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Of Thumbs and Bath houses (Phoebus and torridsoul)

Happily she rested the axe, and moved to find a shovel that wasn't coated in cement. She remembered seeing one.. When she was getting the scissors! She jogged to the junk pile and dug out the shovel, she rested it on her shoulder and walked over to you.

Looking up at you she saluted and said sarcastically "Yes Drill Sergeant!" and then snapped her heels together and dashed out into the field as if she hadn't even spoken to you.

Belle looked out at the field she groaned there were so many damn holes. Mr. Paranoid had planted so many damn mines, and then set them all off.. On one hand she found you terribly interesting and on the other she just wanted to bash your head in with the shovel she held.

Setting to work on her last chore of the day she filled hole after hole, shoveling loose dirt into them and packing them down. Next to one of the exploded mines she found the remains of a rothead, she bashed it over the head making sure it was indeed dead for good and then she used the shovel to retrieve it's thumb. She didn't know if you'd hear her when she called "Got another thumb Baxter" but she yelled the words anyway.
 
The words fell on deaf ears, as he filled in his side of the holes. His mind was already working on the next project; a second T3. The holes were quickly filled, his eyes a bit glazed over.

We'll have more room for plots over here, if we need them...
Burying them is no good, haven't I told you?!
Is... The ground shifting?

His flashbacks had been becoming even more infrequent since you came. Still... they truthfully terrified him to his core. His form shuddered a bit, as he filled the last hole, before walking down the path, towards you.
 
Belle had just finished filling the last hole for her when she noticed you walking towards her. Something about you, had her running to meet you half way. Was she actually worried about this insufferable man?

She nearly ran right into you "Baxter.. are you alright, you don't look well.. do you need to eat or something.." the look on your face reminded her of last night when they were in the pool, like you'd gone off somewhere else and when you'd come back it wasn't quite the same man.
 
"Yeah... I'll be fine. I just need a meal, that's all. You done here?" He sighed, tensing up his shoulders again, and putting on his grumpy face, seeming to snap back into himself. He didn't wait for you to respond, as he turned, and walked back up the path.

As he walked by T3, he flipped him back on, the tiny bot going on it's patrol duty, roaming the fields. He pulled out a kettle, this time, choosing instead to make a soup, consisting of cubed beef roast, carrots, potatoes, green beans, peas, and a few cubes of what could only be described as "nutriment". He was a fan of these cubes, as they had kept him free of illness, and added a bit of "pep" in his step.
 
You were full of shit, was the first thing that flitted into her mind as you turned and walked away from her. She wondered if you would ever be as honest with her as she had been with you. Following you in, she walked up the path a couple steps behind you the whole way.

She set the shovel down near the axe and then walked over to where you were making the soup. Simply watching you for a few minutes "Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked curiously.
 
He nods, offering you a small knife, and a bundle of carrots. Dinner is made, and eaten without anything eventful taking place. He collected the dishes, filling the kettle with water, and putting the bowls in, along with other utensils to clean then.

He walked back, stacking wood for another fire, sighing gently. The metal pole was in his hand, as he started it ablaze. He offered a seat next to him, this time, being mindful of you.
 
They'd eaten in silence, but Belle found it to be more companionable silence rather than a hostile one. She watched you when she thought you wouldn't notice it.

After dinner was done, she curled up on the stump next to you. Her shoulder brushed yours gently, as she watched watched the flames dance across the wood and flicker in the air. She looked up you at, and tilted her head letting her golden curls catch on the wind and blow the lingering scent of her shampoo to your most probably unwilling to scent nose.

"Baxter would you like a back rub?" She asked quietly.
 
"W-wha? a back rub?" He blinks, this being the last thing from his mind. He looks at you quizzically. He doesn't answer, instead poking at the fire with the metal pipe. He watches the cinders, brow furrowed a bit, almost lost in the proposition.

"Yeah... I guess."
 
She raised an eyebrow as you seemed to stutter at the question. She may as well have asked you if you wanted a body part chopped off or something. She'd had never seen a person give a back rub so much thought before. Just the other night she'd run her hands along your scalp and back, and you'd seemed to enjoy it. She was clearly puzzled at your difficulty with this.

But when you agreed she slid behind you and the stump, and slid her hands down your back in a slow and gentle stroke, once and then twice. Letting you get a feel for her touch before she slid her hands to your shoulders and began to work the knots from them.

Her plan was to loosen you up a bit before she started asking you questions. Perhaps it was silly of her, but if she was going to be here with you for the duration she wanted a bit more comfort between them.
 
His back was stiff to your touch, as though your treatment yesterday did nothing to him. He was wound up from a combination of working, and years of tension, in his shoulders especially. Your thumb grazed against a scar, his eyes fluttering shut.

There it was. A slow, soft exhale, his shoulders slumping just a bit, his head falling forward a bit. He was relaxed, almost in the same place of the night before. His back moved back to your thumb, and shifted a bit, seeming to guide your touch to the most sensitive of spots.
 
Belle noticed right away that she hadn't done enough last night to help relieve the tension in you taut muscles. It was then that she decided that the back rubs would become a nightly thing, even if she had to tie you down to accomplish it. A satisfied smile crossed her lips when she heard the exhale and felt your shoulders slump a bit. This had to be you relaxed and she liked being the person who could do that for you.

She followed the unspoken direction and worked her magic fingers against the sensitive areas. Paying extra attention to them and committing them to memory. After working her hands in and around the spot you'd guided her too for a good while she stroked her hand down to the jagged scar and began to work her fingers against it slowly.

Leaning in a bit against you to apply a bit more pressure, the movement causes her small breasts to press into your back gently "So Baxter, I've been curious since I saw some of your creations.. What made you decide to go into robotics and mechanization?"
 
He smiles softly, unbeknown to you. He moans gently, as you work against that particularly tight scar. He pays no mind to your body pressing against his back. The sound of your question hits his ear, causing a small chuckle.

"Probably the same reason you got into beauty school... and any other profession you strayed into." His eyes closed, sighing gently. "I have a knack for it. People noticed from a young age my skepticism was particularly good for troubleshooting, and preemptive thinking. As far as robotics... My father was one of those who could... put something together just fine, but could never reassemble it. I guess I just decided that, if I put things together my way, I could never be wrong." He chuckles gently at this remark, seeming to remember the first time he had ever said that.
 
She smiled and worked her hands up and down the length of the scar a few times before sliding her hands down to the small of your back and working her knuckles into it. Her breasts remained firmly planted against your upper back as she remained leaned against you for the added pressure.

Belle nodded as you spoke "How did that lead into working for the UN?" it wasn't really the subject matter she wanted to talk about, but she felt as if she were opening a door.
 
He shrugs, looking towards the sun. "How do these things happen, normally? One thing leads to another." He smiles a little, a long off look on his face. "It mostly had to do with those little boxes you see. They use a simple light bulb, as well as high efficiency solar panels to create perpetual energy. Using that, we actually managed to figure out how to amplify power, and that's how I was brought into the robotics field...."

He presses a bit more against you, getting comfortable. "I learned on my feet, and soon was given my own division. I had the clearance to creat almost any project I deemed worth its time."

He sighed gently, body tightening once again. "...all but one." He looks off, towards T3.
 
Belle could picture Baxter being quick to learn, and she could even see you with your own division.. Even though this wasn't the topic she'd originally wanted to bring up, she was extremely interested in everything you had to say about it. "They didn't want you to work on T3?" she asked as you glanced towards the little robot.

She smiled when you leaned back into her. She slid her hands up your back, breaking the connection of her breast to your back as she pressed the palm of one of her small hands against the base of your neck firmly and began to work it in small circles.

Shifting her position behind you, she moved in closer her inner thighs pressing against your lower back and she leaned in working your neck and shoulders with the same vigor she had your back.
 
"T3 was designed as a 'what-if' AI. There is..." he sighs gently, making this mistake again. "There was a small division. Questionable science stuff... Aliens, monsters... old gods... Zombies..." His eyes fall again to the little bot, who was on his path.

"I came up with the idea for T3, in case someone learned to reanimate the dead... There are a few bacterium in Africa that have been able to do the same thing to slugs. That was the only project I couldn't get approved..."

His head fell forward again, letting your hands work against his shoulders and neck. He grumbled a little bit, something about overly taught bureaucrats. He sighed gently as you continued your work.
 
"I assume you no longer work for the UN, was T3 the reason you don't anymore?" she thought that she might be getting dangerously close to making you close up, but if you never pushed you never got anywhere.

Experimentally she ran her fingers up your neck and into your hair, scraping her nails softly against your scalp. It was odd for her, how badly she wanted this cranky man to become accustomed to her touch. To welcome it, and enjoy it. As she did this the length of her small body seemed to mold against your back, she was unsure why being this close to you made her feel entirely feminine and safe, she couldn't say that out loud of course; because heaven for bid you think she needed these things that she simply enjoyed.
 
"You didn't hear? The UN dissolved last year... They declared every man for themselves..." He sighs, shaking his head. "No... I got out when things started going down hill. Traveled as soon as I heard, packing up a few tools, and a few blueprints... couple of key programs... I wanted to see things one more time before they went downhill."

He looked down, sighing a little. "I was in Japan when it became too much. I barely got back... and... " He shrugs gently, "Here I've been."
 
"I've been kind of, out of loop I guess you could say" was the only thing she could say. She hadn't realized they'd declared anything let alone every man for themselves.

Her fingers tugged gently on your hair before she slid them down back to your neck, she could still feel the tightness in it. She went back to work on the muscles there, stroking and rubbing with more pressure then she had before. "I've never met a person with so much tension in their muscles not even when I worked in a massage parlor.." the thought just sort of slipped between her lips without her even realizing it.
 
"When you had the solution to all the world's problem in your hand... and you were laughed at, it's a bit hard to relax." He sighed, then realized what you were doing with his hair, then becoming aware of your closeness.

What is this girl getting at...?

Choosing instead to say nothing at all, he doesn't move, letting your hands work against his muscles, his gaze once again at the fire.
 
"Perhaps you had the answer to the worlds problems for now, but there would always be another and another.. and one person alone can't save the world." Still she thought, it had to be hard to know that if you could have done one thing would be different.

She wasn't sure what possessed her to do so, but as her body was molded against your back she pressed her lips against your neck gently and laid a trail of kisses along it as her hands stroked down your arms to your wrist and held them lightly, she even let her tongue flick against your skin softly after the last kiss. Tasting your skin this way made her body tingle in a way nothing else had before, maybe it was because she was certain you wouldn't welcome her affections.. and even knowing that she'd do it again anyway.
 
His eyes widen to your advances, blinking. This girl was half his age, and here she was being affectionate to him. He knew he had been doing a good bit for her, but he demanded work in return for his goods. He was on the defense, now, disarmed and unsure of how to handle it exactly.

He stood up slowly, making his way to the porch. His face was obscured to you, making his emotions unknown. He reached the porch, turning slowly, and looking you over.

"You coming?"
 
She looked over at you as you rose from the stump and walked away from the fire, and to the house.

Belle was unsure of herself now, she'd expected you to yell or demand to know what the hell she was doing. And when you turned and looked at her she shivered.. but guessed you were to far away to notice it. "I.. yeah I'm coming."

She slid from the stump and followed your path across the yard and up the steps of the porch.
 
He watched you walk towards him. Baxter was actually quite a passionate man before the incident. He was known in the UN for having quite a few lovers. There was a softness to his face now. Almost a tenderness, his eyes almost having a fire behind the iris.

He holds the door open for you, ushering you in. He was on autopilot now. The outside world no longer mattered. The last 3 years of disdain, and single mindedness were put on hold for tonight. You had shown him some small sanctity of kindness. A tree, offering the mercy of shade in the middle of the day.

He smiled softly upon your final steps towards him.
 
Belle moved into the house, and when you smiled she would have sworn that, that alone was enough to make her knees go weak.

"Baxter" your name left her lips as she looked up at you, her hands stroking your arms gently as she moved in close. Her hands worked their way up to your face, framing your cheeks gently and bringing your lips to her own. Kissing them softly, the same way she trailed her kisses along your neck. Her tongue snaked out a bit and traced along your bottom lip tasting you this way until you saw fit to part your lips and invite her in.
 
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