Airbnb – Night
The rain had followed them back, faint streaks drumming against the old windowpanes of the rented loft. The air smelled faintly of takeout containers and damp wood, the city buzzing outside like a restless beast.
Peter sat at the edge of the bed, the Dominator in his hand. Its surface shifted in small, unsettling ways, as though the gun itself was alive, waiting for a verdict.
He stared at it, eyes distant. "This… isn't just a weapon."
Gwen looked up from where she sat cross-legged on the bed, still in her hoodie, hair damp from the shower. Her eyes narrowed. "Then what is it?"
Peter angled it toward the lamplight. Blue pulses rippled across the rectangular barrel like veins of lightning. "It's called a Dominator. The System gave it to me. Unshackled. No restraints. No safeguards. The kind of thing that doesn't just put someone down… it judges them. And it never misses."
Her throat tightened. She'd seen weapons. Vicious, impossible weapons but this felt different. "So it decides who lives… and who dies?"
Peter's gaze dropped. "No. That's the part that scares me." He met her eyes, voice low. "The judgment isn't the gun's. It's mine. Every shot, every trigger pull. It's on me. And maybe one day… it might have to be on you. I don't fear the taking of life as I already did worse but I fear the fact that you might have to make that choice."
For a moment, the room stilled. Gwen's stomach knotted. Old guilt stirred, the weight of her choices she couldn't undo. The thought of holding something like that, of carrying its consequences, made her chest ache.
"I don't…" she started, then faltered. Her hands curled in her lap. "I don't know if I could... if I should..."
Peter set the weapon down on the nightstand, the hum of its energy filling the silence between them. She reached across, taking his hand. Her grip was warm, steady and grounding.
"I don't want you to either. Not unless you choose it. But this world…" His voice cracked for the first time. "This world doesn't care about what we want. It'll make us decide anyway. And when that day comes… I need to know we're on the same page. Even if it destroys us."
Her pulse hammered in her throat. For a heartbeat, doubt clawed at her. The memory of failure, of loss. But then beneath it, came something else. The fire that had carried her this far, that wouldn't let her break.
She leaned closer, her forehead brushing his. "Then we don't run. We don't break. Whatever this universe asks of us… we face it together."
Peter's breath hitched, the weight on his shoulders easing just enough for him to let a small, tired smile slip through. "Together."
The word lingered between them, fragile but certain.
Her hand slid from his to the back of his neck, pulling him in. Their lips met. Hesitant at first, then deeper, urgent, like a dam breaking. Every unspoken fear, every buried ache, poured into the kiss.
For a moment, silence fell. The weight of the multiverse pressed against the walls around them, heavy and suffocating. Gwen's chest rose and fell rapidly. She felt the pulse on Peter's spine. The Sandevistan, faint but unmistakable. A rhythmic thrum, almost like a second heartbeat intertwined with his own. Her fingers traced it unconsciously, curiosity mingled with awe that never recedes.
Peter noticed her pause, the subtle tracing of his shoulder and upper chest. His own eyes fell on her eyebrow piercing, glinting faintly in the dim light. The detail grounded him, reminded him that she was real, human and there, right there—beside him.
The Dominator's faint hum faded beneath the sound of rain and the steady thrum of two hearts giving in to each other.
Clothes shifted. Walls blurred. Touches grew slower, softer, then more insistent. Intimacy wasn't just heat; it was an anchor, a reminder that even in the shadow of impossible choices, they could still find something human, something real.
Their gazes locked. Time slowed. Peter's hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her closer. Gwen's fingers threaded into the nape of his neck, feeling the tension in his muscles, the faint hum of his AI chip blending with the warmth of his skin.
The kiss was soft, exploratory, hesitant. A brush of lips, a shared breath. But hesitation melted away as Peter deepened it, one hand holding her jaw gently, the other resting on her back, steadying her as though grounding them both against the chaos outside. Gwen responded, lips parting, her body leaning into him, seeking the comfort and the strength he radiated.
Her hand slid lower, tracing the faint hum of the Sandevistan again, marveling at the almost imperceptible vibrations. She had felt fear, guilt, responsibility but now there was a strange sense of connection, of shared strength that pulsed under her fingertips.
The intensity built gradually, the kisses deepening but never rushing, exploring the space between comfort and urgency. Breaths mingled, hearts racing, each pulse syncing with the hum of his Sandevistan and the warmth of her presence.
Slowly, their hands roamed with care, tentative but filled with a need for reassurance. Each touch became a conversation, silent and urgent. Gwen's fingers traced his shoulders, then his forearms, lingering where she could feel the faint hum of the enhancements. Peter's hands followed the curve of her waist, the smooth skin along her sides, finally brushing the hair that framed her face perfectly.
Gwen tugged at the hoodie Peter was wearing in order to hide his Sandevistan and Peter lifted his hands in the air and Gwen took off the hoodie in a single pull and then she took off hers. Peter's hands went to the back, unclasping her bra and tossing it at the floor. Peter went forward and they kissed while their chests made contact with each other. The kiss became something more feral as their tongues fought for dominance in which Peter won as his tongue slid into her mouth, exploring every nook and cranny of her mouth. Gwen kept moaning in his mouth and when they parted to breath a thin string of saliva extended from their lips.
Gwen and Peter were still in their underwear and Gwen started grinding her pussy on Peter's rock hard penis through the thin fabrics. " Haaa haaa, Gwen." Moaned Peter on her neck and she stopped. Gwen got down from Peter's lap and took off her soaked panties and also took off Peter's boxers with a tug resulting in Peter's cock springing free. Gwen stood on the bed on her hands and her legs gently wrapped around Peter's neck, causing her glistening pussy to make contact with Peter's mouth while Peter's cock, slick with precum was already touching Gwen's lips. Gwen first ran her tongue over the tip of Peter's cock, tasting the salty precum. Then she slowly took the length in her mouth and her head started moving back and forth until the base of his cock started to hit the back of her throat.
Meanwhile Peter squeezed Gwen's ass eliciting moans of pleasure on his dick, Peter's tongue slid into her wet folds, twisting and wriggling like a snake while Gwen was busy with his cock. His tongue occasionally flicked her clitoris causing Gwen to stir. Both of them increased their speed and came in each other's mouth filling each other's mouth with their seed which both of them gulped down. Peter laid down on his back and Gwen let of go Peter's dick with an audible pop. Gwen started stroking Peter's dick while leaning down for a kiss which Peter reciprocated. Tasting each other on themselves caused them to become more horny. Gwen walked over to her discarded hoodie and brought forth a packet. It was a pack of dotted condoms.
" You just keep getting naughtier by the day." Said Peter to which Gwen smirked and replied, " And you like it." She used her teeth to tear open a condom and slid it on Peter's erect member.
Peter helped Gwen up, bend her down and grabbed her hands from behind while he lined his cock along her vaginal entrance and in one pull she slammed on his cock and a scream of pure pleasure escaped from her mouth. Flesh slapped flesh followed by loud moans. The dotted condoms stimulated her walls while Peter's cock hit her G-spot again and again. Both of them came with screams mixed with pleasure and they continued it as long as the condoms weren't over.
Later, tangled in the sheets, the rain's rhythm steady outside, Gwen traced her fingers along Peter's chest, her head resting just below his collarbone. The warmth of each other's skin was a soothing comfort amidst the turbulence of the outside world.
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