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TDM continuation - Ivy

[subroutined]

[ from here ]

[ Ash she arches into him, his hands spread, one coming up to thread fingers into her loose hair, the other slipping down to grip her behind, lifting her up slightly off his lap. When he sets her back down, he's fully hard in his trousers. His instantly-triggered erection had weirded Martha out, so he thought it best to try to engage it subtly and hope Ivy wouldn't notice or remark on it. ]

[exteriors]

[ thank goodness for that. she's just settled into the normalcy of this, finding some tenderness in a touch that really does feel human. she even giggles again when his hand curves around her ass. it's more than ivy really does when she wants to have sex, almost regressing into the person she was before this bravado. maybe that's a good thing. it might even add to her enjoyment.

she can feel his hardness pressed against her stomach when she settles back into his lap and, grinning, she breaks the kiss to slide her cheek against his. her hands move around to her back so that she can unclasp her bra. ]

[subroutined]

[ Unclasping bras is a good sign. It means she's comfortable moving forward, and that Ash isn't doing anything wrong so far. Confident that she won't slip off his lap, he brings the hand that had been on her arse up to help slip the straps from her shoulders, moving his kisses from her ear down her neck as he does. ]

[exteriors]

[ his skin all a little too smooth beneath her fingertips, lacking the scars of growing up the normal way. it's synthetic, right? didn't he say that? she'll have to ask more about the science of it later on, but right now, all she cares about are the kisses he's dropped down her neck and how she's pulled her arms out of the straps and arched into him again. ]

That – that's good, [ ivy encourages before biting her bottom lip. ]

[subroutined]

[ He breaks contact only to pull off his undershirt, leaving them both bare, then his kisses are back on the join of her neck and shoulder. His hands slip down to hold her hips and he murmurs, ] Hang on.

[ Then, in one fluid motion, he stands, lifting her easily with a strength that comes to him naturally. He turns, laying her down on the bed and crawling to settle on top of her, holding himself up by his elbows as he continues to kiss down her front, neck, collarbone, breast. ]

[exteriors]

[ giggles follow, pleasant giggles, as she settles onto her back, hair two toned hair fanned out about her face. she stretches her arms over her head and hums to herself as he peppers kisses over her skin. this isn't mechanical at all, she thinks, this feels really nice, having all that attention and tenderness. it certainly doesn't feel programmed to another person.

opening her eyes to look back at him, she reaches between them to unbutton her shorts. ] Help me?

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[ He looks down, and once she's unbuttoned the shorts he takes care of the rest, sliding them down along with her panties. Then he pulls off his own sweatpants and underwear, leaving the both of them bare. His hands slide down her sides to settle at her hips as he kneels between her legs.

Before he continues, he checks back in with her to make sure she's alright. ]

[exteriors]

[ she lifts her head a little to watch him in turn, her eyebrows raised, biting her bottom lip. her eyes travel down his form before she finds his gaze again. what are you thinking? she almost asks, but doesn't. ]

I'm ready, [ she whispers, gently reaching out to touch him. ]

[subroutined]

[ With her permission granted, he guides his length inside of her, slow at first but setting up a pulsing rhythm as he begins to thrust in and out, making the bed creak and bounce. ]

[exteriors]

[ none of it feels mechanical. it had been thought in ivy's head when she arranged to meet with him. it's experimental but it's not mechanical. in fact, she likes it. he knows what he's doing – he must have downloaded it somewhere.

she shakes it off. too much thinking, not enough enjoying herself. feels good, having him inside of her, and it's a lot better than the last embarrassing circumstance she found herself in. with her knees bent, she arches into him, moaning softly and encouragingly, stretching her arms over her head. ]

[subroutined]

[ Ash's face remains placidly blank as he goes through the motions, focused on pleasuring Ivy rather than feeling any pleasure himself. He's not built to experience pleasure, only to give it. He picks up the pace of his thrusts once he sees her relax under him, bending his head down to kiss and suck at the join of her jaw and neck. ]

[exteriors]

Oh god –

[ her hands wander, first combing through his hair, then crawling down his back, pressing her fingernails into skin. he won't feel it, but she does it anyway without much of a thought.

her voice turns a little smoky: ] Harder.

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[ All he registers is slight points of pressure from her fingers, but he obeys her command, pressing harder and further with every thrust until the headboard begins to bang up against the wall. ]

text; un: capitalizm

[pillz]

hey robobabe
alanis' day @ sea
& u need to get some fucking color in ur cheeks anyway
(im takin the piss as the brits say
but if u r actually thinkin about it & need like some darker, tan shade fo paint let me know mayb we can work somethin out
he said, n the least racist possible way)
u should come
mayb race some vampires. r u super fast? i didnt ask before
if u arent in2 vampires there r also girls & guys who breathe & shit. itll be awesme

[who could resist such an invitation, really.]

[subroutined]

I don't tan. And even if I could I think I'd burn first.
And I'm not "super fast."
But I'll come. Sounds like a laugh.

[pillz]

laughing is allwoed
fucking is allowed
most shit is allowed but not burnin
did u get apokemon

[subroutined]

Fucking at sea? Sounds difficult, and unsanitary as well.
I didn't. I wasn't sure they'd want someone like me taking care of one.

cw homophobic language, also sorry ive been slow ;w; work orientation+guest. im back now

[pillz]

we all magicallhy immune 2 vd here, i figure they got shit for the sea too
but if ure worried
could fuck by the seaside.
whats > someone like u
dont say some antifag shit thats my area

no worries!

[subroutined]

I'd be immune anyway. But sand can still be dangerous.

[ Could damage his machinery. ]

I only mean an android. Someone who isn't actually alive or human.

[pillz]

sweetheart baby boy & joy of my heartless chest socket
if anbody was gonna give a fuck about that anywhere it wouldnt be most people around here.
they love thy neighbor
even if their neighbor got bolts stickin out where his boy nippels should b
(u dont do u)
(ur pic looks prety normal)

2/2

[pillz]

ill bring a towel 4 u 2 sit on

[subroutined]

I don't. That would sort of defeat the purpose of trying to look normal.

I'll come. May as well, if you're bringing a towel for me. :-)

[pillz]

r u gonna walk ur roomba too
i can bring a han dtowel for him
her
whatever u personifyng pizza shape robots these days

[subroutined]

Does it need the exercise? I think if I brought it, it might just try to vacuum the whole sandy beach.

[pillz]

ure rpobably right
lil motherfucker probably overahcieves
like its daddy did in lil robot school
where they put in his pretty robot hair & robot manners

[subroutined]

I didn't go to robot school. There's no such thing.

[amorexmachina]

[In front of Ash's door on Christmas Eve, he'll find a present and an envelope. The envelope is pale blue with snowflakes and Ash's name printed across the front of it. Inside is a gift certificate for one of Eudio's spas.

The bundled present beneath it is wrapped in plain silver paper and contains a not particularly attractive quilt. While not fashionable, it is made of many different types and textures of fabric.

Neither gift has a name other than Ash's.]

[subroutined]

[ Ash is puzzled by the gifts, but will take them inside, draping the quilt over his sofa. He's unsure what to do with the spa gift certificate, and spends a lot of time just sitting on his sofa, envelope in one hand, the other running over the different fabrics of the quilt. ]

text; un: dreamthief

[pillz]

ash
ash there's anther robot on the interbrg looking 4 software update info

[(internet.)]

ash can you help hm
ash
ash

[subroutined]

Kavinsky. Hello.
Where is he, can you link?
Is he on your new years post?

[ Yes, they all know it was you. ]

Oh, never mind, I think I found him!
Yes, I know him! We've spoken before. I can try to help him with an upgrade, I suppose. If I can't, I know someone who might.

[pillz]

[>:{]

what ny post

[subroutined]

You know. Your "anonymous" post.

>its new years resolutions o clock, kids
>
>share if you dare

[pillz]

> ur
&
> anonymous
seem 2 contradict
a lil bit
dont u fuckin think

[>8{]

[subroutined]

The evidence points to you being the author. And since I found the conversation with Nick, I don't think I'm wrong.

[pillz]

fuckin coincidence

[in his canon, there's a group of lads that specifically says "coincidence" specifically when it is definitely not a coincidence. he doesn't realize he's doing it now.]

[subroutined]

If you say so.

text;

[greyate]

Hey, Ash!

Do you like movies?

[subroutined]

Hi Jean.

I might. I dunno. I've never been to see one.

[greyate]

[ For real? She honestly wants to type that. But refrains. Ash doesn't seem the type to lie or exaggerate. ]

They got a film festival going on right now. Would you like to come with me?

[subroutined]

Sure. It sounds fun!

not here; (cw violence)

[pillz]

[ash/kavinsky, prompt: breakfast]

SIDE A

It's Christmas Eve with your resident neighborhood dream thief. They've been roommates for two years now and it's been ridiculous, but mostly good. Kavinsky knows that it is somewhere in his power to make for Ash what he truly wants; that out of love, comes power. He lies down his bed, a handful of golden pills in his palm, which he plans only to use if he must.

In the morning, she joins them at the table.

The other roommates have rotated in and out since the beginning of their lease; they find her entertaining, harmless, very beautiful; a fleeting curiosity. They ask her over waffles, where she came from. She describes Wiltshire, its barren beauty. She is not an especially gifted chef; the French toast comes out burnt. She picks a fight with Kavinsky when he leaves his used dishes at the table, the maple syrup beginning to stick, demands to know who is looking after her daughter, and accuses him of cheaping out on the drawing pencils he built for her. (He did not. He didn't know what kind to dream.)

But it's worth it. The look on Ash's face after he comes back from his pre-dawn walk, opens the door to find her inspecting the light steaming onto the sofa, looking for the best room to put up her easel. She says: "Oh, there you are. Did you want some company?"

Ash apologizes, automatically. Yes, he did. But it had never occurred to him that he had the right to ask.

SIDE B

It's Christmas Eve with your resident neighborhood dream thief. They've been roommates for two years now.

Kavinsky dreams a Martha for him. She is exactly right: not too kind, and not cruel, like he is.

He planned, initially, on leaving her in the breakfast nook, or under the tree; somewhere that Ash can find her. But he ends up talking to her more than he originally meant to. Checking that she's what Ash described, and also, more than Ash could ever have told him. She remember things that Kavinsky could never know; what he's like to wake up to, in the middle of the night, when his android body needs no sleep but loves to hold you. How patient he is, how steadfast in love and diligent a lover.

How she had almost killed him.

And maybe it is to protect Ash, in the end: that he takes Martha into the backyard, while everyone is sleeping. Lets her watch him dig the hole. Hits her over with the shovel, and pushes the clods over her blank face. He can't be sure, whether it's the risk to Ash himself or the possibility of losing him differently, to this creature of magic and flesh, who would never steal from Ash his happiness, even at the expense of her own broken heart and cold, haunted home.

When Ash comes back from his morning walk, Kavinsky gives him a kiss. "Merry Christmas," he says, dragging him toward the breakfast table huddle. "Didn't get you anything. Come watch us eat."

Ash looks happy enough; he doesn't seem to mind. He never has. Maybe next year--