a hard squeeze of the flesh, before his mouth opened to ask her what she thought she was doing. That mouth was met by her lips, denying him the query, and his tongue found hers.

 

[Bunny]

The small flicker of distaste at the idea of sushi had made her smile, her lips quirking ever so slightly as she'd continued to list off the options that had appealed to her. Had she taken the time to search her files, she'd have known this, but she hadn't wanted to, she didn't want to be perfect in the false, every action considered on his responses. No, Saphira wanted to live. The options had been things, she was curious, even excited to try. She chuckled and couldn't help but wrinkle her nose playfully. "You? Spoiled?" The words were clearly sweet, teasing as she washed him. "I would love Italian," the words came as his own died off, the gasp had been in one word; delicious. Her eyes were veiled by a thick fringe of lashes as she gazed up at him, his body giving a highly pleasing shudder.

Her chin tilted, her eyes still on him as he looked down at her, one eyebrow rising. She flashed him an almost innocent, curious smile. Of course she knew what she was doing, but she wasn't quite yet to admit it. His hand found her rear and she gave a small gasp of her own as it tightened on her flesh. Biting her lower lip she looked back up at him as he began to speak. Pressing up and against him, her mouth met his. His tongue swept into her mouth and her own, brushed back against his, less sure, almost innocent as her hand stilled, for a moment on his shaft. She could feel the gentle pulse of his body beneath her slick palm. Shifting, she pressed closer to him, her slick body pressing against his further as her fingers slid once more along his shaft.

She pulled back, blush high in her cheeks, her fingers still slowly stroking him. Saphira couldn't help herself, when presented with the option of touching him. It was sexual, but she'd only wanted to see his body react again. Finding that small flex of her 'power' over him and the way he reacted was highly satisfying. She gave him a smile and leaned back in to nip at his jaw. "I would say I was sorry, but.. I am not." Her eyes danced, her hands still stroking him so very slowly. "I like the way you react to me.." Her eyes shifted from his face, falling to the reaction in question. "To feel you harden. So soft.. and hard. The way you twitch.." Her eyes rose to him and her smile grew. "I like the way you growl at me... The way you respond when I do.."

 

[Father Figure]

"Do you?"

The question was completely rhetorical, as his beautiful Saphira very well knew. There was little doubt that Reggie, at least in the sensual side of life, was more than capable of holding his own. It was not through experience, not really, he had only ever truly had a handful of lovers and even then only one that was serious. No, it was because he was a natural at this, this dominating aspect of humanity, a powerful air of machismo that radiated from him when he was turned on. He would never have given himself credit for such a thing, never have truly accepted that he was something any woman would find appealing, but it was undeniable. There was a streak of dangerous controlled power when he was aroused, but where did it come from? The simple truth was that when Reggie was excited he put away the mask of societal genteel, relaxed, and became truly himself. No fears, no worries, just a simple uncomplicated need that wanted to be fulfilled.

That quirky smile remained, even if the throat sound of his voice betrayed the good sense of humor. He moved slightly back so he could look down the length of their nude bodies, admiring the way she gazed up at him but also the wicked way her hands were working him. It made his stomach tighten once more, his body giving another shiver, and he could only imagine that whenever he did reach a climax with his beautiful Saphira that he was going to explode. He returned her perfect smile with another appreciative noise from deep within his throat and found his voice once again. "I think you do enjoy making things difficult, which I think is my own fault don't you agree? Being too kind and amiable? Being far too sweet that I would let you get away with practical murder?"

The hand on her rear tightened a bit more, pulling her back up against him, that thick flesh still in her hands but against her stomach as his gaze locked on hers. He no longer felt nervous, no longer felt afraid, what he felt was kingly. Blessed. It was divine to have a woman gaze up with such doe like eyes, to see her petite face smiling as she teasingly played with him knowing it drove him wild, and he was more than willingly her puppet. Yet power had a way of being taken, transferred, and they stood on the cusp of it. That very moment where he might want to feel her yield into his own desires. Reggie's fingers slid further from behind, along the crevice of her rear to teasingly nudge at the crook of her thighs. His voice soft as he whispered softly.

"And do I get the same response, angel?"

 

[Bunny]

The question earned him a simple nod in response, though none was needed. She’d told him as much, her smile sultry as she gazed up at him. It wasn’t in Saphira’s coding to be dominant, but to tease him? Oh that was there in spades. She could dance around being a brat without ever fully giving in. That, though, might come in time. For now, she was content toeing the line, watching how she affected Reggie, feeling it. On some level she was aware of how his shoulders relaxed, how he seemed to slowly come out of the box he’d forced himself into for society. With Saphira, he didn’t need it.

Fingers slid along the length of his cock, the tips grazing against it. Then they pulled away as he pulled her into him, trapping his length between them. “Why wouldn’t it, when you make it so much fun,” came her purred response. “Only yourself to blame,” She agreed with a smile, this time her lips brushed his in a sweet kiss. “Mmm, yes.. Far too kind.” She nipped at the line of his jaw. “That is what makes it fun though..”

While Saphira had let her hand drop away, his own had slipped lower. The nudge of his fingers had her legs spreading, just enough to allow him to touch. “Of course, love.” His name was a breath of sweet need from her lips. Her hands slid up his chest, arms wrapping around his neck, pressing his erection between them.