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[He shifts to settle his weight over her, and leans in to start kissing at her neck first.]

I do.

[He's curious about Justine's body, that much he can't deny. He's gentle with his kisses, but he's learned from Justine and leaves little nips as he trails over to her shoulder. He kisses as far down as the fabric of her shirt will allow, hand resting on her waist.]

Does it feel okay?

[Justine moves so that her back is pressing firmly against the inclined chair, leaning her head to the side so that Connor can easily access her throat, neck and chest. His mouth is soft against his skin, trailing a path of fire as his head dipped towards her clavicle.]

Yes. More than okay.

[She smiles.]

You're a quick learner.

[Her shirt is the same simple white fabric that he'd purchased for her after her clothes had soaked through. There isn't very much to it and the fabric is easily tugged a few inches down before it catches on the straps at her shoulders.]

I am.

[He gets bold with his hand, sneaking his fingers a few inches up her stomach and under the fabric of her shirt before stopping. His lips remain on her skin though, dragging them along her collarbone and huffing a soft breath there.]

You would tell me if I overstepped any boundaries, wouldn't you?

[A soft sigh pulls from her lips as his fingers and lips trail across the smooth texture of her skin. Her skin is unblemished, without the damage of age or sunlight.]

I don't think it's possible for you to over step. [Not anymore.] -But I'll tell you.

I promise.

[He nods, and his hand creeps up further to trail his fingers over her chest underneath her shirt. Curious more than anything because he's never done this before, but he presses soft kisses along her shoulder as he explores.]

Was this what you had in mind when you brought me here?

[He smiles slightly, looking up at her.]

Not exactly this.

[She admits between uneven breaths. Her voice trembling as his fingers push up the hem of her shirt and explore the curves of her chest.]

I just wanted to feel close to you. -but if you'd like me... then you can have me. [Justine reaches forward to gently cup his cheek, her mouth curving into a sweet smile.] Being close to you, it feels right.

[Her thumb lightly brushes along his lips.]

If I were to choose someone to Bond with. I even think it'd be you.

[Connor tips his head into her hand, smiling warmly at her.]

I'd love to Bond with you.

[As for her offer, he bites his lip as he considers.]

I've never... I had never even kissed someone before you.

[He isn't sure what to do, exactly.]

[She flashes him a warm smile as she gently captures his lips in an affectionate kiss. Justine doesn't think she can put how she feels into words so she pours everything into that single kiss, breaking away when she finds her head spinning from the lack of oxygen.]

We'll take it slow.

When it comes to us. I want you to be comfortable. Anything you want to try to kiss or touch. [She smiles.] Then you can.

[He nods, leaning over her more as he pushes her shirt up further. Then he moves to press kisses over her chest, gently lapping his tongue over a nipple.]

You can try whatever you like, too.

[It's only fair.]

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[A soft gasp catches in her throat as his tongue brushes over the peak of her breast. The sensitive nerves send little shivers of fire down her spine that soon comes to rest in her abdomen.]

I will.

[There is so much that she wants to try.]

For now, please don't stop.

[Justine curls her fingers around the hem of her shirt, pulling the thin fabric over her head and tossing it to the deck floor. The cool afternoon air makes her shiver briefly but it's a pleasant contrast to the heat that Connor seems to inspire.

[Seeing that she seems to enjoy that, he keeps going. He uses his thumb and finger to toy with the other, feeling his heart race and the heat rising in him. He's never felt it before. It's... pleasant? There's an odd tension in his abdomen, and he presses a thigh between Justine's legs as he gets bolder. He can't quite get on top of her the way he wants to here, so that will have to do.]

Should we move to that blanket?

[It seems like it might be easier to work with.]

[For someone who's never done this before, he's very good and he makes it nearly impossible for Justine to think of anything beyond the firm heat of his touch or the sweetness of his lips against her lovely skin. Her throat dried, constricting with thirst while her head spun in dizzying waves of desire and heat.]

Yeah. But-

[Her teeth capture her lower lip as her dark eyes glittered.]

You have to take off your shirt too.

[Connor can live with that. He leans back to unbutton his shirt, fingers quick and precise- there's no fumbling over the buttons. He shrugs out of it, and gets up to take Justine's hand and guide her to the blanket. He kicks off his shoes first, then sits down with her and leans in to press another kiss to her lips. It's a deep one, slow and exploring, his tongue running over hers. Then he gently pushes her back, and positions himself between her legs so that his weight is resting heavy on top of her, her skirt riding up partly in the process.

He suddenly remembers she isn't wearing underwear and flushes again, but this time it brings about a heat that it didn't before. He runs his thumb over her cheek as he looks down at her fondly.]

You look good like this.

[Flushed and breathless.]

[Justine watches as his fingers unbutton and pull the shirt from his shoulders. His skin is unmarked by time and as pale as her own but she wouldn't have guessed that he was an android without the soft glowing LED at his temple.

Her fingers slip across his palm before raises gracefully from her seat. The blanket is plush and soft, meant to be laid on, without shoes or additional padding. Justine slides out of her sandals and settles on the soft fabric, turning to look up at Connor with a warm gaze.

The kiss is different than before, beyond the nervous touch they had shared in the kitchen. It is deeper and more wanting than simple discovery and incredibly sexy. Her head spins with pleasant warmth and her lips tingle with his touch as their kiss comes to its end. Her chest flushes beneath the heat of his gaze as Connor slides between her thighs.

Justine's chest rises and falls with slow shallow breaths while her dark hair fans like a halo around her head.] Do I? [She asks, her voice soft as fire, heat and desire coil in her abdomen.]

You look good like this.

[Hovering over top of her.]

[He smiles at his words echoed back to him, and moves his hand down to Justine's thigh. He catches the fabric of her skirt with his fingers and lifts it as he runs them back up again, until his hand is on her hip. He rubs his thumb over the bare skin, leaning back in to kiss at her chest again.]

Tell me what you want me to do.

[He looks up at her, eyes dark with want. He doesn't even realise how he looks right now, but it's obvious they've gone far enough that Connor wouldn't want to stop here.]

[She holds her breath as his hand dips below the layers of her skirt to rest on her hip. The aching heat persists to pulse through her frame, growing more intense with each touch and kiss.]

I want to feel you- [She whispers softly, her voice breaking as a soft moan plucks like a song from her lips.] Feel you inside of me. [Her cheeks flush at the confession, uncertain if Connor is even equipped for such a thing.] Your fingers are fine. That is if- [Her voice trails off while the heat in her cheeks burns hotter.

She's never been this nervous before but this is also the first time she's ever been this close to an android. Justine doesn't know if it's the same.

His stare only makes it worse. The want and need she sees in him, she wants to give it to him and so much more.]

[Connor has been asked if he's equipped for such a thing before, so it doesn't bother him that Justine has to ask now. He moves up to kiss her on the lips again, reaching between them to tug at his belt. Honestly, it's a relief when he unzips his pants. He'd been pressing against them, Justine's little moans and sighs getting to him. He tugs them down his hips a little, just enough to be out of the way, but first he lets his fingers wander between her legs, wanting to explore her first.]

I can do both.

[He isn't sure where to put his fingers exactly, and his inexperience here bothers him simply because he wants to make Justine feel good without prodding at the wrong places. He runs his fingers along her inner thigh, to where leg meets body.]

Can you show me where to touch?

[He wants to learn. He's always eager for that.]

[She returns his kiss, eager and light, before letting her eyes take in the sight of him.]

Wow. [Her gaze trails up the flat of his abdomen to once again meet his eager stare. Connor is perfectly built though Justine might request a more thorough inspection later. She has the unbidden desire to wrap her fingers around his cock and see what he tastes like but that could come later.]

Yes. Let me show you.

[Justine's palm trails down his arm and then gently covers the back of his hand with her own. She trails the pad of her fingers lightly over his, positioning his hand so that his pointer and ring finger are the only two standing erect. She places him at her entrance and then slowly presses his fingers and hers inside of her.

Her back arches as she adjusts to the new girth, her breath falling in short gasps as her hips lift to meet his touch. She continues to guide him, curling his fingers up once he's completely inside of her, finding the perfect spot to make her moan and tremble with need.] Just like this. [Her opposite hand is curled within his hair, making it look messy and unkept in an attempt to continue her instruction.]

[He learns quickly, as ever. With the instruction he moves his fingers in and out of her, rubbing the pads of his fingers inside her in just the right spot. He leans in to kiss her again at the same time, unable to resist, not minding that his hair is becoming a mess.

It's difficult to keep doing this without becoming increasingly aware of the urge to be inside her himself. He bites his lip and looks down at her, pressing his lips to her neck.]

Can I...?

[Justine slowly releases her fingers but instead of letting her hand fall back to the blanket she reaches down and runs her fingers along Connor's erection. She steals the chance to feel him and also drag the slick arousal from her fingers onto him.

It lasts only a second before she's relaxing against the blanket, letting the skillful motions of his fingers capture her attention.]

Yes. You can do whatever you want Connor.

[She thinks there a little ways past asking and yet it's endearing that he does. Justine smiles and then her lips part as his fingers pluck a moan from her lips.]

[He pulls his fingers away, and positions himself against her entrance. With a quiet shiver he pushes in, keeping it slow, and once he's buried inside her he takes a moment to enjoy the feeling before pulling out partway and sliding back in. It's an entirely new experience for him, and god, it feels good. He does it again, his hand resting on Justine's chest, thumb toying with her nipple as he rocks his hips into her.]

How is this?

[He wants it to be as good for her as it is for him. He's trying to angle himself to hit the same spot he'd been rubbing with his fingers, at least.]

[Her breath slows as Connor presses the head of his cock against her entrance. The way is slick but tight as he smoothly and methodically begins to fill her. Justine gasps softly as he buries himself to his hilt and holds there. It helps, allowing her body to adjust before beginning to slowly fall into an enticing rhythm.]

Oh god. It's amazing.

[Justine reaches for him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she seeks to bring him closer. It feels like she's on fire. Her hips rise and fall to meet his thrusts, assisting in angling him deeper.]

Connor. [Her breaths stagger.] Faster. Please.

[He keeps moving, speeding up and burying his face in her neck. His breath is hot against her skin, and his hand slides down her body to hook under her knee, tugging it up so he can get a better angle. His heart is beating hard, the emotional side of what they're doing as pleasant as the physical. He feels close to her. Connected. It's almost overwhelming.

He lets out a soft moan against her shoulder, and starts to press kisses there. His thrusts get more insistent, harder as he comes more comfortable with the rhythm.]

[Her fingers slide through his hair and down his back as his breath spills hot and heady against her neck.

Justine isn't able to speak and yet short staggering gasps and moans tug from her lips, punctuating the steady thrusts of his hips. Her knees are held closer to her chest with her hips rising off the ground as Connor sinks deeper. Justine's cries grow in volume as she clings desperately to him.

Her body, mind and heart ached for his touch and basked in it as the euphoria began to rise.

Time lost all meaning. It could have been minutes or hours trapped in the heady thrones of passion.] Connor. I'm coming. [His name chokes in her throat as he so skillfully coaxes her release. Her body clenches down on him, her thighs trembling as she struggles to inhale.]

[He keeps moving as she comes, LED flashing from yellow to red to yellow again as his own release builds up and, finally, he comes too. Her clenching down around him helps, and he muffles a cry against her shoulder. His hips gradually slow down, and eventually he stops, panting softly by her ear.

He doesn't pull out of her yet, he just stays where he is with his face pressed against her neck. He'd never experienced that before, he's going to need to recover. A little overwhelmed by how good that had felt and all the emotions that come with it, his LED is fixed on yellow for now as he processes it. He does at least let Justine's leg go, moving his hand to take hers, linking their fingers together.]

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