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Hovering above Yeva’s hand was a single meat cleaver, crafted from a glowing crimson solver symbol, manifested from thin air. Mitchell observed engrossed, if not frightened, as the woman he loved multiplied the one blade into three, and those three into six, each movement flashing red, holographic code and numbers appearing around them, each blade floating spinning in place. The red-eyed drone flourished the weapons for a short while, messing around, possibly for some minor entertainment.

Then, ending the show, Yeva closed her fist, the objects dematerializing, and the solver vanishing with one last explosive glow, like a camera flash. The woman stared down dejectedly as she sealed her powers, that dour look inciting sympathy from Mitchell.

“You feeling okay, Yeva?” Mitchell's voice dropped to a whisper, looking to his side. He was supposed to be on the seat parallel to her couch in the counselor's room, but that was a long-gone routine.

She gave a quick, unsure nod, still downcast. These powers must be stressing her out, I mean that was obvious, Mitchell concluded, scratching the back of his concealed head.

For a moment, his attention was forced onto the clipboard shaking in his gloved hands. He cycled through pages, needing to document his findings. Reaching the desired chart: a list of solver abilities, he scanned through it, checking all the same little boxes as the last session.

Move. Check.

Rotate. Check.

Create. Check.

Destroy. Check.

Edit. Check. 

She had just about every ability the solver offered, and she already mastered them after only a month of infection, and seemingly little to no physical side effects or mutations have reared their grotesque heads. Then he grew more discontent. The psych eval had gone, not gone as smoothly, he noted his masked expression growing more sullen. He read over his concise lab report, written in a blue ink pen.

9/23/3051

Subject 048, ID: Yeva reports feelings of internal discomfort and pain in the chest. The subject has also identified a behavior change. It has claimed it feels a form of hunger, or desire towards the scent, or sight of human blood, or the petroleum coolant present within standard worker drones. It also states that these feelings are quite tenuous and easy to ignore. The subject has reported feelings of paranoia and a spike in stress and fear. The solver has remained stable as of now. Continued vivisection or testing is not recommended.

That last part was his feeble attempt at sparing her from another traumatic experiment, he knew his words would be ignored by the other members of the research team. They didn’t care how afraid she was. Noticing his grip on his JcJ branded pen become furiously tight, he took a soothing, slow breath to control his swirl of frustrated emotions.

His gaze returned to the ever-reserved Yeva on the other end of the sofa, in her standard seated position. Hugging her legs closely to her chest, sitting in a fetal position, her face expressionless, but he could see beyond that cliff-faced exterior and knew how much this solver was troubling her. 002 or Nori, as he should say, took to her powers as a gift, using them recklessly for entertainment, and to wreak havoc across the facility, whereas Yeva saw it as the curse it was. He shuddered for a moment, remembering the time she approached him for comfort and solace, one of her eyes stabbed out, oil streaming down from the broken visor. God, it made him cry. Still staring at her, a previous anger growing stronger. She didn’t want this, they forced these powers onto her. 

As he kept his eyes on her, his mind began to wander into that endless sappy affection he had for the woman. This solver did little if anything to lessen this love, the more ignorant moronic version of him from a year ago would’ve been terrified, but now gazing into those iridescent rubies, and luscious purple locks. Let’s say the solver became irrelevant by comparison.

However, wholesome thoughts soon turned impure as his eyes wandered from her beautiful face down towards her legs, or what was partially concealed behind them. Flushing pink he was ashamedly entranced. Sweat racing down, he rode on a new train of thought. He must’ve never noticed it before, or at least never considered it based on old-world views, but the Cabin Fever uniform for the test subjects was fairly revealing. 

Perhaps it was only he who found it this way; all the other humans saw these drones as little more than computers with a pair of legs and arms, but he, with his newfound attraction towards the automatons, or at least one specific, amazing worker drone, now found himself flustered and aroused.

Besides the one low-cut nightgown, which was fairly short in length, the drone test subjects, most women, wore nothing. There was one other article that did little to make him less horny, a choker, with the laboratory logo plastered on it, it was almost more of a collar. 

Still staring, somewhat disgusted with himself, he realized she had positioned herself to give him an enticing view of her rear. Was she teasing him, or was he just being a pig? Look at that, he admired whoever designed these robots, giving them human-like aspects. Her plastic metal synth breastplate almost resembled boobs. She had curvaceous metal thighs and hidden behind them was a plump enticing ass made from a smooth, soft synthetic material, marked with that tantalizing hammer and sickle tattoo. Chuckling, he noted, all the drones here are essentially going commando. 

He knew just beneath that panel lay her opening, he remembered the few times he had the pleasure of being inside it, soaking wet and fiercely tight. God, she was so hot, his activating neurons screamed. The more the image became etched in his mind, the more titillated he became, feeling the growing desire in his pants. Alone, his attraction towards her figure would be short-lived, but this was the body attached to this wonderful woman, elegant, caring, and adorably reserved at times, the person he had fallen in love with. The combination of these two factors made her irresistible to his monkey brain. These sessions were unmonitored, and his mind rationalized. 

He could’ve laughed at his emotional journey, sympathy turning into bitter anger, and that anger became a wellspring of romantic thoughts, those thoughts becoming lewd. Placing a hand to his gas mask visor, he cursed himself. Yeva probably didn’t enjoy feeling this physically exposed, especially if these drones had just as much emotional awareness and capability as humans; that was barely even a question anymore. Now here he was ogling at her like a filthy cave-man-brained old man, they were lovers so in a vacuum he should be more than allowed to appreciate her physical traits, but their love had unfortunate circumstances. 

Yeva's life was miserable. She never had control or autonomy of her own damn body, being strung along like a lab rat here in Cabin Fever, and lord knows what before. They have had sex, multiple times now, and throughout their exploration of each other's bodies, he made several rules for himself. One Yeva has to initiate the act, not him, never him, even if he were horny beyond rational thought, he would wait for her to make the first move. Two, this was a Nori-inspired law; Yeva’s pleasure comes before his, no matter what. That rule was hard to enforce, being the bottom he was. Three he has to double, triple, fuck quadruple check if he had her full consent and comfort. Three factors emphasized this: she was a woman, she was a drone, and she was a test subject.

“Митчелл. (Mitchell.)”

Maybe he was overthinking all of this, that he should treat her as if she were a normal person, but he can’t just ignore her trauma for his convenience. If he asked her, “Hey, your hot, let’s fuck.” Who knows how she might interpret that? he didn’t want Yeva to think he was a creep, or to make her feel unsafe around him. However, his mind drifted back and forth like a rocking boat. From his experiences with Yeva, he had learned just how enthusiastic she can get. But even then, the last thing he wanted to be was another human violating her, using her. Maybe they should just pass the time doing something family-friendly, he internally joked. A language lesson, perhaps, his understanding of Russian was getting better, though. Maybe play a game with her, some Tetris, Arkanoid, Centipede, or Galaga, and let Yeva humiliate him some more. She was a video game champion.

“Митчелл. (Mitchell.)”

Crap! His mind exclaimed, he could’ve brought his handheld, he must’ve forgotten it. God he was dumb, blew 800 SFC on that and he kept forgetting he even owned it. He’d forget his head if it wasn’t attached to his body. Good going Mitch, tried to do something nice for her and now you're just perving on her, real classy. Some boyfriend you turned out to be, he thought, frowning.

“Митчелл! (Mitchell!)”

Yelping, Mitchell’s thought train derailed and fell off a cliff, exploding into a mushroom cloud of embarrassment. No longer zoned out, he met Yeva eye to eye, the drone going from stoic to smug, he knew what that smirk meant. 

“What’s up, Yeva!” He announced in his anxious yet spirited voice, like that of a Boy Scout. She gave a sonorous chuckle, a blush on her screen, and then she spoke bluntly.

“Вы хотите заняться сексом? (Do you want to have sex?)” 

“Hell yeah!” Bellowed in his mind.

“Oh no, not at all, what gave you that idea?” He stuttered out, giving a goofy grin hidden behind his mask. Yeva rolled her eyes, now irritated, glancing downwards. She signaled for him to look where she observed.

Looking down, the obvious tent in his suit was now apparent. His face went red as he shifted his sitting position to conceal it. He cursed human biology, his built-in snitch. Looking back at the woman, she appeared confused, as if asking him the question, “So?” wordlessly. With rapid defeat, he sighed, choosing to simply confess his emotions on the matter.

“So, maybe I do want to, just a little.” He chuckled, pinching his fingers together to emphasize the claim. Before Yeva could get a word in edgewise, he kept speaking, his hands adding theatrics to his speech.

“But if you don’t, that’s completely fine, 'cause um it’s up to you! I’m not forcing you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with! What you choose to do is entirely up to you, and I’m sorry for staring at you, it’s just I hadn’t realized your outfit is kind of, um, revealing, I guess. I mean, I know it’s just a nightgown, but it’s really small and thin, and when you sit like that, I mean, you were just sitting so like, it’s my fault for finding it, um, attractive!”

Yeva’s expression flashed from smug, to irritated, to confused to stoic as he simply refused to let her speak. She sighed, beginning to shuffle towards him.

“I mean not that I don’t find you attractive, that’s not what I mean, I do think you’re hot, but like hot for a person, I wouldn’t objectify you, god I would never, I fell in love with you because of who you are, not your um, body, so I’m sorry. I mean 'cause you know.”

He was silent as Yeva placed one of her small plastic fingers on his mask’s filter, shushing him, both his brown eyes going from her digit to her red orbs half obscured by indigo bangs. Taking a deep, annoyed breath, she was finally allowed to speak.

“Митчелл. Я хочу сделать это с тобой. Я специально так сидел. Почему мне расстраиваться, что ты находишь меня привлекательным? Я влюблен в тебя. (Mitchell. I want to do this with you. I sat like that on purpose. Why would I be upset that you find me attractive? I'm in love with you.)” She listed out in a controlled, matter-of-fact tone, like a lecturing parent. 

Mitchell was still in a state of shock, then, after a delay, the information pierced his cranium, now ashamed that his more pathetic side took the helm. He did have a mental laugh at his answered question, she was trying to rile him up.

“Митчелл, мы делали это уже много раз, если ты хочешь меня, просто спроси. Скажу я да или нет, я не буду думать о тебе хуже. (Mitchell, we've done this many times before. If you want me, just ask. Whether I say yes or no, I won't think any less of you.)” Her stern voice went more lenient and caring, removing the finger, she grabbed the side of his blue helmet.

“И ты можешь смотреть на мои активы сколько хочешь. (And you can look at my assets as much as you want.) There it was, that succubus within her, the switch had flipped, and Mitchell, while intimidated, couldn’t say he wasn’t excited, well, his physical reaction gave that away, he reminded himself, looking down at his groin, feeling a slight twitch. However, Yeva would rein herself back in for just a moment to let out a threat.

Но мне лучше не замечать, как ты смотришь на остальных. Или еще. (But I better not catch you staring at the others. Or else.)” She threatened, crimson eyes going fierce for a moment,t injecting terror into his veins.

“Understood! I would never.” He sputtered out, it’s not like he wasn’t confident he could fulfill that goal. His eyes were for her only, the other women might as well have been stick figures compared to her gorgeous body. Then Yeva gripped the front of his gas mask, her other hand grabbing its straps from behind his head.

“Для начала сними эту нелепую штуку. (First, take off this ridiculous thing.)”

“Oh, uh, yep.” 

“Я хочу увидеть твое лицо. (I want to see your face.)”

Trembling slightly, Mitchell aided her in the process of removing his gas mask and the back covering of his cobalt hazmat suit. The items he removed, he placed on the dark wood coffee table parallel to the couch. With the veil removed, Mitchell's messy jungle of brown hair was released. Any hope of styling it is an effort in futility. 

Yeva observed his bright eyes and youthful face, feeling a spark in her processor. Mitchell was a very handsome man by human standards; to her, he could’ve been a male model. If that weren't for his wild, unkempt hair and five o'clock shadow. However, she found those traits more endearing than detracting. Well, she found almost everything about him delightful.

Her thought process was far simpler than her lover's. A simple straight path to what she desires, unlike the meandering maze Mitchell’s brain traversed to come to a basic conclusion. She was stressed, worried, and bored. The tedium of her life that had once been agonizing had become exponentially worse with the introduction of this Absolute Solver. Shuddering her once aroused mind that now visited dark locations.

This affliction, this mutating disease, had effects on her mind she couldn’t fully understand yet. Holding her gloved hand to her chest, she ruminated on this third persona emerging. She heard whispers from the air, and a different form of hunger, something more bloodthirsty. These thoughts were few and far between but with each passing day, she felt them become more prominent, growing in strength, and frequency. This dread that cast shadows on her, made her core cower. So she needed him. Her lustful hunger overpowering this solver-driven one, or the two may have fused.

Gazing at the adorable anxious face, made her crave his warmth, his body, she needed it now more than ever. She internally laughed, an act you wouldn’t assume she did with her phlegmatic guise. Grabbing his shoulders, putting her mouth up to his ear she issued her second command, her mechanical body now quivering, LEDs burning brighter.

“Лечь. (Lie down.)”

Her hushed breaths against his ear caused him to shiver, and she furthered this teasing by running a finger sensually down his broad chest causing him to chuckle nervously, clearly flustered. 

“Yep.” He stammered out, repositioning his body. He moved his legs up on the couch, Yeva having to dismount the furniture for a brief moment to give him room to lay his body on the velvet sofa.

With him in the correct pose, Yeva climbed on top of him, straddling his lap, sitting on his stomach, rising up and down slowly with his breathing, her breaths heavy, and rough, exhaling arousal. She placed both her gloved hands against his solar plexus. As per usual, that glowing worker drone symbol that marked her chest became a blinking animated red heart, pumping with lustful desire. She would never let it be known, but she adored being dominant, feeling in control after a life of subjugation.

With her now glaring down at him with blazing scarlet eyes, as per usual, Mitchell was mesmerized. Those previous anxieties and protests fell quiet as he appreciated Yeva, and her at times dominant nature. She was so bewitching as she unclasped and removed her latex gloves, dropping them on the coffee table. The same happened to her lanyard, being looped around her head and thrown onto the table. Then her hands touched his chest once more. She looked annoyed for a second.

“Тебе всегда приходится носить этот костюм? (Do you always have to wear this suit?)” She hissed, despising the thick, layered lab-issued hazmat suit. He lightly laughed.

“It is lab protocol.” He timidly joked. Yeva rolled her eyes and groaned. She then lifted herself up, getting on her knees.

With a hand flourish, she manifested the solver on her hand in a red glow, a spinning symbol between her fingers. The Solver symbol also appeared on her right eye. Mitchell faltered for a moment but trusted she knew what she was doing, whatever that was. This question was soon answered as he observed his mouth agape as a small red solver symbol materialized on his suit’s zipper, rapidly unzipping it, the same fate occurring to his coverall. His uniform undone, his towering erection was in full view, pulling up his boxers, which were already stained and damp by copious precum. Looking back, seeing his rising tent, Yeva smirked subtly, then stared back at his nervous expression with glowing vermilion eyes. That’s one way to use those powers, he mentally humored while gulping.

“So, I guess we’re doing this. Are you sure?” Mitchell stuttered out with an unsure smile. The answer was obvious, as pointed out by Yeva’s bewildered scowl. She groaned frustratedly. 

“идиот, почему это все еще вопрос? (Idiot, how is that still a question?)” 

“Just got to be sure, you know.”

He gave a subdued laugh. Shy sweat ran down his neck.

“This certainly isn’t going on the lab report, huh, Yeva?”

She gave no response, sitting back down, locking eyes with his torso, and beginning to rub her hands against his toned muscles. She was caught in a trance of her own.

“Um, Yeva.” Mitchell innocently called out. For once, her words didn’t come out confident or clear. Yeva stuttered for once.

“Ты стал более мускулистым. (You’ve gotten more muscular.)”

“Oh.” Enlightened and flattered, Mitchell blushed bashfully, rubbing the back of his head. 

“Yeah, I’ve been hitting the gym more, lifting heavier stuff than usual, wanted to upgrade.” 

He had bulked up a decent bit since the last time he and Yeva had intercourse. He was ecstatic she noticed, he guessed the hazmat suit masked it. Truthfully he had started increasing his workout just to see her reaction, she seemed to like his muscles a lot, hell she was still hypnotized. And here he felt guilty ogling at her, the tables had been turned, in more ways than one. That hard work was worth it.

“See something you like.” He stated, trying to be flirty, failing when his voice cracked, and his words came out jumbled. However, his voice went through one audio receptor and out the other.

“Митчелл. (Mitchell.)”

He jumped slightly, her sudden speaking surprised him.

“Uh, Yeah.”

“Пожалуйста, продолжайте ходить в спортзал. (Please keep going to the gym.)”

Nervousness fading, he smiled genially, giving her a two-fingered salute. 

“As you command.” 

They both took a pause. Yeva looked away, embarrassed at her attraction, the blush on her visor switching contexts. He was attractive, with that defined body of his, abs built from diligence. Her body was created for her in an assembly line, as a human, and how Mitchell appeared was up to him, and he certainly chose the correct lifestyle, at least for her tastes. She mentally pouted; she was supposed to be in charge, be the alluring one. Facing back, there was the necessary question.

“Сколько времени у нас есть. (How much time do we have?)”

Caught off guard and now worried, Mitchell sputtered for a moment, eyes darting around the counselor’s room for the analog clock. Reading it, he took a breath of relief. They had a good thirty or forty minutes before the session ended—plenty of time, he hoped.

“Um, we have about thirty-five minutes, Yeva.” 

Hearing the good news, she decided to act, the two having enough time.

“Хороший. (Good.)” One word she said, sultry and sensually, before grabbing his open hazmat suit and forcing him upwards with lust-driven strength. His bulky arms wrapped around her thin waist, as her arms repositioned themselves around his head and hair, their heads rushing towards each other.

The delectable taste of each other's mouths filled them as their lips interlocked, and their tongues intertwined. All other thoughts vanished, being replaced with empowered pleasure, and infatuation. Yeva’s grip on his head grew fiercer, pushing him against her. His arms found their place enveloping her back, one finding its way into her head of purple hair, gloved fingers running through it. 

With light muffled moans, Yeva’s tongue explored Mitchell’s mouth, the man couldn’t help but notice it was longer than before, it felt different, and her saliva’s taste was ever so slightly dissimilar. A certain metallic nature he had become used to and fond of now had hints of pungent flesh. He chose to ignore this and the slight unease it gave him. He felt way too fantastic to start protesting once more, god she was incredible. For once, he knew he needed to ignore his paranoia and indulge in his immaculate lover and the pleasure she gave him. He leaned back, his arms bringing Yeva down with him, the woman lying on his torso as they got lost in each other’s warmth, Yeva’s pulsating core in rhythm with his beating heart.

She was aggressive, his tongue forced into submission as she shoved him back into the couch cushions. He could almost laugh, all that muscle of his was for show, as Yeva, who stood at four feet four inches, and was possibly less than half his weight of one hundred eighty-two pounds, had complete authority in bed. On that thought train, he much preferred the comfort of a couch with bright lighting to doing it in a cold, murky cave. One who announced their sexual deed like an intercom via echoes.

With a moist pop, their mouths disconnected, both huffing hot lustful breaths, a long strand of their infused saliva connecting their mouths. The string of drool was severed as Mitchell sealed his lips. His eyebrows communicated his confusion, it was a rather premature end to their steamy makeout session.

“Um, Yeva, you okay?” He asked between heated breaths.

Yeva elevated slightly, still seated on his pelvis, her thighs hugging the side of his body. He tried to rise but found himself forced back down, lying flat on the couch. The LEDs in her hand were glowing luminously, but they paled in comparison to her lustrous eyes, glaring down at him with ravenous, almost predatory desire, heavy erotic breaths leaving her salivating mouth. It wordlessly told him, “I need it now.” She was under lascivious hypnosis, and her hunger only rose as she removed one of her hands from his chest. The limb found its way to her pelvis, hitching up her nightgown to reveal her vaginal panel, lubricant flowing like rivers from its seams, making wet spots on his already clammy undergarments. 

Mitchell’s expression went dumbstruck as he blinked several times. Yeva’s almost intimidating red-eyed leer left him in awe at her beauty and scarousal at her dominance. The same hand then pinched the protective panel, popping off the thin plastic like a TV remote casing, the woman letting out a faint moan. As she moved it down the other end of it was coated in fluids, both viscous and watery, her opening soaking wet. Yeva was incredibly horny and needy to the point where it always caught Mitchell off guard. This was probably due to a life of forced celibacy. Her only past sexual experiences are more than likely debaucherous or undesired.

Once again, sympathy for his lover’s life found itself attempting to overpower his lust. However, once her hand was placed on his boxer’s waistband the drone pulled them down with force, setting free his throbbing well-endowed cock which rested against her rear, the woman's scarlet eyes going wide with excitement, the message was clear. His courteous, chivalrous, and at times stupid mind should take a break, and just let Yeva take what she wanted.

With sonorous giggles, relishing in his groans, she ground the wet entrance of her built-in fleshlight against his member, which was already slicked by his precum leaking from his tip. As she slid on his large twitching dick it sent a stream of pleasured jolts through his body, having to grit his teeth and close his eyes. 

Yeva lifted herself upwards on her knees giving enough room for this still pulsating cock to stand straight. She looked upon it with desperation, needing it to be where it belonged. Staring at his member, thick, veiny, she ruminated. Human male genitalia were quite large, Mitchell’s being almost half her body length, beating out the modifications they made for worker drones with male personas by quite a margin. As such,h many drone women and some drone men fantasize about the concept of intercourse with human males. Such as a certain seafoam-eyed acquaintance of her’s. Others were repulsed by the concept, those being her closest confidant, Nori, and her “friend” Alice. 

As for her, she couldn’t care less whether it was a metallic modification or organic flesh. What mattered was that it belonged to the man she adored with all her heart, its size and girth being just a bonus. She giggled internally; she was quite lucky. Human dicks were sizable in general, but Mitchell’s was considered large even for his species. With her hand, she positioned it right on her rubbery labia, her blinking red pubic light inviting inside, her vulva kissing his leaking tip, the man releasing another groan. She then met his bashful gaze.

“Митчелл. (Mitchell.)”

Gasping, her words snapped him out of a daydream. 

“Ye-yeah Yeva?” He stuttered, eyes going from their soon-to-be conjoined genitalia to her lustful eyes and that gorgeous face.

“Помните, внутри. (Remember, inside.)” She commanded, her sultry tone oozing desire. 

“Mhm.” That was all he could utter.

His seductress gave him one last leer, one last moment's respite before she smashed down onto his rigid dick with a wet slap and two simultaneous euphoric moans. She already went all the way down to his base, his entire cock now engulfed in artificial heat, washing lubricant, and extreme pressure. It sent tremors through his body, his hands digging into the sofa, and his toes curling, it felt so fucking amazing his mind exclaimed, neurons blasting like fireworks.

“Блять (Fuck)” Yeva hissed in a whisper, only being forced to stop for a brief moment. As soon as she had a taste of this addictive ecstasy she needed more, and quickly. She lifted herself upwards with her hands, and then slammed down again, repeating this action until she formed a rhythm, bouncing on his stiff cock, releasing a symphony of blissful moans, and wails. 

Enraptured and engrossed, Mitchell began to aid Yeva in her process, thrusting upwards in sync with her slams, skin-slapping against metal as he rammed, his testicles hitting her rear. With both hands, he held tightly onto her waist, moving her petite body up and down until her speed became rapid. A pace only an athletic human woman could match.

He had penetrated deep inside her, her soft synthetic folds enveloping his dick in a moist and tight embrace squeezing it of its precum. He was still getting harder, his cock bulging. Her insides were always stretched to their limits, taking his massive self in. Yeva's delight and devotion were emoted on her visor, eyes morphing into one large animated red heart, vibrating like a smartphone for the love of her life. She was entranced in passion, as if her processors were recoded to produce one emotion, pleasure.

The sounds of wet slaps and a unified duet of gasps, moans, and groans filled the counselor's room. The couch they acted on squeaked, its springs further helping Yeva jump on Mitchell’s member, the sofa acting almost as a makeshift trampoline. 

Hyperventilating, Mitchell repositioned his hands, black rubber gloves now clasping Yeva’s rounded ass, squeezing it, one of which covered that tattoo of hers. He was still maneuvering her upwards and downwards. His pants nearly became a laughing matter. Yeva was way too intense for him, and as she jumped up and down, he felt himself getting shoved into the couch. He could hear her servos and motors powering her leg joints to their max. Her pubic light, shaped as a triangular arrow, grew in lumens, like a red star glistening above her drenched entrance. 

She hadn’t bothered to remove her nightgown, the article of clothing flapping up and down as she bounced, its hem getting damp. She unleashed heavy erotic breaths, mouth agape, occasionally yelping or moaning. Her plastic digits dug into his chest. Her core temperature was climbing, internal heat rising. Her torso became an oven, and Mitchell could feel it. On her monitor, the heart began to share a room with a high-temperature warning. 

His heart smashed violently against his sternum; he felt anticipation join in the whirlpool of emotions swirling in his head, fuzzy with rapture. He was getting close, pleasure heating, building up in his dick like magma in a volcano. She wouldn’t let up, becoming even faster somehow, perks of being a robot. The idea of warning her of his coming orgasm, or pleading for her to slow down, would fall on deaf ears, so it's best to just let it happen. 

“Вы приближаетесь? (Are you getting close?).” She questioned between breaths, almost teasingly, one of her eyes returned, replacing the heart to gaze at him, the orb glistening scarlet. 

Mitchell couldn’t formulate a sentence in his euphoric stupor, so he just nodded. She nodded back, smiling slightly, the act difficult with her ecstasy. 

Clenching his teeth, there was no point in holding back, she felt too fucking incredible. Moments before his release, his mind simply became a tidal wave of praise and admiration for Yeva. The perfect person, everything he wanted. Beautiful, caring, smart, adorable, and now more obvious than ever, really sexy. He won the life lottery by meeting her, if only it had been under different circumstances than this sterile laboratory. 

Huffing and building up, ready to burst, Mitchell's arms returned to Yevas's back as she rose to her highest degree, then slammed down as hard as she could with his support. At that moment the floodgates were broken and he came thick viscid streams of cum into her fleshlight, burrowed deeply in her folds. Yeva had to force a hand on her mouth to mute her squeals. Her legs twitched as the syrupy semen pumped into her, the creamy white drink flooding her innards, acting as a coolant. 

He groaned loudly, Yevas's other hand clawing into him, her back arching. Every time they had sex he came rivers into Yeva, her pussy constricting him, practically squeezing him of his fluids. Her entire entrance was filled with his milky, gooey cum. The woman herself was addicted to the feeling of him coming inside, ashamed to admit it even mentally. She would be infuriated if he had dared pull out even once. To her, it was the most intimate action they performed; it was them becoming one. However, a deeper desire of hers was to be able to bear a child, his child. But that would require bending the laws of nature and robotics. If only Mitchell had code. 

Soon his dick ran dry, signaling her to disconnect which she did. Rising from his cock, letting the exhausted limb escape her interior, Mitchell let out a weary breath as it did so. Drained of its fluids his dick quickly shrunk from its once great size, going soft and flaccid. Both lovers were huffing and panting in unison.

Mitchell’s arms went limp, finally letting go of Yeva's magnificent, dainty body, one resting between the couch cushions, and the other dangling by the side of the couch. Her pumping pixelated chest heart still beat longingly for him as his cum began to drip and leak from her quivering pussy, its consistency like warm honey. This would mark their fifth time doing this lewd act. His mind hazy, still filled with words of adoration for his robotic love, he blurted out the first thing to come to his mind.

“Yeva, have I ever told you you're beautiful?” 

The way those words left him would lead one to suggest he had just run a marathon, not even the cold AC air could stop his sweat. Yeva bestowed him a genuine warm smile as opposed to her seductive one.

“Да, я в курсе. (Yes, I'm aware.)” 

“I’m sorry for staring at your ass earlier, that was rude.”

She grumbled.

“Митчелл, все в порядке, я не против. (Mitchell, it's okay, I don't mind.)” 

He frowned, the rippling effects of his orgasm making him speak his mind.

“No, it’s just that you’ve probably been through so much, and people treat you so horribly. I don’t want to objectify you. But like you're so hot, it’s hard, you know. But when I point that out, I feel like a weirdo.” 

She shushed him, her voice losing that sultry tone, going stern, authoritative but caring, like a strict parent.

“Митчелл, я должен повториться. Почему я должна расстраиваться из-за того, что мужчина, которым я одержима, находит меня физически привлекательной? (Mitchell, do I have to repeat myself. Why should I be upset that the man I'm obsessed with finds me physically attractive?)” 

Before he could utter another word, she cut him off, placing a hand gently on his cheek.

“Да, ты прав, я никогда не контролировал свое тело, но я предпочитаю делать это с тобой. Это чувство освобождения. Ты заставляешь меня чувствовать себя человеком. (Yes, you are right, I have never felt in control of my body, but I choose to do it with you. It's a liberating feeling. You make me feel human.)”

These words touched him and gave him clarity. The conclusion was an obvious answer that really shouldn’t have taken him this long to figure out, but here he was. He was allowed to find his girlfriend hot and admire her beauty. He chuckled to himself. Man, I can be so clueless he noted.

Yeva knew and was grateful he cared so much, and that he was so aware of the traumas that plagued her life as a worker drone, humans treating her as either a slave, object, or lab rat. But what she wanted more now than anything was this equal treatment she was denied. She wasn’t made of glass, she wasn’t an object; she was a person. A woman. His woman and he were her man. But her rational mind now resurfacing, they had maybe five minutes left, according to the timer she set on her internal screen. 

“Митчелл, давай приведём себя в порядок. (Mitchell, let's get ourselves cleaned up.)”

The stoic reserved Yeva returned, and along with it, Mitchell achieved post-nut clarity. His eyes went wide when he realized they had five minutes to make it look like they didn’t just have sex. Jumping into action, he panicked.

“Oh my god, you're right! Jesus, I didn’t bring any tissues, what are we going to do?”

As he tried to rise from the couch, Yeva began to wobble on top of him, almost falling, the woman grabbing onto him.

“Митчелл! (Mitchell!)” She cried out angrily, trying to control the thrashing man. Upon realizing he almost made her fall, he quickly froze, frantically apologizing.

“Oh Jesus, I’m so sorry, Yeva, man, I'm an idiot, I'm sorry, you're fine, right?”

She took a frustrated sigh, sliding off Mitchell's now-fluid-filled lap and onto the tile floor. She scoured the couch and found her discarded panel. Her legs trembled as she hobbled around.

“I’m sorry, Yeva,” he repeated.

“Достаточно. Идиот (Enough idiot.)” She hissed with a half-playful anger, causing him to finally calm down.

She turned her attention to the coffee table. Lifting her hand, the solver appeared in a red glow. Mitchell watched in shocked awe as, before his eyes, crafted from the air molecules reformed and manipulated, a box of tissues appeared, molded by her powers. The act finished, and Yeva dematerialized the absolute solver. He gave astonished chuckles.

“That’s nifty, huh?” 

Yeva took one tissue and used it to gently wipe his cum which was still oozing from her pussy, each wipe making her release a subdued moan. Once complete, she popped her concealing panel back on. Then, turning to him, her face impassive, she handed him the box of tissues. He accepted it, still flustered and extremely tuckered out, the bones in his legs feeling like mush. 

Both still reveling in their aftermath, they had one tired thought they shared. They had a lot of cleaning to do.

Chapter Text

Carefully, the set of tongs trembling in his hands, Mitchell placed a fourth horseshoe magnet on Yeva’s obsidian helmet, the item attaching with a weak electric spark, Yeva wincing as she felt its magnetic energy jumble her systems. Mitchell frowned beneath his gas mask, kneeling, already stuttering out an apology between exhausted pants.

“I’m sorry. I know this hurts Yeva, but it’s the procedure. You need at least four of them.” 

Yeva nodded quickly, wobbling slightly from her loopy head, courtesy of the magnets, and her sore, tightened leg joints, courtesy of Mitchell and his unit.

“Is everything okay? Is your internal temperature fine? Are your sensors okay? I can get you some WD-40 for your legs. Would you like that?”

“Митчелл, я в порядке. (Mitchell, I'm fine.)” She sighed, feigning annoyance at his constant concern. At times, however, she was genuinely annoyed. While he treated her like royalty, occasionally it became more parental in tone, which she didn’t enjoy; she wasn’t a child. 

“Are you sure? Cause it wouldn’t be a hassle for me at all, when we get outta here, I can run over to the warehouse and-”

“Митчелл. (Mitchell.)” Yeva interrupted sternly, effectively silencing him.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered defeatedly. Dejection became his primary emotion for a moment until Yeva gripped his hand, the warmth it provided informing him she wasn’t mad or irritated. The sadness quickly washed away as he formed a genuine smile. 

They gripped each other tightly, gazing into one another's loving eyes, both reminiscing slightly on the passionate act that had just occurred on the sofa behind them. The man internally humored that Yeva had already recovered from the steamy action, whereas he still sounded like he had just done three rounds in a boxing match. Still, there was a hint of sadness wafting in the air, both secretly containing a desire to continue that was denied by the system and the structure in which their love was confined.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said casually, melancholically pointing a finger at the counselor’s room exit door. Yeva nodded again not breaking her expressionless gaze.

Hand in hand they walked up to the heavy hydraulic door. He was relieved to know that unlike last time there were no unwanted listeners, these rooms were encased in thick concrete walls lined with metal reinforcement. Flushing a rose blush he also acknowledged Yeva now understood the need to mute her ecstasy. Clipping the clipboard with the attached lab report to his belt, Mitchell whipped out his low-level keycard, sliding it through the scanner. With a green flash, it spoke back to him in text-to-speech.

“Access granted.”

With a steam exhaust, the door swung open with a thunderous clang. Before they could exit Mitchell felt the comfort of Yeva’s grasp disappear causing him to glance toward her, disheartened, but not confused. She shared the same look of disappointment. Appearances needed to be kept up, this was her attempt to spare him from increased mockery, not that it truly aided in lessening the immature bullying. At first, his insecurity told him that she simply didn’t enjoy holding his hand, but she made it very clear that wasn’t the case whenever she noticed his low spirits. 

With a slight bittersweet grin, he pondered how he’d treat his lovely drone. If it was up to him, and if she were okay with it he’d carry her in his arms bridal style everywhere like the beautiful queen she is. Safe, secure, she’d probably pretend to despise it, but he felt confident that she adored being carried. 

Man, he was obsessed, wasn’t he? Mitchell admitted to himself that, at times, he considered that his affection might be a little overbearing, however, his more logical brain reasoned that what Yeva needs in her life is someone who cares for her every whim and desire and constantly reminds her just how amazing she is. He looked at the ceiling, sentimental thoughts bubbling in his mind, only to be interrupted by Yeva lightly slapping his hand.

His eyes now back on her, she gestured to the door wordlessly stating, “What’s the hold up?” Chuckling, embarrassed, he scratched the back of his head.

“Sorry lost in thought. You know me Yeva.” He explained cordially with a thumbs up. Yeva rolled her neon eyes but smirked for a brief second. She knew him as the complete airhead he was.

Now refocused they exited the room and immediately met with the sight of a security guard clad in coal black tactical gear, face completely obscured by a balaclava, pair of tinted goggles, and a helmet. The man or woman; it was impossible to tell due to the uniform, was tossing up batteries in the air observing as its assigned sentinel caught them with its mouth, like a friendly pet dog. 

Yeva cowered slightly, facing the mechanical beast but remained firm for the most part. The sentinel was a massive robotic raptor, lined with heavy metal plating, eight beaming blue eyes, and a ninth eye, its basilisk eye. The weapon is designed to combat drones. With each of its fluid animalistic movements, the sounds of its servos and joints blared, and when it ensnared the batteries in its jaws the sound was that of a bear trap. Mitchell positioned himself in front of her in a protective stance.

Upon seeing the pair of; unbeknownst to him lovers, the guard relieved himself of their relaxed position, going to attention, and yanking the steel wire leash the sentinel was attached to. The three began to wander down the many bright, sterile halls of the Cabin fever facility.

Treading with rhythm, Yeva’s light footsteps from her small plastic feet were in unison with the heavy thumps of Mitchell’s industrial boots. The sound of the guard's equally sturdy waders and the noisy metallic clangs of the sentinel's anisodactyl feet were out of sync with them. Besides that, the only sounds to be heard were the faint hissing, and growling from the sentinel, and Mitchell’s exhausted breaths.

He glanced back at him, annoyed but used to this unwanted third wheel. With Yeva’s solver, they were shadowed by security guards more often than not, drastically reducing their time alone. They still had their sessions which were few and far between, the occasional night alone, and of course the drone’s recess period, the only time where they were allowed to roam freely, at least on the floor’s five-four, and the cave system.

“Jesus college boy, you’re huffing and puffing. What’d you do in there? Run laps.” The guard joked in a deep gruff voice, laughing slightly, having noticed Mitchell’s weary hyperventilation. So he was a man, Mitchell quickly noted.

He then blushed embarrassingly, thankfully it was hidden behind his mask. He glanced at Yeva who had a similar flustered expression, a blush lighting up on her visor. With one finger he scratched the side of his head calculating a convincing excuse. 

“Yeah, it’s just this uh, suit, yeah! It’s so stuffy and you sweat a lot in this thing.” He stammered with exaggerated energy. 

“Uh, I guess so. This place is air-conditioned to hell and back though, it’s damn cold in here.” The guard retorted, not buying Mitchell’s story, and now confused.

“Oh yeah but like, you know the counselor's room is, uh, closed off, so the heat gets like trapped in stuff. It’s like a greenhouse in there.”

“Eh, whatever, you’re the scientist, not me, even if you’re just an intern.” The guard admitted defeat or simply stopped caring about the conversation.

“Scientist in training would be the accurate term, hehe.” Mitchell humoured trying to make banter and failing horribly with his anxious voice. But he was more relieved when the man didn’t keep pursuing, and then looking back to his worker drone lover hadn’t noticed Yeva’s slight limp as she walked.

Yeva glared back at the sentinel which watched her like a hawk. She scowled angrily at the beast whose blue eyes dilated, and focused on her moving like the lens of a camera, scanning her. It then hissed and snarled, sensing the absolute solver within her core, and body.

Mitchell himself didn’t enjoy the looming silhouette of the security guard, a man three or four inches taller than him, and certainly much bulkier. Ready in his hands is an assault rifle typically used for taunting, and threatening the drones. With a sigh, Mitchell redirected his thought process thinking about the time and date. Unzipping one of his utility belts pouches he acquired his phone and took a glance. 2:03 PM. His eyes lit up, the drone’s recess period had started, and with a slight fist pump, he celebrated knowing that he wouldn’t immediately be banished to work hell. He’d get to spend more time with Yeva, and even the others if they’d be willing to spend their hour of respite with him. It also might get G.I. Joe off their backs, the guards weren’t supposed to be all over the subjects during this time, not even Yeva or Nori.

“Hey man I can handle watching Ye- 048, myself, you can go grab a coffee or something, it's the drone’s recess period anyway,” Mitchell suggested, still faking a friendly tone. The guard scoffed.

“What and leave robot satan unattended to, no fucking way. Someone’s got to put a bullet in that bitch’s back if it tries anything stupid.” He uttered in a mocking, threatening way, putting his rifle at the ready.

“Like this.” 

“BANG!” He bellowed as thunderously as he could in Yeva’s auditory receptor while prodding her on her spine with the firearm fiercely, causing her to stumble forward.

As soon as she recoiled back, flinching, giving a slight fearful yelp, the guard then burst into cackles and deep laughs at her terror and surprised expression.

Mitchell had also shrunk back in shock at the unexpected roar and then gritted his teeth angrily, growling at the guard’s boisterous guffaw. He then shoved the soldier with an aggressive elbow and then hissed.

“What the hell is your problem?” 

The guard threw up his hands in mock surrender, his intense laughter became snickers, in disbelief that Mitchell hadn’t found his action funny.

“Just making a joke, man, lighten up, intern.” 

“Well, it wasn’t funny. You scared her- 048.” Mitchell declared sternly, with an aura of scorn, only faltering at the mention of Yeva’s ID number. The guard became offended and bewildered, recoiling his head back, and letting the rifle dangle on its strap to allow him to gesture with both hands.

“So!? Who gives a shit, it’s fun to mess with these stupid drones.”

“Not to me it is, and you’re acting like a little kid, just leave it alone!” Mitchell exclaimed, his words igniting a furious offensive flame within the other man, who closed his gloved fists. The guard put an aggressive finger in front of Mitchell’s face.

“Fuck you, man, the fuck’s your problem. You know what? I do deserve a coffee and a break from bleeding hearts like you.”

With that he made his exit, flipping Mitchell the bird, and yanking on the sentinel's collar making the synthetic creature follow him, the beast releasing one last ferocious snarl at Yeva spitting out its saliva. Mitchell eyed him angrily as he stamped down the corridor, a scowl finding its way on his face.

“Asshole.” He muttered under his breath. Then drawing his attention to his side was Yeva pulling on his hazmat suit. There was a concerned expression painted on her monitor with hints of irritation. This look sent him into a slight sense of worry, and an immediate understanding of his misbehavior. He stammered out his reasoning in that anxious boy-scout voice of his.

“Sorry Yeva, I just wanted to get him off us, and I just hate seeing them treat you like that. I know you don’t want me to be bullied but, if it comes at the cost of you getting hurt then I-”

She took his hand again, wordlessly sending him another message through its delightful warmth. “I understand, don’t worry. Just be careful.” She had become so protective of him like this ever since that debacle with him getting his ass kicked trying to get some revenge. He would protest that the playful mocking from his coworkers is barely an offense compared to what she endured but that would just award him the further vexation of Yeva, something his delicate heart could barely handle.

“Yeva hey look on the bright side, it’s recess, so we can go hang out in my office, we could bring Nori and Alice or Amda,” Mitchell added becoming more cheery, the pitch of his voice rising. 

The joyful expression beneath his mask froze for a moment waiting for Yeva’s response. The red-eyed drone looked to the ground for a moment, considering her next words with some hesitance, before meeting his gaze again.

“Я бы предпочел, чтобы мы провели некоторое время наедине. (I'd rather we spend some time alone.)” Yeva said quietly, somewhat reservedly.

This sentence sounded alarm bells in Mitchell’s brain. The council within Mitchell’s head began their discussions promptly. Did she want to do it again? A voice in his head’s senate sounded out in protest. We don’t have the stamina for that! Another councilman exclaimed. No don’t assume that idiot, she might just want to spend actual quality time with you, Yeva isn’t crazy enough to do it in broad daylight, or in public. Is she? How about we just ask her? No that would sound weird, just go along with it and see where she takes you. Communication is important, and this is an important question to get out of the way instead of just asking. No impressions are equally vital, she’d think you're a sex pest if you ask her. Did we not just nut in her like fifteen minutes ago, what did you and Yeva literally just talk about, there is nothing wrong in asking, quit overcomplicating. So we’ll ask then huh? The council has decided. We're going to ask her what she intends to do alone. Mitchell kneeled meeting her at her level.

“Um, Yeva, you don’t want to do it again do you?” Mitchell asked, jumbling on his words, capping off the sentence with a voice crack.

Yeva let out a frustrated groan and lighted up an embarrassed blush on her monitor.

“Нет, Митчелл, я просто хочу провести с тобой время. (No, Mitchell, I just want to spend time with you.)” She explained in a matter-of-fact tone.

Phew, Mitchell sounded out, he couldn’t do another round, not that he wouldn’t want to, it’s just something more casual with Yeva that sounded more appealing at the moment. There was a part of him that felt guilty about excluding the others. But Nori could just hang out with Alice, although sometimes he couldn’t tell if the two bombastic women despised each other or were among the closest friends here, it seemed to alternate between days. It was mainly Amda who he felt pity for excluding. She was only really Nori’s friend and they weren’t quite the best of friends. Yeva is neutral to the demure drone, not close not distant, acquaintances, and Alice is somewhat antagonistic to the green-eyed woman. Still, Amda would live, alone time with his girlfriend, and appeasing her needs is the top priority. 

“Okay Yeva, I’ll meet you at my cubicle, you should know where it is, first I have to stop at the employee locker room, get out of this hazmat suit, and probably take a shower too.” He relayed, nervously chuckling and rubbing the back of his head at that last part. He added internally he could also use a coffee himself, and put some pep in his step.

“Не будет ли других? (Wouldn’t there be others.)” She questioned immediately raising a digital brow, still tonally cold.

“Nah, when it’s a break, most of 'em crowd upstairs in the breakrooms or the cafeteria.” He summarized, not finished. However, Mitchell became less cordial as he spoke the next segment of his explanation, a frown forming.

“And there have been some layoffs, so my space has been, uh really empty recently.” He added releasing his hand from the back of his head.

“Я понимаю. (I understand.) Yeva answered sullenly, lowering her head. However, cheering her up was Mitchell petting her head ruffling up her hair slightly.

“I’ll meet you there Yeva.” He said warmly, shooting her a two-fingered salute, Yeva pouting. He rose from the ground and began to march away, before being beckoned back.

“Митчелл. (Mitchell.)”

“Yeah?” He uttered looking back, already worried.

“Не могли бы вы проводить меня до вашего офиса? (Could you walk me to your office?)” Yeva asked with an increased embarrassed blush, not looking him in the eye. Mitchell raised an eyebrow, she didn’t need his escort, right? She knew where it was, maybe she forgot? He laughed lightheartedly, smiling while closing his eyes, then pointing a finger down the bright winding corridor.

“Oh, but you should know where it is. I can remind you, it’s three left turns and then two right turns, and you’ll reach an area labeled F5 Office Complex seven, you’ll know which cubicle is mine when you see it.” 

He capped off the speech with a chuckle, his denseness soaring right over his brainless head. Yeva’s face of disbelief and annoyance, which communicated, “Are you serious?”, clearly expressed that he had made a miscalculation. Then it crashed into him at a supersonic speed. His eyes went broad with horrified realization. He was a complete idiot.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry Yeva, of course I’ll walk you there, anything you want!” He stuttered out, arms flailing in a fervent apology. Then he gestured for her to follow him.

“C’mon, stick close.” 

“Митчелл. (Mitchell.)”

Once more he was put on high alert at the utterance of his name. Chuckling he responds.

“Um, yeah?”

Her bashful demeanor grew stronger, grabbing her left arm with her right hand timidly. For a split second, she looked away, but quickly reconnected her flickering scarlet-eyes with his brown ones. 

“Я передумал. Я бы предпочел, чтобы ты держал меня за руку. (I changed my mind. I'd rather have you hold my hand.)” 

A tad surprised Mitchell let out slow heartfelt laughs, and then a lightbulb lit up in his head. A suave way of redeeming himself for that previous humiliation.

“Actually, Yeva I got a better idea.” He stated mirthfully, the tone causing his lover to raise a brow.

Mitchell approached her and with carefully practiced and memorized movement he swept her off her feet, and wrapped his arms around her carefully, lovingly. Yeva gasped lightly as she was lifted off the ground, and held in a bridal embrace. Seized in warm hold she immediately began to pout again, not wishing to make it obvious how much she enjoyed being coddled like this, carried like a princess. Mitchell giggled diffidently.

“Your legs, um, hurt right? So this is better.” He uttered, fixing his posture, and holding her steady.

Yeva crossed her arms and refused to look him in the eye once again, putting on a forced scowl, hiding the true delighted smile underneath.

Now in proper form, the pair trekked through the maze of white and gray hallways. Yeva had shut off her eyes, snuggling up in the thick layered material of Mitchell’s hazmat suit. The man himself locked eyes with one of the active security cameras aware that whoever stared down at them was more than likely glaring judgmentally, or sardonically mocking him. Whatever, if his relationship with Yeva was a crime he was more than satisfied being a criminal.

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To say it didn’t take long for passion to reignite would be a gross understatement. Yeva hadn’t lied when she told him she wanted to have a more casual consort with Mitchell but just as before her mind had quickly changed, and her new desire was not something her caring partner wouldn’t see fit to deny. His anxieties and worries about being caught in the act dissolved as soon as it began.

Mitchell was no longer in that hazmat suit that Yeva had grown to despise, now donning a white button-up shirt, with branded pens adorning the front pocket, office-appropriate trousers and shoes, a cheap watch adorning one of his wrists, and his lab coat wrapped around the chair’s back-post. He sat leaned back in his rolling chair, forced backward by the gorgeous woman seated in his lap, their mouths interlocked in a fervid kiss. 

Once again; a ritual for him, Mitchell disobeyed protocol and removed the magnets atop Yeva’s head. Using her powers the watchful eyes of the cameras were closed, the devices forcibly powered down by her solver. And as predicted the space was vacant, and they were free to enjoy each other. 

Yeva’s eyes burned fiery and bright with ardor as her long tongue vehemently traversed Mitchell’s mouth, tasting his saliva, and causing him to groan in pleasure, the noise in sync with Yeva’s muffled moans. She placed one hand on his shoulder pushing him into the chair, her other hand running through his messy, now slightly dampened hair. Her chest pressed against his, her core vibrations sending waves through his body, just as his heartbeat energized her’s. Her indigo bangs brushed up against his forehead, tickling it.

Mitchell's arms that once wrapped around her back now found themselves running up, and down her gown, finding their way inside, exploring, and caressing her magnificent body, every curve, every landmark. Her body was smooth, polished, and heated from the inside. The taste of her mouth was again different than what he was used to, the physical effects of the absolute solver leaving it bizarre, and bitter but he could grow to find it just as addicting as the previous delicious flavor.

Then ceasing the warmth, ready to revel in its aftershocks they released from one another, tongues escaping wet, and coated with each other's delectable saliva, both huffing. Cutting through his tuckered-out breaths were laughs.

“I thought we weren’t going to do this again Yeva.” he joked causing Yeva to grumble abashedly.

“Мы просто целовались. (We were just kissing.)” She groused with an embarrassed glower.

“Oh yeah, how long until you want to do something more.” He humoured slyly causing Yeva to lightly hit his chest.

“Я могу контролировать себя. (I can control myself.)” Yeva muttered hushedly. Mitchell let out a genial chortle. Her statement was very much false.

“Yeah Yeva, um, pattern recognition suggests otherwise.” 

That joke awarded him another, maybe somewhat less playful punch from Yeva. 

“Замолчи. (shut up).” She hissed.

“Ouch,” Mitchell uttered removing one of his hands from Yeva’s torso to rub his stricken shoulder. 

The seconds passing they grew entranced through their eyes alone. The minutes passed by at swift speeds, time management becoming a distant alien concept to the two lovers. Well maybe just to one, Mitchell feeling the need to check his digital watch. 2:48 PM, they still had twelve minutes to themselves. 

Now with his eyes on Yeva, that same dream life he always crafted took form in his head, still fuzzy from their shared love. A life where he and his wife could live a normal couple's life, where there was more to their relationship than having to slink around cameras, and people, and pretend to be distant from one another; a charade that usually ended in stunning failure. Where he and Yeva did more than just play video games, conversate, and sneak in the occasional night, or this case afternoon of steamy passionate sex. A life where they could go on proper dates, and share a bed, and where he could put an end to any form of pain Yeva went through so that this delight wasn’t a light in the dark but her entire world. Of course, that dream couldn’t become a reality, not now at least. He had pestered Ridley so many times about the prospects of purchasing drones from the facility, but now his efforts were futile. With Yeva now infected with the solver, there wasn’t any chance she’d ever leave this place. 

When he frowned, human eyes twitching, the joy of their intimate moment seeming to fade from him Yeva knew she needed to act before he wallowed even more. She knew exactly what plagued his mind, she had to remind him that just his presence was enough, she didn’t require him to be her hero and rescue her, all he had to do was be there and she would love him.

Her gloved hand pushed the back of his scruffy-haired head pulling him back into an intense kiss, her tongue forcing its way back through his lips and into his mouth. His eyes went wide, releasing a muted gasp but he rather quickly accepted it, the two returning to their previous pleasure and warmth. Her returned embrace evaporated his flood of thoughts, his full attention, and mind returning to his red-eyed partner.

The only other thought besides a lengthy stream of praises and compliments Yeva’s way was his gratitude they hadn’t been caught, that they were alone. Well, maybe he spoke too soon.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here.” A familiar voice; intimate for Yeva, infamous for Mitchell, echoed out, smugly, playfully.

Almost immediately, Yeva and Mitchell separated, both heads shooting back to the entrance of the office to find three figures observing them, three different familiar colors, for three drones they knew all too well. Nori nonchalantly leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a sly grin painted on her face, and vibrant fuchsia eyes that spoke the words “Caught you.” Behind her, looming, a hand on her hip was Alice with blazing judgemental orange eyes and a vexed scowl disgusted by this interspecies intimacy. Then to their right Amda, holding her hands together, jittering nervously, her seafoam eyes sharing a room with a bright pixelated blush sprawled across her screen.

“You lovebirds can’t keep your hands off each other for five seconds,” Nori stated, wisecracking as usual. She seemed to have finally gotten used to her friend's relationship, perhaps seeing the teasing value in it. 

“Woah,” Amda whispered in astonishment. Her reaction was met with an “Ew.” From Alice and a chuckle from Nori, the violet-haired woman smacking Amda on the back of her head, ruffling her short-cut jade hair.

“Chill out there voyeur freak.” Nori mocked, Amda gasped, already stuttering out a defense, offended by Nori’s comment.

“I’m not into voyeur- why would you say that? Stop!” Amda cried out, speaking the truth but her anxiety would mean no one would ever believe her.

Nori walked forward keeping her eyes on Yeva, Alice followed closely, shoving Amda out of the way, the meek woman yelping and opening her mouth in attempted protest but went silent knowing who she’d be arguing with. 

Yeva, dismounted Mitchell’s lap, both burning with embarrassment, Yeva’s hidden behind a cold expression, Mitchell’s not so much, his face looking ridiculous as he tried to formulate words. He did take note of the fact that Nori’s head was covered with magnets, possibly ten or twelve adorning her helmet.

“Привет, Нори, что ты здесь делаешь? (Hello Nori, what are you doing here?)” Yeva asked sternly, with hints of falter. 

“Um, looking for my bestie, who to the surprise of no one is making out with her boy toy.” 

“Парень. (Boyfriend.)” 

“Same thing,” Nori stated. To Mitchell’s surprise, Yeva nodded in agreement. Then the indigo-haired woman turned to the trailing brunette.

“Здравствуйте, Алиса. (Hello, Alice.)” She greeted with minor trepidation.

“Howdy Yeva, how’d that there session go.” The orange-eyed drone asked, a tone that was a mix of controlled anger, and derision, something Yeva picked up on but chose to ignore.

“Все прошло хорошо, я уже привыкаю к ​​этому решатель. (Everything went well, I'm already getting used to this solver.)”

“Nice, nice. Did you at least have fun bouncin’ on ole Mitch’s meat log?” Alice taunted, whatever form of bottled-up persecution seemed to fizzle out slightly, preferring not to start anything serious.

Yeva blushed crimson at Alice’s words, looking to the floor and closing her fists. Mitchell’s face flared up pink, as he sat upwards an excuse being crafted in his head.

“What are you talking about Alice, we, um, we didn’t do that!” Before he could continue Yeva cut him off.

“Как вы узнали? (How did you know?)” Yeva interrogated firmly, which only led to both Nori and Alice chortling in unison. 

“Yeva!” Mitchell called out, knowing the trap she just went in.

Alice paused her hearty laughs to speak.

“Cause you just went and told me, idiot,” 

Yeva grunted realizing the ploy she fell for, gripping her fists even tighter.

“Yevs you just fell for the oldest trick in the book!” Nori added her and Alice performed a smug light high-five.

Well, their “secret” has come out. It was not as much of a horrifying shocker as before, but it was a light surprise as the counselor room was a new locale for the loving couple. 

“Замолчи. (Shut up.)” 

“Di- did you guys really, do it, in the counselor’s room?” Amda questioned, her voice timid but carrying a hint of excitement, her digital blush growing stronger, legs trembling as her lewd imagination was set loose again. Alice, and Nori both rolled their eyes in sync, and Yeva shot Amda a stoic glare.

“Uh, I guess we did, surprise,” Mitchell replied to her nervously, and cordially, performing jazz hands at his last word.

“You guys are like, really bold,” Amda uttered quietly almost sounding impressed. Mitchell internally joked that Yeva was the daring one, he was just the guy smitten enough to follow along. Alice released an exaggerated groan.

“Oh lovely, I shoulda kept my mouth shut Nori, now the poor janitor is gonna have to mop up a puddle.” The pony-tailed woman humoured pointing a thumb at Amda, Nori snickering in response. 

“Stop!” Amda screeched realizing the hidden meaning in Alice's statement. Her begging only made the two witches cackle even more much to the emerald-eyed woman’s chagrin.

“That’s it, I give up, I’m done talking!” Amda declared, crossing her arms, her voice too resigned to ever come off as intimidating or indignant. Nori and Alice both moved on from their taunting and redirected their attention to the forbidden lovers.

“Whatever, anyway we're here because we were curious where you were since the break is going to end soon, and I wanted to check up on you, cause of all this solver junk.” Nori elaborated, her casual voice going somewhat solemn, with hints of empathy as she pointed to the magnets on her head. She added one more little gibe.

“I see Romeo took off yours.” 

Before Mitchell could speak Yeva lifted a hand as if to say I’ll do the talking. He obliged.

“Он сделал, им было неудобно. (He did, they were uncomfortable.)” 

“Huh, good on you Mitch.” Nori praised, satisfied, Alice simply rolled her eyes and groaned. 

“Но ему придется надеть их обратно. (But he'll have to put them back on.)” Yeva added sullenly, Mitchell nodding in discontent agreement, sighing as well. Isolated and during break she could have them removed but she would be in trouble if she was caught without them in her locker.

“Yeah, fuck.” Nori released a tired form of anger apparent.

At that moment Yeva and Nori locked eyes, the pair of glowing fuchsia and scarlet eyes scanning each other. The two drones shared mutual empathy and experience of the effects of this solver, yet handled it differently. Mitchell noticed this, becoming more dour and sympathetic, his brows furrowing. He took another glance at his digital watch, the time now grim, requesting he perform his duty. 2:58 PM. A discontent atmosphere permeated the room, blocking out the previous lighthearted banter, Alice’s expression going frustrated, Amda’s miserable. 

The test subjects needed to be returned to their lockers. His coworkers would arrive any minute now, bound to incite some form of conflict or ridicule over what seemed like him choosing to spend his free hour with his true social circle instead of his contemporaries, ones who barely treated him with respect. He gritted his teeth, that same complaint he would mentally shout non-stop resurfacing. It’s not fair. This could very well be his last time seeing Yeva or any of them today. He placed a hand on his forehead, feeling a headache arising, sounds that were once silent growing unbearably loud. Ventilation air blowing, clocks ticking, the ceiling light’s hum buzz, it all was agony.

Yeva, attentive, quickly clasped Mitchell’s hand sensing his anxieties and worries again. She held on tight to ensure he felt her presence and was comforted. Once again, as always, it worked magic for his mind, those miserable thoughts that could induce physical pain faded away with her touch. Just as much as she needed him to feel safe, and secure he needed her to be at ease. Both smiled at each other with sincerity and mutual endearment. They truly were soulmates.

Chapter Text

Outside the counselor's room entrance were three drone women, Nori, Alice, and Amda. While one was patient, the other two waited impatiently for Yeva’s session with Mitchell to end. As they waited, a bubble of mixed emotions formed. 

Now Mitchell, the lab assistant infamous amongst both the human researchers, and drone test subjects was supposed to be just logging Yeva’s solver progress. But the three knew that the secret lovers were locked in an unmonitored room together and that it wouldn’t take long for things to go from professional to passionate. Anger, amusement, and resentment all stirred together, until with a sentence that bubble popped.

“I can’t believe yer just okay with this!” 

“Oh, don’t start.” Nori groaned, not wishing to argue, especially about this.

“Oh don’t gimme that, yer seriously going to pretend, yer fine with yer best friend whoring herself out to some fuckin’ human.”

Nori unleashed a short laugh of astonishment.

“Yeah, cause having sex with her boyfriend is, whoring out, okay yeah, that makes sense girl, go off.”

Nori rolled her eyes, leaned back against the wall, and crossed her arms, hearing her past beliefs mirrored, she had the chance to realize how obnoxious she was. She had her qualms with Yeva’s relationship, but she couldn’t keep bringing herself to protest. Yeva was genuinely happy with Mitchell, and try as she might, she couldn’t find anything evil beneath the man’s friendly exterior. He was just some doofus who fell in love, and lucky for Yeva the one-in-a-million case of a genuinely good human. 

“Don’t call him boyfriend, he nothing but some perverted fling.” Alice hissed; disdain laced in every word.

Nori released an exaggerated groan, rubbing her forehead as her increased emotions caused the dozen magnets adorning her helmet to flare up in pain.

“Oh my Robo-god give it a rest! Besides they’ve been like dating for more than a year now, so calling this a fling may not be accurate.”

Alice quickly gasped in anger, fingers curling in rage.

“I don’t get what happened, Nori, you used to be on my side, we both reckoned this was sick. Now yer on team Mitch. What the hell! I reckon he gave you some form of robo-lobotomy when I wasn’t lookin’.”

Nori laughed as she ran a hand down her visor, neon Fuschia brows furrowing.

“Yeah, it’s called changing my mind, you stupid hick. Besides, what’s your problem with Mitch? And don’t say, he’s a human and act like that’s a real reason!” She bellowed pointing a finger at her friend.

“What in blazes are you on about, being a human is a good enough reason for me to hate his guts, did you forget what these humans have been doin’ to us for the last ten years.” 

“Of course, I fucking know Alice, it’s just.”

“Just what!?” Alice howled raising a fiery orange brow. 

“He’s just not a bad guy,” Nori stated, her ferocity dying down as her tone grew honest, and her posture less sassy. 

All her simple words did was fan the fire in Alice’s core, the southern woman stomping her foot down, spitting more conjecture.

“Oh my stars, I didn’t know he was polite, that changes everythang’ robo christ Nori, did ya hit yer head and somehow get even more processor dead!?”

"Bite me! And listen!” Nori shouted but was interrupted once more.

“No, you listen! We shouldn’t stand for this, Yeva fucking a human dude, has she lost her dang mind! You know this is wrong! Some swinging human dick shows up, mutters a few shallow compliments and their that woman goes spreading her legs for him like some two-dollar whore!”

“Stop being so fucking dramatic! Yeva had consensual sex with the dude she’s in love with, boo fucking hoo. Besides don’t be a hypocrite, you and I both have made more than enough friends with benefits here, Jrdn, Pamm, Jane, Lily, Riid, Lynn, fuck, I’ve lost count.”

“But it’s different,” Amda, chimed in, the meek woman sitting in a fetal position parallel to the two. Her quiet words caused both Alice and Nori to dart their attention to her. Both admittedly had forgotten she was present.

“Her relationship with Mitchell is genuine love, not just a way to get through the pain. It’s sweet actually, they’re like a match made in heaven.” She winced as she spoke, scared of the sudden attention. Then she flinched as Alice growled at her, eyes going red in a blind rage.

“Am I fuckin talking to you, you spineless waste of fucking metal!”

Amda closed her eyes and eeped in fear of Alice’s animosity. Nori fiercely grabbed Alice’s shoulder, growing more defensive, and finished with her friend's behavior.

“Can you calm the fuck down, and act like a normal person! Seriously, if you have an issue with Yeva’s relationship let's just discuss it, for the love of robo-god stop screaming and use your damn head!” 

Alice snarled, crafting a venomous retort but before the acid could fly she stared into Nori’s visor, with her reflection in sight, she looked back on her attitude and felt that fire in her heart be put out, and shame replace it. With a glance at Amda, she winced in guilt upon seeing the timid woman cowering, and fearful, tears in her eyes. Once more she let her emotions dictate her actions, a bad habit of hers, instability always giving way to unwanted reactions, and harm to friends.

Her orange orbs met Nori’s fuschia eyes, and both women calmed down in unison, and a telepathic understanding between them as both contained their internal storm of feelings.

“Jeez, I’m mighty sorry Nori, I didn’t mean to get all, squirrely, it’s just.”

“A little weird, with a side of frustrating.” Nori finished, her grip on Alice’s shoulder going softer and more comforting. Alice snorted and chuckled.

“That’s one way to put it.” 

Already much of the tension exited the area, cooler heads prevailing, over senseless fury. Alice looked back to Amda, who began to lower her defenses.

“I’m sorry to you too Brussel sprout, what I said was cruel and untrue, I didn’t mean nothin’ by it.” 

Amda’s seafoam eyes traveled upwards off the ground, a small nervous smile forming as Alice had actually apologized, a rarity for the woman. 

“It’s fine Alice, I’m okay-”

But her sentence froze as she began to dwell on that new nickname that was bestowed.

“Brussel sprout?” She muttered with saddened confusion, raising an eyebrow.

As soon as the word sounded out, Nori began to laugh, a hand covering her mouth to silence her chortles.

“Yeah brussel sprout, you ever look in a mirror?” Alice joked with hoots of laughter, the created humor pushing away the tense air ever further.

A humiliated digital blush formed on Amda’s visor as she grabbed her green hair defensively. 

“I don’t look like a brussel sprout!” She cried, already low self-confidence waning.

The pair of witches simply continued to cackle, Nori’s arm now wrapping around Alice.

“C’mon greenie look at yourself, don’t be in denial.” The violet-haired drone added, the embarrassed blush on Amda’s monitor growing exponentially. 

“But, I like my hair,” Amda whined.

With their guffaws dying down, Nori grew more passive and less mocking with her response, now aware that their words genuinely hurt Amda.

“Don’t fret, we’re just fucking with you, your hair is cute greenie, and you look fine.”

“Yeah partner don't take it to heart, we just playin’,” Alice added playfully. 

Amda frowned, hugging her legs to her chest and looking away from her two tormenters, but the blush on her screen switched contexts as she registered Nori’s compliments.

“Whatever.” She whispered, closing herself off from the other two.

The laughter eventually faded as awkward silence followed, only the humming buzz of the fluorescent light making noise until Nori returned the conversation to the pressing subject by steering her attention back to Alice. The violet-haired woman interlocked her fingers, and stretched out her arms, cracking the ball joints between her fingers.

“Anyway.” She announced before quickly and harshly smacking the back of Alice’s head, the slap echoing through the corridor they stood in, the southerner’s eyes going wide in shock as the blow connected.

“Ow! The hell?” She bellowed, rubbing the stricken spot. 

“That’s for calling Yeva a whore.” Nori sternly put, crossing her arms in judgment.

Alice’s eyes dropped to the floor in increased shame, moving her hand from her head to her elbow. The woman herself couldn’t believe how much she had slandered her friend, and it sickened her.

“I’m sorry Nori, dumb shit just rolls off my tongue sometimes, I ain’t got a lick of sense in my head.” 

Nori raised her hands, communicating that it was all good.

“Yeah, I know that by now, thank robo-god you have me to keep you from making too much of an ass of yourself.” Nori joked, playfully patting Alice on the back multiple times. Alice grumbled lightly, crossing her arms, before chuckling slowly.

“Oh please, we’re both dumb as rocks, Yeva is the brain of our group.” 

“You got that right psycho, anyway, now that we are all calm and collected, mind just summarizing your feelings, and please don’t tweak out this time,” Nori stated sarcastically, putting her hands together in mock prayer.

Alice took a long hardy sigh and began playing with her lengthy messy ponytail. She glanced at Nori and opened her mouth, but closed it before she could speak. A scowl formed on her face as she finally found the words she was looking for, and then leaned against the wall.

“It’s just, you know why I’m upset.”

Nori rolled her eyes and grinned smugly.

“I guess I already do. Out of more than a hundred drones here Yeva fell in love with a human. How could she.” Nori said lightheartedly, quoting her thoughts.

“It’s supposed to be us, together, the three of us against them. And now she’s ditching us for a human, a fuckin human.” Alice explained, her tone confused and miserable, theatrics accompanying her speech.

“And like, fine, Mitch is a swell guy sure, I’d be happy if he were just a dang friend, still a tad upset, but I’d be fine with it. But to go as far as she did, have sex with a human. It’s like. Did she forget what they’ve done to us? How they’ve tortured and violated us. It stings, I feel like she’s degraded herself.” As she monologued, there was pain behind every one of her conflicted words.

Before Nori could join in, Alice continued, raising her voice and clenching her fists.

“And I hate thinkin’ about her like that. I love Yeva, she’s a damn good bot, cool-headed, and reliable, you and her are the first friends I ever had. So it just, it hurts, it’s us versus them damn it.”

“That’s where you're wrong Alice,” Nori interjected, Alice, looking up with bewildered orange rings.

“Yeva isn’t okay with humans.” Nori taunted with air quotes.

“She hasn’t forgiven humanity for any of their crimes, Mitchy-boy being a hairless monkey has nothing to do with her affection. Well except for the obvious.”

Alice cocked a pixelated brow, vexed.

“And this here obvious would be?” She asked raising her shoulders.

Nori giggled, before explaining in a matter-of-fact tone.

“His peen is big, duh.”

Alice groaned in disgust which transformed into a grossed-out chortle at Nori’s attempt to keep the mood light.

“Ew, What is wrong with you partner.” Alice teased, punching Nori’s shoulder lightly. Nori’s subdued laugh became boisterous; from the other side of the hall, Amda released a flustered giggle, putting her closed hand to her mouth.

“Okay, okay, back to the point,” Nori said, putting her hand up to silence the uproar. Alice went quiet, listening attentively to Nori’s words, gluing her mouth shut, and mentally commanding herself not to interrupt. 

“Mitch is like, a fucking saint. Okay. Yeva doesn’t like humans, she likes him, and his personality, and what he likes does and stuff. He’s a good person, humble, thoughtful, a little stupid but hey all men vary from slightly stupid to very stupid so nothing out of the blue. Call it Stockholm syndrome bullshit or whatever, but Amda was right, this ain’t no hookup, this is like genuine real-deal romance.” Nori declared, her voice stern and almost parental. 

Alice grumbled, her shoulders rising with frustration towards herself, and this situation. She ran coils in her lanyard with her finger, still quelling her protests.

“Seriously, If I wasn’t confident Mitch loved Yeva, I’d still be on his case, trying to pry that asshole away from Yevs. But the dude’s as head over heels for Yeva as she is to him. Hell, you should’ve seen him when me and Greenie confronted him, shouting back at me that he wouldn’t let my disapproval get between him and Yeva’s relationship.”

The brunette’s orange eyes lit up slightly at that information, however, her expression remained unchanged.

“Honestly girl I was pissed when he first said it, but then I was impressed. He stood up to me. Me! Kinda made me think he did love her. Wasn’t just using Yeva to get his rocks off. The doofus was in love.”

“Not to mention what he’s sacrificed.” Amda’s mousey voice rose, joining the conversation once again capturing the other two’s attention.

With some hesitation and a clearing of the throat, the green-haired woman elaborated.

“The other humans are like really mean to him, they think he’s stupid for being nice to us drones. They treat him like a joke.”

Alice’s mind continued to be swayed with her knowledge expanding, but she still wasn’t fully supportive. Who cares if he got bullied, mockery is a paper cut compared to the wounds the drone women here shared. But Amda’s contribution hadn’t finished.

“I’ve seen him take beatings for Yeva, from those security guards who seem to get off to people's pain.”

This is what proved vital in tipping the scales in Alice’s processor. Her eyes shined bright with enlightenment, her sulky expression now visibly shocked at this information. She had seen him bruised before, but she simply concluded it was a result of his clumsy nature. Nori chuckled in amusement at Alice’s change of countenance.

“What girl, you think someone gets their face messed up like that from stubbing a toe?”

Alice grunted at the tease, pouting, feeling her arguments crumble as the truth became hard to fight against. 

“Mitchell, he’s a great guy, and he’s given up his social circle here, just to be there for Yeva. It’s so romantic, after everything she’s been through, she deserves someone like him. Not all of us are that lucky.” Amda stated with a quiet subdued tone, but with an underlying happiness for her acquaintance, the green-haired woman knew of Yeva’s hardships, they all could empathize with each other. 

“Fucking nailed it there Greenie,” Nori announced with satisfaction, picking up where Amda left off.

“Yeva is so damn happy, she’s met the right dude for her. She hasn’t changed a bit, she’s not abandoning us for no human. C’mon just let the girl have her hunky handsome goofball. Don’t you think she has the right to be happy after all these years of torment?”

“All right I get it!” Alice howled, silencing the other two.

At this point, she seemed to have reached the same conclusion that Nori had, or at least she felt foolish not being able to. In a sense, she knew the truth of the matter from the beginning. Mitchell was this honest-to-god courteous, and chivalrous person, whose affection for her friend Yeva was sincere and reciprocated. No coercion, no secondary motives, no darker desires.

 But she would never fully be comfortable with this interspecies relationship, humans had taken too much from her for that state of acceptance to ever come to fruition. But how can she stand there, insult, and berate her friend just for the crime of finding love in a place like this?

“I just, why does she gotta be so, physical with him,” Alice mumbled, fizzling out, and more so embarrassed by the question itself. Nori laughed, clutching her stomach as she did so, interspersing it with speech.

“Aw c’mon let a girl get some pipe from a dude she’s obsessed with, she deserves it. Besides robo-god cursed her with heterosexuality, so we can’t be the ones to cure her touch starvation.”

“Tch.” Was all Alice could mutter, aware that Yeva didn’t swing both ways as she and Nori did. They had her backed up into a corner.

“Yeah, whatever, y’all are right it’s just, I still can’t be all that peachy bout’ this,” Alice uttered in defeat.

“Hey no ones asking you to be stoked about this, just don’t be a bitch and call Yeva a whore. Is that too much to ask? Cause It’s not true, Mitch seems to care a lot about her consent, and I respect that so don’t go thinking he’s some weird robophile pig. Although he is a robot fucker, just a nice one.” 

“Ugh, don’t say that yer making it worse,” Alice grumbled, still scowling.

“But,” Nori said, expecting the other woman to finish her conclusion.

“But yer right, I’m sorry I called her that, I was bein’ a real bitch. I always am.” Alice uttered, her insecurity rising as her voice grew shaky. 

“Yeah you are, but I’m more than willing to tolerate it if it means we can still be friends,” Nori concluded looping her arm across Alice’s shoulders. 

With this argument coming to a close Nori looked her comrade in the visor, fiery orange eyes meeting her bright Fuchsia ones, as both sharing a cordial grin came to a mutual understanding. Both would have their qualms and protests, but for their dear friend Yeva’s sake, they’ll shut up about it. 

“Well, all’s well that ends well, hey you think Yeva’s done getting her guts rearranged in there, it’s been like two hours.” Nori humored, Alice released another combination of a disgusted groan and a friendly laugh. Amda cringed, feeling the need to voice her opinion.

“Don’t just assume they are having, intercourse. I mean they could just be talking, get your head out of the gutter.” She whined, not realizing the significant degree of hypocrisy in her statement.

CLANG

The green-haired woman shrieked in terror as the hydraulic door she was seated next to flung open with force, the drone’s arms flailing into a combative stance. Now opened, walking forward out of the counselor's room was both Mitchell and Yeva, the notorious forbidden couple themselves, hand in hand.

The three women immediately being greeted with the sight and sounds of a huffing, out-of-breath man, along with Yeva whose legs trembled and shook as she walked, Nori shot Amda a smug smirk which screamed “I told you so.” A seafoam blush found its way onto the demure woman's monitor.

“Um, hey, um, girls, what are you doing here?” Mitchell stuttered out anxiously, putting a hand to his elbow, and attempting to regulate his breaths

Yeva’s scarlet eyes morphed into surprised halos at the sight of her friends, and acquaintance, both her and her lover expecting an imposing security guard instead. 

“Нори, Элис. Я не ожидал вас двоих. (Nori, Alice. I didn't expect you two.)” Yeva uttered with little inflection but the slightest hint of joy at the sight of her comrades.

“Eh, recess started early so no soldier asshole, just the normal assholes,” Nori replied.

“Мне подходит. (Works for me.)” Yeva bantered with them, letting go of Mitchell’s grasp to approach Nori, the two began to trek down the long bright corridor in search of a hangout spot for this clique. 

“You're limping there Yevs, you and Mitch do something fun in there.” Nori teased causing Yeva’s visor to illuminate in a flustered vermillion blush.

“Нет, мы ничего не сделали. (No, we didn't do anything.)” Yeva retorted reservedly, pouting as she crossed her arms. 

“Sure,” Nori stated eyebrows going high with sarcasm.

As the duo stamped down, Amda began tailing them quietly, holding her hands together. Mitchell, with a smile painted on his face, attempted to follow but was stopped when he felt a hand tug at his hazmat suit. Glancing back and downwards, he was met with the sight of Alice, with orange eyes, and brunette hair. Her expression was fierce, causing his anxiety and heartbeat to rise. Nori’s hatred was nothing compared to Alice’s.

“Mitch, I oughta tell you somethin’”

He winced, preparing himself for the tsunami of slander ready to crush him. He kneeled, meeting the woman at her level, a tradition for him when talking to worker drones. 

“Hey, um, Alice, what’s up.” He replied, a timid grin behind his gas mask. He studied the orange features on her visor closely, keeping a log of her emotions.

She groaned, and dragged her eyes away from the man, her arms crossing, and then finding a spot on her hips. Her final movement would be a soothing deep breath.

“You treat her well okay? You hurt her, you’re hearing from me.” Was all she said, giving him a simple order, and menacing threat which he promptly understood. With that she joined her fellow drones, stomping past him.

As he followed Alice, his smile grew from nervous to sincere, feeling a joy in his heart for two reasons, he hadn’t been chewed out like he expected, and two, he might’ve gained the blessing of Yeva’s second closest confidant. 

With newfound energy, he powerwalked to join the drone women, quickly catching up to his partner, and lovingly taking her hand, the indigo-haired woman looking up at her lover with acknowledgment and adoration.