Her Body of Muscle: Winter vs the Nanobots

Part 4: Chapter 39

They drove back towards the city in silence. Both of their bodies aching in exhaustion and stress. But more, Winter knew they were both processing sadness and uncertainty. Three people were dead. This time, definitively. Had the ends justified the means? She felt, at least for a moment, horrifically guilty. The entirety of the last several years wrapped up into a desperate death spiral. The thought of guilt, however, was overwhelmed as it dawned on her that the last several years had been nothing but a lab experiment. That Emilia and her small team had been watching every little decision, with a mapped-out plan from the very beginning. It almost seemed in retrospect as though freewill had not played a part. Winter shivered.

Pulling into the parking garage, she turned off the car and looked at Jackson. He looked at her and gave a sad smile. They had been processing somehow together despite no words spoken. Jackson sighed. And then he gave a bigger genuine smile as he took off his shirt and handed it to Winter. Taking it, Winter scoffed and shook her head. In a way, they'd been here before. A mostly naked Winter and a near death experience. But this time, it felt different. This time there were no questions. There was no Winter and Jackson, they were just... "us."

"We're not going to stay here." Winter said matter-of-factly. "Clothes, money and we're leaving."

Jackson raised his eyebrows and nodded.

"What are we waiting for?" He offered.

Ten minutes later, a crudely packed bag of necessities, the two stepped out from Winter's tired apartment building into the cool evening and walked to Jackson's car. He opened the door of his small, old, meticulously clean Honda Civic and waited for Winter to calmly sit in the seat. Jackson gently closed the door behind her. As he walked around the front of the vehicle, Winter happily watched a massive grin spread across his boyish face. His strong athletic frame powerfully striding, then a flexed forearm guided his hand to the car door, opened it and then swiveling his tall body inside beside her.

"Where to?" He asked Winter.

"Well, it's April, hmmm... it's Spring. I've never been to wine country? I bet this is a beautiful time to be out there."  She said, curiously.

"Oh interesting, it is spring totally forgot, good point. Well, I guess we made it through winter after all?" Jack retorted, snorting at his own stupidity.

"Alright smart ass." Winter teased as Jackson pulled out onto the street.

Talking about nothing and everything they drove over the Golden Gate bridge. They headed due east and as the night sky slowly started to brighten, they were over the low Sierra's approaching Sonora. Mountains all around and a lush landscape welcomed spring with open arms. A small, rustic, well maintained sign indicated a private vineyard with isolated chateaus. Turning into the long gravel driveway they approached a cute two-story farm cottage store. They pulled in right at 7am and noticed a woman flipping the "closed" sign to "open."

Fifteen minutes later, key in hand, they drove down a forested windy road before the trees cleared on the top of a hill, illuminating a small little bungalow stilted up above the ground, looking towards the east. Jackson grabbed their bag, opening the door to the fresh scent of forested air and grapes. As he headed back to the car, Winter perused the small one floor home. Entering the master bedroom, she noticed a porch that looked out over the rolling hills as the sun started to peep up above the horizon. Glancing in the closet, she saw a single soft silky robe hanging. Winter smiled. "Well, wow."  She said softly to herself. The garment looked exactly like the one she remembered wearing that last evening in Philip's home almost five years prior. She slipped off her clothing and threw the soft fabric around her shoulders. Her broad back was far too wide to accommodate the front. It shimmered transparently in the cool morning air.

Stepping to the sliding door that opened to the porch, Winter unlocked and stepped out into the fresh sunshine. Placing hands on the railing lofted high above the ground, she surveyed the green fertile acreage. Her arms, propped up supporting her weight on the railing, shivered in muscular vibrancy. Her back, poetically singing with coursing energy through the transparent silk, comfortably exhausted. As she simply stood, the streaming rivers and mountains of dense work ethic carved precise beautiful shapes, creating a stunningly defined beautiful torso. Her softly winding spine gently guided like a sweeping painter's brush down towards her tailbone. From there, bouldered glutes, etched mercilessly in powerful vibrancy, seemed to sing the praises of her breathtaking femininity. Winter's hamstrings quivered in happiness, as long legs extended down before her once embarrassingly strong calves embraced the cold morning air in torturing steely rigidity.

"Welcome home." A soft voice said over her right shoulder. Jackson slid a hand softly around her waist and leaned in close. She could feel his soft breathing on her neck as he swept her hair away from her shoulder. His hand reached around her waist where it firmly, lovingly pulled her tighter still. Winter reached for his hand, took his fingers and guided them across the rippling musculature of her core. As she leaned her head away from his soft mouth exposing the sensitive vulnerability of her neck, she guided Jackson's hands to her breast. Pushing his palm firmly into her chest, she looked back into his eyes. With her own free hand, she reached up, gliding over his scalp and under his hair expertly, as she pulled him close for a kiss.

They lingered, then relaxed, both turning to look out at the bright sunshine that flooded over the hills, cascading over the damp morning foliage.
"Well, what now?" Jackson asked.

"Hmm..." Winter paused. "It's springtime... I suppose summer and fall?" She said, trying not to laugh at her own ridiculousness.

"Oh gaaaawd!" Jackson protested as he snorted in laughter. "You're so dumb sometimes!" And he wrapped his arms around her rib cage in a huge bear hug, lifting her off the ground. He swiftly carried her back into the bedroom as they both laughed.

"And what if all I want is Winter?" He asked, and he playfully flung Winter's sensual, orgasmic, quintessential masterpiece of strength and feminine beauty onto the soft Egyptian sheets of the luxurious kingsized bed.

"How about we start there?" Jackson said.