Binary Love (18+)

Brave New World

The fresh slide of Blue was temporarily forgotten as Nova felt a hot blush creep across her skin as she remembered the details of last night.

They had stayed awake for most of the night, talking about their lives while they snuggled tightly together in his dark room. She mainly shared lighthearted stories from her past; of wild adventures with the brothers when she lived on the streets, as well as her growing friendship with Rosalind and Harou.

Mark listened attentively, gently running his hand down the bare skin of her back, her thigh. A warm presence not just physically, but emotionally too. Every so often, he would also share little anecdotes of his time on the Mayflower. Nova noticed that none of the stories were particularly explicit, but more along the lines of his observations of others. The different species - their qualities and quirks - fascinated him.

When the conversation had shifted to about them being together and what that meant for them, they didn't get very far, as Mark had interrupted the conversation with more sex. Exhausted, she had fallen asleep soon after.

There was only so much a human could handle.

And it wasn't as much as a cyborg, that was for sure.

The next day Nova was plagued by the new 'official' relationship butterflies in her stomach. She would catch herself sneaking glances of him, her gaze slowly taking in his powerful physique, but it was like he always knew when she was looking. Those gorgeous eyes of his would capture her own, while a knowing salacious smile would spread across his face. Her cheeks would heat with a deep, beet red blush, before she would break eye contact and busy herself with her work again.

This cycle went on for several times, before he kindly broke the silence between them.

"I'm always ready for another round, love." Mark purred. "Just say the word."

He was teasing her...

The bastard.

Nova buried her face in her hands. She could literally feel the heat emanating from her cheeks.

"No thank you!" She squeaked. "I think I need some time to recover."

She wasn't lying either; she ached all over. A pleasant mix of sore muscles, heavy eyes from lack of sleep and that deep languid warmth of satisfaction.

But, by the stars, no more.

She startled when she suddenly felt the wet heat of his tongue lapping at her neck, followed by a good-natured nuzzle.

Strong arms came around her, to pull her into his embrace. Mark chuffed into her hair, trying to cover up his chuckle, but his shaking body gave him away.

"I guess I better restrain myself." Sighing dramatically, he gave her a quick squeeze, before helping to set up another sample slide.

Nova gently chided him with a playful slap to his thigh.

"You better!" She replied, trying to hold back her own laughter.

With a soft clink of glass, Mark set up a fresh slide, carefully placing it under the microscope for her.

"I'll set up the holograms of the previous samples for comparison." He quickly gave her a peck on her cheek, before sliding to his work station. Humming to himself, he tapped away on his interface screen.