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Markus entered her apartment for the first time but he did not feel out of place. He recognized smells he smelled for years when he lived with Carl.
Colour. Oil. Chemical cleaning agents. Yet her unmistakable human scent was in the air covered with her masculine perfume, which nonetheless stood up to her. According to his analyses, the perfume consisted of cardamom in the top note, the heart note of cedar, bergamot, lavender, and the base note of vetiver and caraway. He had never understood why people limited themselves to their sexes. As if it is forbidden for a man to use things "for women" and vice versa. The fight for freedom still has a long way to go within society, Markus thought. The fight never seemed to end.
While he looked around her apartment she left her personal belongings. Due to the chilly weather, she wore a fake fur coat and boots with an extra pair of socks, which she dropped around the hallway of her flat.
Markus immediately noticed that she was not a very tidy person but that her mess was limited. Manageable chaos. Her living room was a mixture of living room, dining room and bedroom. Her actual bedroom was converted into a kind of hobby room or Atelier. One corner was separated from the rest where there was the origin of the smell he got to know from Carl. It was an easel with a canvas on top which was covered by a cloth. Various colours stood on the wooden floor covered with newspapers and cloths.
Markus looked at her and watched as she pressed her hands nervously until he carefully took her hands into his. It was weird. He never felt that way about North. Not so strong.
No, he felt more for the woman in front of him than he could have ever imagined. Unlike North, this woman was human, warm, and soft. Very different from his people. She blushed under his peering gaze. Today she wasn't wearing any foundation and all the colours on her face came out. The freckles around her nose and cheeks stood out wonderfully. Despite the absence of the sun in recent weeks. Her nose and cheeks had a slightly redder touch than the rest of her face unless she was just starting to turn red from insecurity and shame under his gaze. Due to the cold outside her ears also had turned deep red. He thought about giving her a hat. He didn't want her to freeze.
She was fascinating.
Markus never thought that after his fight for freedom, the end of his people's slavery to humans, he would fall in love with a female human being of all people.
That's when he realized it. That strange feeling he felt a long time ago. Only approximated with North and had never felt again. Love. He loved her. This young, shy, socially insecure, smart, beautiful, self-determining woman. He loved everything about her. Every flaw she saw in herself. Every imperfection she felt towards herself and every self-confident appearance of being beautiful, no matter what people thought. Everything about her.
Love wasn't blind. He saw everything about her. And he didn't mind. She made him stronger than ever in his short life before. Healed his wounds and gave him strength.
She cleared her throat suddenly which tore him out of his thoughts. "I wanted to show you something." She said quietly and carefully took his hand and pulled him to the easel.
"Are you ready?" She asked in a trembling voice. She was nervous to show him her art. He smiled confidently at her and nodded. Then she carefully removed the cloth from the canvas and stepped aside.
"I knew a painter once." Markus's tone was quiet.
"Oh, yeah? What was he like?" At this question, it was quiet in the room until Markus answered. "He taught me how to paint and so much more." Carl was always his person of contact when he needed advice. Whether in literature, music, philosophy, or the world. Human emotions. Simply everything. He missed him. She laid the cloth on the floor and went to his side. She didn't dare to touch him, though she wanted to do it so much.
"What was your relationship?" It was a strange question. But it suited her unconventional way of thinking. Maybe she just realized that there was a lot going on in him and wanted to help him by talking about his feelings.
"He is my master. My friend. My mentor and my father. Well, rather he was my father. He died some time ago. "Before the two of us met." In the last movement, he turned his eyes away from the picture to look at her and take her hands into his. Without thinking, he kissed the back of her hand. His lips on her skin felt good. They were cold and soft. "You have a style similar to his. Only your paintings show more youthful lightness." She grinned broadly. "That almost sounded like a compliment, so I'll take that." She giggled. It was a wonderful sound in his ears. He hoped to make her laugh more often.
Her smile was a dream. Loud and liberating. "Your image is more than an image of reality. It shows your reality. Your view of things. I like it a lot." As he looked at her smirking, dimples formed on his face and she looked shy, with an equally broad grin on the floor. He really liked the picture. It appealed to him on so many levels. When he looked at it, he felt hope. Hope that humans and androids can live together. Because the fight for equality was not over yet. They may have had it by law but in reality, there were still too many hostilities. She had kept the picture in red and blue. Subliminally you could see two hands holding each other. Red for the blood of a human and blue for the thyrium of an android.
"He must have been an extraordinary man, your father." After he kissed her hands, she stood close in front of him. Turning to him, she looked at him. The picture has become unimportant. She folded her hands behind his neck as he closed his arms around her waist. Physical contact was not only for Markus a long time ago. She too longed for it.
"May I kiss you?" she asked bravely after one last hesitation. Although Markus didn't have to breathe he took in the air with surprise. Did she feel the same way about him as he did about her? Love was a strange construct. After all this time he did not fully understood emotions. Nevertheless, they were fascinating.
Just before everything in the world should change Carl once said to him, "They rule our lives and we have no idea why they make us feel like beggars or kings. Life without emotions wouldn't be worth living."
With her at his side he felt like a king at his queen's side. Markus leaned down a little and pressed his cold lips onto her warm lips. At this moment it was as if Markus had been seeing in colours again for a long time. Before, the world appeared grey. But now he could see the billions of colours. A sheer explosion went through his body. His blue heart was racing. Her right hand was on the back of his head and pressed his face closer to hers. Her lips opened slightly and allowed his tongue in. It tasted different than any person she'd ever kissed. Not bad. Just different. The cool feeling of his tongue was probably the most conspicuous thing that was different from that of a human being. The body heat was missing. But after a short while of their mutual tongue play, he became quite warm. His whole body started to warm up. His systems have reported a steady rise in temperature. The thyrium pump, also the heart of his body beat faster and faster and let blue blood flow through his veins.
She retreated, ended the kiss to get some air, put her forehead to his, and closed her eyes.
She was in love.
Immadly in love with him.
Markus felt her heart beat faster as well. Struck her chest hard as if it was about to jump out of her body. "I want to show you something too," Markus whispered, his forehead still on hers. Then he stepped back a little but without letting her go. Her eyes grew big as she watched him remove his synthetic skin with a light bluish glow at the edges and stand bare in front of her. She could see a little barcode above his left eyebrow. Various markings and places where the parts could be removed. Almost like scars on his face.
"When androids exchange data with each other, we withdraw our synthetic skin. Since we are more than just machines, have feelings, we can also share them." His words made her seem sad. She could never communicate her feelings, thoughts, and fears as he did with his people. He deserved more than someone like her. Maybe they were too different after all.
"Everything okay?" Markus inquired tensely. Her whole face had contracted and seemed taut. With his hand, he raised her face on her chin.
"Stop it. I know exactly what you're thinking." She tried to avoid his gaze. "You probably think I deserve someone else now. Someone from my people. But let me tell you something, I love you. I have never felt so strongly for another being as for you. I love you with all my processors and pumps..." she inevitably giggled at his comparison and she started crying. She was so stupid. Stupid enough to even question him. To think she didn't deserve it.
"I love you, too, Markus." Her words came out rather than sobbing. "With all my heart. With heart and soul." He kissed her again. Hard, deep, and intimate. Her fingers found his smooth, metallic face and stroked his cheek. Clung to it like a drowning one in the sea. "Thank you for showing yourself to me." She cried and he smiled. Kissed her tears away. Markus knew she would understand if she stopped doubting.
"Are you happy?" She just nodded heavily and kept crying, despite the big smile on her face. She didn't get a chance to say a word.
With a movement that was faster than her eyes could perceive and with the flowing grace of a machine, Markus lifted her up. Her legs wrapped reflexively around his waist. The next moment his lips gently striped hers. All it took was a tempting tongue thrust on his part and she eagerly let him in.
Opened up. A new heat blazed up in her, something that made her tears fade under the desire and lust.
She melted on him. His hands held on to her firm, firm butt as he carried her out of the studio into her bedroom and laid her on her soft bed. Not letting go of him, she moved much closer to him. Markus felt her big, bulging breasts pressing against his torso. And then her hips rubbed against his pelvis.
The first time with her he had always imagined himself slowly and carefully. Maybe next time. This was an unbridled desire.
He pulled her loose sweater over her head and her top underneath just to touch her soft skin. She did not let himself be distracted by his touches for too long, wanted to feel his skin on her. Trembling fingers went to the different zippers of his coat. It felt like an eternity until she was able to pull his coat off his shoulders. Then it was his shirt. He took it off and threw it carelessly on the ground. Then his hands found her body again and his lips found her mouth. He gently stroked soft skin. She sighed in his mouth as he stroked her breasts. Still covered by her bra. He felt her nipples erect through the fabric, like buds of a rose. Markus grabbed her bra straps off her narrow shoulders and then set about undoing the clasp behind her back. Impatiently she helped him. Not that he needed help but the moment the fabric stopped covering her breasts he looked at them with relish.
"So beautiful." When he said with a covered voice his fingers glided over the soft and very sensitive underside of the hills. He slid down a bit on her to put a nipple in his mouth which stood up boldly in his direction. He played and sucked on it with relish. Her arms lay on his shoulders, holding on to them. Groaning, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of his tongue on her skin. Soon he slid deeper and deeper on her until he reached her thighs. Meanwhile, his hands freed her from her slip.
She was wet and hot when he spread her thighs. The slit of her sex was wet and silky as his finger slipped along it. She clutched her thighs around him to hold him there. He would not even dream of it to take his hand away from her. Greedily, as if starving to death, he reached down into the refuge of her sex. He was intoxicated by her sweet scent. The heat of their silky core drove him crazy. He couldn't think straight anymore. Machine or not. He was a slave to her. With skin and hair. Metal and plastic. Body and soul. He stroked her wet folds and spread them with his fingers until they opened for him like a flower in spring.
She reared towards him as he entered her, first with one, then with another finger. He filled her out and enjoyed the tightness of her body. The contractions of her body as he pushed her to the climax.
His sensors subliminally heard her hands moving and tampering with his pants. He hissed when her fingers found one away and touched his cock. She took him in her hand and wet her fingers with the moisture dripping on his glans. If she had been in her right mind she would have wondered why he could have such physical reactions, but to be honest, she was not interested in any constitution. She tortured him with slow, rhythmic movements along the whole shaft.
"I want you, Markus. Now." She said hungry and waited for a sign from him. She needed him inside of her. He moaned at her words.
"Yes. Please. I want to be inside you." His counterpart grinned eagerly and pushed him so that he laid back on the bed. She took the remaining clothes that were in her way from his body. His huge erection stood proudly and Markus watched with amazed eyes as she shamelessly climbed onto him and slowly sat on him in agony.
Took him deep.
Somehow he knew he didn't need to expect any hesitation from her. When she was sure what she wanted she took it. Bold, unstoppable. She wanted him. With all her being. Never in his life has he been as happy as he is now. To let go, to surrender completely to her. To love and to be loved by her. Her eyes on his, she began a torturously slow ride on his penis, which was wrapped in her heat.
She felt incredible.
So soft, tight and wet. So fucking wet. His hands found her hip. Moved to their rhythm and held on to them. Groaning, he put his head back and let her take everything he could give her.
He loved her.
She loved him.