Appetence

Archive Log: 40

The thing was, David had always been curious; he had been programmed to be curious, to learn and to react to almost every situation. He was interested in the more intimate side of relationships, he hadn't admittedly contemplated being intimate with Minerva, it was something that had pretty much only come to mind through asking Elizabeth about her and Charlie's interactions. No, despite watching her dreams, he did not muse on her, or them, or anything like that. But his mind did dwell on Minerva.

She had stated something a while ago, while back on Earth; female androids and synthetics, more often than not, were used in clubs, or, David didn't know, nannies, he didn't muse on other androids or synthetics other than them two. Much like himself, Minerva had the capability to be intimate, to have sex. Whether she wanted to, up until this point, David didn't know. They hadn't been close that long, together, yes. But romantically? Not so much. Yes, they kissed, David enjoyed kissing her, he really liked kissing her, and from her reactions, she felt the same with him. But any signs of anything more had never appeared.

Until now, after their conversation, and her so gently asking, in such a formal way. David hadn't moved, he stayed leaning over her, Minerva rubbed her hands over his shoulders. It was a relaxing feeling, David tilted his head and smiled down at her before leaning, and kissing her surely. If he had the option, he wouldn't ever stop kissing her. There was no need to hold back, no need to fear hurting her, because she was unable to hurt. She had a concept of pain, like he did, but as Weyland liked to keep telling them; their feelings really were just an illusion.

David knew one thing was for certain and that was his feelings for Minerva, the girl he first met wired up to machinery; who read stories to him, who dyed his hair and cuddled him close, kissed him with such want and listened to him speak earnestly, was the lone person in this world that David loved with all his being. That wasn't an illusion. It was a fact. Like any human who cared for their other half, he loved her. He never wanted her away from his side, and he would do anything if it made her smile, and be happy.

There was a slight fidget from her when she felt a hand slip under her clean t-shirt, David lingered, keeping his lips close to hers, ceasing kissing if only for a moment. His fingers stroked against her ribs as she looked to the side with a smile, David tilted his head. "What is it?" He asked, resting his body downwards, resting more against her so he could feel her body close to his.

"I think we were made for each other," Minerva's eyes looked at him sidelong. David's eyes looked down at her with a pleased glint, hearing that just cemented everything he had ever thought about her. She fidgeted, her back arching a little as David's hand crept upwards more. She bit her lip and let out a whimpered noise, "Do...do you know what you're doing?" She asked, feeling a hand slip under the bralette she was wearing, her voice wavered when she felt his fingers stroking the underneath of her breast.

"I am doing what feels right." Was David's reply, he tilted his head to the side and watched as she bit her lip and fidgeted underneath him. He frowned slowly, "Unless it doesn't for you?"

"David," her eyes looked darkly up at him. "You are the only person that has touched me like this."

His fingers paused, "What about when you were human?" He asked curiously, her words did strike something in him.

She stroked her fingers over the side of his face, and shook her head slowly. "It was like an interview process...for any boy, or man that showed an interest in me, David." Minerva said honestly, and a little embarrassingly as she looked worriedly at him.

David smiled, "Surely there is nothing to be ashamed of? You have never been touched by a man, and that's the biggest of deals because?" David asked, his spare hand caressing her cheek, reassuring her that there was nothing to be embarrassed about.