"I find that incredibly creepy."
He smirked. Wadded the pillow around more. His hips rocked into hers enough that she could tell exactly what it was he wanted to do. Again. She smiled and rocked back into him. He caressed her side, but he didn't get the desired result because instead of moaning or being turned on, the stroke actually tickled.
So she couldn't help giggling.
"What, do I make you laugh now?" He put his hand on the small of her back. Spread-out, his hand covered most of the curve where her spine arched into her behind. A delicate spot, one of those places that touching could be either possessive or polite. Or both. A strange mix of a feeling when he was touching her there.
How was it that a cyborg, not truly a humanoid at all because they were manufactured, wound up having more compassion and courtesy than most humanoids she knew?
"No. I was thinking about how you were not artificial. Yet you are a cyborg."
"I do not understand."
"You may be cybernetic and made from artificial things, but you are probably the most genuine person I know." She touched his cheek. "And I thank you for that. I have not had that for a long time."
"I am pleased that you are pleased with my company."
"You are a great person."
"I believe you are too."
She smiled. "Thank you."
He tipped his head to the side. "Are we done with the pre-sexual flattery? Because I would really like to be inside you again."
She burst out laughing.
"I was honest."
"I know. And oh my stars, Harbin, I think it's brilliant. And wonderful. And amazing."
She leaned into him, and they started to kiss.
He rolled her over, so she was on her back and pulled open her dress layers. "I thought we were done with these."
"I was cold."
"You could have curled up with me. I would keep you warm."
She smiled. "I know."
He kissed her neck. "Yet you turn to clothing. I am much more pleasing."
"You think so?"
He tugged at the dress layer and popped it open. Through the fabrics, he stroked her chest.
She sighed.
"Very sure of myself."
She laughed again. She couldn't remember the last time she'd enjoyed sex like this. Laughed while she engaged.
Felt this safe and comfortable.
She stroked his head, feeling his short hair.
He unlaced everything and stopped when he reached the pants suit she'd put on underneath. Frankly, she had forgotten about it herself.
