"I told you… I don't do sexual plea—"
"This is not sex," Nikki whispered, cutting him off. Her hands still clutched the lapels of his uniform, her face still inches from his. "It's a kiss. Where lips collide, and data are exchanged."
A-01 furrowed his brows.
That, he could understand, but why she had the strong biological reaction to do this with him, he just couldn't understand.
He was a machine, not a human; from the information stored inside him, female humans were attracted to male humans.
So why is this specific human aroused by him, who was built by a machine and was a machine?
Oblivious to A-01's breakdown, Nikki looked up at him through her lashes, her heart pounding against her ribs. She was terrified.
She was a virgin about to teach the most advanced intelligence on the planet how to be intimate.
And let's not forget how drop-dead gorgeous he was!
Just the image of kissing that beautiful face was driving high sex drive Nikki down to the rodeo.
I mean, if you won't, I will be the one to help you.
We all wanna destroy that Hymen don't we?
[You are alone on this one, darling.]
Why don't you also be an android, and we all go for a threesome? Happy family, Ay?
[...]
"Let me teach you," she breathed. Trying once again.
A-01 studied her face as his blue eyes tracked the nervous flutter of her pulse in her neck.
"If the data is necessary for the lesson," he murmured, and then leaned closer to her so she wouldn't have to suffer so much because of his height. "Then proceed. Knock yourself out, Kitty."
Nikki's stomach danced excitedly.
Damn, my nickname sounds so fucking good on his tongue!
Nikki swallowed hard. Her hands were shaking as she pulled him closer, standing on tiptoes. A-01 simply waited as she brushed her lips against A-01's as if she was trying to test the water.
But that single action sent a shudder down her spine that A-01 took notice of.
Then she kissed him, their lips touched, innocent wet kisses that didn't prod too much. His lips were firm and cool, perfectly shaped and utterly still.
No breathing, no give, no spark.
It felt like she was kissing a silicon model, but Nikki couldn't give a damn. She was horny, and when she was high up there, everything or anything could be used to soothe that ache between her legs.
She pulled back a fraction to catch her breath before she went in again, and A-01 allowed her; he was learning.
This time, she tilted her head and pressed her lips more softly, parting them just a fraction, poking him with her tongue.
Her body tilted a little closer without her realizing it.
A-01 finally moved. He adjusted to her as she invited him with her tongue, he opened up for her, and when she hesitated, he eased her by pressing his large palm against her soft cheeks.
Her red hair moved like waves as she chased her high while he learned.
There was no agency.
Just a human teaching a machine how to give her the pleasure she wanted.
And the most feared intelligence allowed it.
To anyone who might have seen this, it would probably look restrained, controlled, but that was the point, because every second was intentional.
A-01 wasn't kissing her because he wanted to. He was analyzing the friction, the moisture, the heat, and the sudden spike in her dopamine levels. But for Nikki, she was going insane.
Who knew this motherfucking machine would turn out this good?
Her eyes fluttered open just for a second, and she found him staring at her, to some girl that would have been a turn off, but to Nikki? It was like her G-spot had been grazed.
She groaned; to her, that was the hottest gaze she had ever seen.
So unhinged.
So innocent and yet so bad.
It was like the person who programmed him knew what could break her, and mend her at the same time.
Why had she never seen all these on television?
Maybe because she was busy getting all fucking angry at the whole concept of AI turning them into prisoners in their own world.
Or maybe the idea of kissing or fucking an AI never came to her.
He tasted clean, and he was warm now, as his mouth moved against hers with increasing confidence. Nikki felt her knees turn to water.
She was practically melting. Her grip on his uniform tightened, her fingers curling into the fabric as a jolt of pure electricity shot straight to her core.
Oh fuck! She thought, a flush spreading from her chest to her cheeks. I'm a slut. A total hoe.
She had always had her reservations about sex, too broke to go to controlled human clubs to mingle, and too introverted to leave her sector when she was not looking for a job.
Maybe that's why her body felt like the inside was outside.
Feeling like this should be taboo.
She hated it.
She hated that he was just a running program with a bio-printed body, heart, and nerve endings while she was falling apart, her body arching into him, begging for a friction she shouldn't be wanting.
But she was too far gone.
She was on a mission; she had made his choice the moment she was dangling from a bridge, staring at a literal Angel that was an android.
When she pulled back, he hovered closely, her breaths so uneven that the connection didn't snap. She stared at him, and he stared back at her.
That's what he had been doing.
And the moment only seemed to stretch. This was a kiss she would never forget in her entire life.
Her lips were swollen and tingling as she gasped for air. "Okay…" she panted, "That was intense…"
She tried to step back, to regain some shred of dignity.
But A-01 wasn't done yet.
He grabbed the back of her neck, his large fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her in and captured her mouth with some kind of consuming hunger that couldn't be labelled.
It didn't seem like affection, and he kissed her exactly the way she had kissed him, but amplified by a thousand percent.
He used what he had learned from her, the pressure points on her neck that made her moan, the rhythm, the little gasp she made when he bit her lower lip, and he weaponized it to the fullest.
Only because she had permitted him to use this information against her.
He drove his tongue into her mouth, tasting her, exploring her, and owning her like he wanted to consume her whole flesh. He knew exactly where to touch, and exactly how to move, and exactly how to make her brain go haywire.
Nikki whimpered, her hands sliding up to wrap around his neck for some kind of balance.
She was drowning in him.
He couldn't feel this, her mind screamed. He's just showing off.
But her body didn't care. She was wet and aching. She pressed her hips against his leg, desperate for something he couldn't give, desperate for him to lose control and loosen this ache.
But he was just still, not rock hard, or aroused, he felt thick and huge, but it didn't feel hard and up.
She wanted to know if she could stand up.
He kissed her like he was starving, until he pulled back abruptly.
Nikki stumbled, dizzy, her chest heaving as she tried to suck oxygen back into her burning lungs. Her eyes were wide, lips red and glistening.
A-01 looked unaffected.
He lifted a hand and wiped a smear of her saliva from his bottom lip with his thumb, looking at the moisture with interest.
Then he reached out, hooking his finger under her chin, tilting her face up. He brushed his thumb over her swollen bottom lip.
"Is that all I am going to learn, Teacher?" he asked softly.
Nikki bit down on her bottom lip, hard. The ache between her legs was unbearable; she wanted to tell him, and she wanted to grab his large, capable hand and drag it down her stomach.
She wanted to say, Let me teach you how to pleasure a woman with just your hands.
"I…" Nikki started, her voice a whisper. "I could teach you… how to use your hands…"
But then all of a sudden, he slumped forward, his chin landing on her shoulder. Nikki blinked, the haze of lust vanishing instantly.
Nikki yelped as the weight of A-01 crushed her back against the desk.
[CRITICAL FAILURE DETECTED]
[CAUSE: A-01 OVERHEATED/CRASHED]
[STATUS: FORCED SLEEP MODE INITIATED.]
[QUEST UPDATE: DEADLINE EXTENDED, you have 5 more days.]
"You have got to be kidding me,"
A/N: I so much enjoyed writing this chapter… <3