The Titan

Chapter 32

Pickle opened his eyes, feeling the softness of the bed over him, and a small amount of weight over his body. His obsidian found themself staring at White's sleeping form over him, having tired her out from their intense copulation, both of them nude with only a sheet partially covering them. It somehow made White look even more sexy. His eyes moved to the nearby table clock, seeing that it was currently six in the morning down on earth.

Slowly moving to make sure he didn't wake up White, Pickle slid out of the bed. His feet hit the cold floor and a pleased hum almost escaped his throat. Reaching down, he grabbed his underwear and pants. His ear twitched as he heard something, softly, making sure his footsteps did not make any sound. He moved towards the door as he put his long hair in a loose ponytail. Stepping out of the room and slowing, Pickle began walking, his bare feet never making a sound. Looking out of the newly inserted widows, White had been the one to order the Androids to add them since she read in the database that viewing is good for the mental health of humans and it was. There was also an increase in the mental health of the Androids. His obsidian eyes looked towards the earth below, it recovered from the times of humans and the alien invasion. Now being able to support life again, he put his large hand on the glass as he walked, dragging it along. His eyes never left the world before him, it was as if he was looking for some unseen and non-existing angle.  

Pickle blinked when he felt something, no more like someone. Looking down he saw an Android. She looked like any normal female Andriod with a blindfold on her eyes and her body covered in the same skin-tight black spandex however, she had one very striking feature. She had red hair, a mahogany red. 

Pickle: Sorry about that.

He said softly and extended a hand towards her, helping her up. 

???: It's alright. I should have been the one watching where I go, apologizes Mr Atlas. 

Pickle: It's done and dusted can't really do much about it now, can we?

An amused chuckle escaped from the Android. It was a bit rough, either from her not talking much or she wasn't getting herself proper maintenance, he speculated.

Pickle: I never got your name.

???: My designation is 22B.

Pickle: You guys should need to work on those.

22B: Well we all had these given to us so long ago so, they just stuck, I guess.

The two began to walk down the hallway, with no destination in their mind, making small talk. 22B was excited internally, she had only gotten to hear the giant human that everyone had been gossiping about since she had been delayed to the field. It was the first time in months that she had returned to the base. Her pod had only shown an image of him at her request. The two of them made small talk, slowly walking down the hallway as the lights kept the area lit. Soon the small talked into laughter as Pickle began telling her jokes.

Pickle: Why should you knock before opening the fridge door?

22B: I don't know.

Pickle: In case there is a salad dressing.

A laugh tore itself from 22B's lips, as much as she hated to admit it those absurd jokes made her laugh for the first time in a long time. 

Pickle: Ok, next one. Why couldn't the sesame seed stop talking? Because he was on a roll~

Her sides began to hurt as she laughed harder, putting her hands to her side she tried to numb the pain but it wasn't working nor was the laughter from her rusted throat stopping anytime soon. She had to stop and sit down, leaning her back against the wall till her throat felt sore and the pain in her sides desensitized. 

Pickle: How about another one?

22B: Oh god! Please...I don-don't think I can take another one of your jokes before being sent to the infirmary.

Pickle: I didn't think my jokes were ginormously bad~

22B tried really hard with all her might but she lost, she collapsed to the floor with weak laughter escaping her lips, as a bit of the pain in her sides returned. Pickle crouched next to her as he moved the collapsed Andriod on her back, putting her in a more comfortable position.

22B: I-I didn't kn-know laughing cou-could hurt thi-this much.

Pickle: Well I never knew Andriods could laugh so hard.

He patted her on her shoulder as he stood up.

Pickle: It should stop in a while. See you around 22!

He waved at her as he walked away, disappearing further down the hallway.

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White slowly blinked as she opened her eyes finding herself on a large bed. A groan escaped her throat that felt sore as she mustered up the strength to push her body. Her arms and legs trembled as she sat up on the bed. Her tired eyes looked around the room finding it empty and for some reason despite the bed being soft, it felt cold.

The door opened the very familiar man entered the room his large hands, ones that groped and sent shivers down her spine all night, were holding a tray with a tea set on it. He came closer and gently put the tray down next to the bedside table.

White: You really shouldn't tempt me like this after how you bent me all night.

Pickle: Are you talking about the tea or me?

Her eyes trailed to his exposed abs, greedily drinking the site.

White: I think you already know.

Pickle felt amused at her slightly slutry tone even thought she was in condition to do much. Reaching forward, he poured tea in a cup and gave it to her. White hands were less shaky compared to before so she held the cup easily. She sniffed the tea, it had a rich and floral smell with a hint of sweetness. Her core quickly searched up the aroma and an answer came up.

White: Jasmine?

Pickle: And honey. I learnt this one from one of my teachers.

She looked at with an amused look.

White: You had teachers?

Pickle: I maybe strong, I am not all knowing plus I like to learn.

A soft giggle left Whites mouth to her it was funny, imaging someone as big as Pickle wearing nerdy clothes, a pair of reading glasses and holding a thick book, reading it like a studious student. As if knowing what she was thinking he rolled his eyes. White took a sip of the tea and a soft moan/hum left her mouth as her pale shoulders visibly relaxed. 

Pickle took a sip and sighed as he felt the soft heat spreading through his body. His old teacher would be proud of him for making such a good tea. Deciding now was a good time than ever, he looked at White. His obsidian with a hint of sickly green met hers.

Pickle: I think I found the viper in the den.