“Sure you do. You fired me, remember? I took care of your fees, by the way. This adventure officially cost you nothing. Should I brush your teeth? I can download a program for that.”
I snorted, my eyelids weighing heavy. I managed to nap on the flight back home, but barely.
“Do people really get their bots to brush their teeth? No, stupid question, don’t answer.”
When I lay in bed, Dean left me for a moment. I drifted off to the sounds of the shower running.
He woke me up in the evening, offering me a glass of water. I rubbed my eyes. The room was lit with the golden light of candles that flickered gently in the breeze blowing in through the open window. I drank, then turned to him. He didn’t speak, and neither did I, but I felt Dean’s urgency, my own buzzing under my skin, too.
He got rid of all our good memories together, and they were precious to him. The only way for me to repay him was to help him make new ones.
I pulled his hand, coaxing him to lie down on his back. His eyes flared when I straddled him, seeking his lips with mine. We kissed, and it was long and languid. I breathed deep, playing with his tongue, my body easing into this new reality. We were safe. We were here. There was nothing left to achieve.
The voices I used to carry in my chest, those that told me to atone and forbade me from having anything I enjoyed, were quiet. I finally understood that my dead mother couldn’t possibly care to be avenged, and definitely not in a way that stripped me of all joy. And the world—the world did not need saving. It did just fine without me.
And my sins? Yes, there was a betrayal. I betrayed myself—when I abandoned everything I loved.
I kissed those realizations into Dean’s mouth. His first memory was of me touching his core, so I stroked his lower ribs where I knew the hidden door was, and it sprung open. I pulled away, looking at him as I slowly reached inside. My fingers brushed thrum and energy, and he arched, light filling the room. I caressed his essence, and soon, he burst with rainbows and prisms, the light so blinding, I had to shield my eyes.
“I love you,” I whispered when the light dimmed. “You are so devastatingly good. So precious.”
He was silent, his hands loose on my waist. It was his second first time, wasn’t it? I smiled and kissed his cheek, his temple, his jaw.Mine, mine, mine.
“My things stayed back in Japan,” Dean said, gripping me tighter when I slid off him. “But I got myself new ones. Like I said—I have hobbies.”
I laughed. I was drunk on joy and him, and still, I wanted more. “Is your favorite hobby turning vibrators into functional cyborg dicks?”
“How well you know me. It could be a business, too. I’m good at it. Should I show you?”
“Oh, don’t turn your hobby into a business.” I got up, pulling off my top. “And of course, you should show me.”
He got up and turned his back to me as something clicked and rustled. I pressed my hand to my lips, because he did it this way the first time, too. I used this moment to get naked.
When Dean turned to face me, he sported an enormous blue dick shaped like a two-pronged tentacle. I stared at it, my mouthgoing dry. There was a faint squirting sound, and a droplet of liquid fell out of the tip.
The lower prong was shorter and narrower, and I suspected it was supposed to go in my ass. Another faint sound, and it moistened, too. I looked up, kneeling on the bed, and Dean took a jerky step closer.
“Do you like it?”
I licked my lips. It seemed bigger than the red one he used in Japan, and my thoughts kept snagging on its double functionality. It wouldn’t be easy, that was plain. But Dean picked this for himself.
“It’s scary,” I admitted. “And I like it a lot, because it’s yours.”
“I picked it because you love it when I make you take me. My girl likes a challenge,” he said, taking himself in hand with a hiss of pleasure. “That’s what my notes say. Do you confirm?”
I giggled. “I mean, yes. It’s hot.”
“Good.”
He sat on the bed, pulling me into his lap. I faced him, grinning. This was the first position we had penetrative sex in. Was that in his notes, too? I couldn’t ask, because Dean’s lips pressed to mine, the smooth composite of his face warming as he devoured me with deep, sucking kisses.
“Touch me. Spread the lube all over so it’s easier for you, baby.”
I reached between us blindly, finding him warm and gently pulsing. I gathered the wetness sliding profusely from both tips and massaged it into his length. He shivered and cursed, still kissing me, and I realized he must have taken a note on responsiveness, because it was perfect.
“Enough,” he breathed when he was completely slick. “Now take that hand and finger yourself. I’ll be recording.”
His hand pressed firmly to my lower back to secure me. I scooted back in his lap, my ass balancing right on his knees, and tilted my hips up so he could see.
