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hattie_notqueen((OOC: This is from an old log done way back when [Jan 08] that was lost in the move to IJ. This was redone from the emails I found in my inbox and reposted because it's one of my FAVORITE logs and I love them so very, very much.))
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Her eyes narrowed, not in suspicion, but confusion and she peered at him. Something about him was familiar and she took a deep breath.
"How do you know me?"
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He looked up at her, meeting her eyes for the first time, then glanced around quickly.
"It would have been a lot easier if I had just driven off."
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Hattie's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. It took a a moment to find her voice, and when she did, it had turned into a whisper.
"Kitt?"
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He looked at her again briefly, then dropped his eyes and nodded. He would have said something like, 'in the flesh', except right now that didn't seem very funny.
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Closing the distance between them, she ducked her head so she could look up into his face.
"Hey." It came out kind of sharp, but she wanted to get his attention, completely ignoring the man that had been helping her. He shook his head and moved away, not sure what had happened. "Kitt? YOU'RE Kitt."
A breath and she reached out to touch his face, gently.
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He jerked his head away out of instinct, then immediately looked contrite. "Sorry."
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She jumped when he jerked his head away, startled still at the entire transformation, and dropped her hand, shaking her head.
"No, no," she said quickly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-" She cleared her throat. "I'm sorry."
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She was startled? He was probably going to start hyperventilating here soon. Closing his eyes, he shook his head also. "No, no, it's okay. Sorry. Just one of those things."
"One of those things?"
She couldn't breathe. In fact, she took an entire step back. "Ki- Is it still Kitt?" Bringing her bag around front, she patted the pockets while keeping her gaze on him until she found her glasses. "Okay. So...?"
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He stared at her for a moment. "It seemed like something to say." So not good.
He bent at the waist, with his hands on his knees, and oh my if that wasn't the strangest thing he'd ever experienced, and tried to concentrate on not throwing up.
"Don't know what else I'd call myself." Her outfit still hadn't registered.
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"Of course, right," she shook her head, dropping her bag at her feet. "Don't know what I was thinking and really, what an absurd thing to ask..."
She slowed her ramble to a halt and looked at him bent over. A full minute passed. Reaching out again, she stopped short of touching his shoulder and pulled back again. "What can I do?"
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He stood back up again, slowly, waiting for the waves of dizziness to pass. He was sure he'd look back on all this and find it utterly fascinating. Now was not that time.
What could she do, really? He looked down at her, for the first time ever, realizing with a start that he was taller than she was. He wasn't used to seeing her from that angle.
Interesting.
"Somewhere quiet. Not the street."
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Not the street, not the street, not the-
Hattie glanced around at the large store she'd just come out of and decided that taking him there wasn't the best idea. There was a funky beach side motel on the street opposite that, so she nodded in that direction.
"Over there."
Swinging her backpack over her shoulders, she didn't take his hand but motioned. "You okay to walk?"
Not that she had a car to offer.
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He nodded quickly, grabbing her hand with both of his on the downswing. He suddenly felt like he needed the support. "I can walk." He flashed her a weak smile that he hoped was convincing.
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Shocked again when he took her hand, she adjusted so that her hand wasn't being crushed and smiled at him, hopefully a little more convincing than his was.
"Okay," she told him. "We'll go there and take a breather. Get our- well, your bearings."
Across the street, she checked in and soon, they were in a room with two double beds. "I didn't-"
She also wasn't going to try and talk her way out of it.
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Beds. It was a motel, and humans did need to sleep, and he was human now and he knew that because instead of all his thoughts being filed and organized, they now seemed to be floating aimlessly in random jumbles throughout his head because he had a head now, and a brain, and...
Oh dear.
Beds.
And it wasn't like they could go anywhere, unless they rented a car, right? Which would be strange.
But beds were also good for sitting on, or, better yet, flopping back onto with his knees over the side and his arms crossed over his eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Hattie."
Even his voice wasn't his, deeper, younger. Strange and scary.
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"Don't be."
It was said as she gazed down at him before moving to the other bed and setting her bag down on it. Then she folded her arms across her chest and pondered the situation.
What to do? She had no idea.
"You sound different." You look different. "Kitt, I-"
It was awkward, talking to him in his human form.
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"You what?" He didn't move his arms, or open his eyes, because it was easier to keep his voice steady if he pretended everything was normal.
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"I'm sorry."
She sank down onto the bed next to her bag and looked at him. Then she stood and eased down onto his bed next to him.
"Hey," she added, reaching out again. She tried for non-invasive, his hand, running her fingers over skin she hadn't expected to feel. Ever. "We'll fix it."
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He clasped her hand, moving his arm so he could crack open his eyes and watch her. He laid there like that for a long time, just holding her hand, studying her.
"We don't know what to fix because we don't know what's broken." His voice was calmer, now. "You're not really dressed for a day spent indoors. I'm sorry about our plans."
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Laying down next to him, careful not to invade his space too very much, she said, "I don't think you're broken-"
And then she stopped because, really? This wasn't right, exactly, and there he was and she wasn't dressed for indoors, but, "I'm dressed for a day spent with you."
She caught his eye and gave him a small smile.
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He frowned, because even though his body was human his mind was still in car-mode, and clearly that meant he wasn't exactly whole.
"A day at the beach with me." More frowning, this time with an accompanying raised eyebrow.
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"At the beach, or here. Just... with you," she said, aiming for soothing. Raising her own brow, she added, "The beach will be there tomorrow. Or the day after. It's just down the road. It'll be okay."
Another smile, this one a bit more encouraging and she sighed, her sign she was thinking. Closing her eyes, she absently ran her thumb over his knuckles.
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He nodded, then turned onto his side to face her, pulling his legs up onto the bed. "Okay." He hadn't let go of her hand, and he was still watching her curiously.
Strange or not, frightening or not, it was a new, unique experience, and he would be a fool if he didn't try to commit everything to memory, all the sensations, all the emotions.
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At that angle, she eased up onto his bed and rolled toward him as well, their hands between them. Opening her eyes, she fixed him with a look, the look in his eyes confusing her.
"What?" A smile teased at her lips. "You're looking at me kind of funny."
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"I want to remember everything." His eyes narrowed as he gathered his thoughts - another new experience. "Everything is gone. All of the files and organization. I remember, but it's like there's a film over everything. Things are fuzzy, and I can't access any data automatically without thinking about it first. Really thinking, I mean. It's not instantaneous. I don't know where everything is stored, and for the first time in my life, there aren't thousands of programs being run simultaneously processing, cataloguing, and storing information. I have to commit everything consciously to memory. It's a lot of work. More than I thought. How do humans do it?" He shook his head, perplexed.
"I want to remember what you look like to me as a human."
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He wanted to remember what she looked like to him. Not just in general...
"This is all there is," she promised him, still touched that he wanted to remember that badly. "Still dressed for the beach, and really nothing much to talk about, but still Here I am."
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"No." There was more to it than that, he knew there was. "Will it feel different, the memory, when - if - I'm back to being a car?" It was becoming difficult to remember how he perceived things as an AI.
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"I just meant to all there is to me," she reiterated, a gentle smile on her face as she moved her other hand up to prop her head on it. "I don't know what'll happen then, Kitt."
Her hand moved of it's own accord, and she touched him again on his cheek. "I want you to remember me."
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"I'll remember you. I just don't know if I'll remember you like this." He swallowed and closed his eyes when she touched his cheek, savoring the feel. "I want to remember you like this." He opened his eyes again, and they were back to being earnest. "You're beautiful."
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She felt her breath get caught in her throat when he looked at her. The intensity of his tone was still there and she closed her eyes before responding.
"Kitt-" Opening them, she was able to move closer simply by adjusting. "You're amazing."
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He didn't know why he'd said it; it seemed like something he'd been wanting to say for a long time, but couldn't, or wouldn't. Now he couldn't remember why he hadn't before.
"Amazing?" The corners of his mouth quirked up into a nervous smile. His eyes held hers, his expression genuinely confused but somehow pleased. "There's nothing amazing about me anymore."
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Still practically holding her breath, she searched his eyes as he spoke and shook her head when he finished.
"That's just it," she practically whispered. "You've been amazing since the day I met you."
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He paused, pursing his lips, and then the laughter bubbled forth. It wasn't that he was mocking her words, or even that he disbelieved her. It was more surprise, maybe coupled with some insecurity. Not that his old self would have denied her words, but hearing her say that now, when all of the abilities that had made him 'amazing' had been stripped away, it was easier to laugh it off.
When the laughter died down and his smile lingered, he found that gazing into her eyes was very pleasant.
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He laughed at her and she wasn't sure if it was a bad thing or not. Her look of confusion gave way to an uncertain smile and she gave back the smile he was giving her.
And there, gazing into his eyes, she came to the only conclusion she could. Leaning forward slightly, she kissed him.
It was a soft, very light, kiss. Gentle. She barely brushed her lips against his, but it was there and, as she pulled back, she closed her eyes and touched the tip of her tongue to her bottom lip. That was a memory.
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His eyes went wide and he blinked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Now I feel amazing." He'd been uncomfortable with her characterization before, telling him that when he'd become an ordinary human. With that one kiss he suddenly believed it all again.
Tentatively, he reached a hand out to brush his thumb over her lips, then brought it to his own, tasting, thinking.
Amazed.
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She'd already started to apologize, before he'd made his own comment. As wonderful as she'd found it, it had been forward and uncouth and really-
Hattie couldn't help but blink when his thumb brushed over her lips, the gesture entirely more intimate than she had been expecting. Not bad, no. Not at all. Just unexpected.
"Amazing?" Her voice was hopeful, and she felt them sliding into their habit of skirting around issues, the way they always did. She could see him analyzing and it made her hesitant again. "What?"
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"I didn't know. I didn't know there was taste. Warmth. Softness. I never knew." All those sensations, jumbled together and called a kiss. Amazing. His eyes were still wide, his voice still hushed. "Why?" It was suddenly very important to him to find out. "Why a car, when you can have that?"
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It was confusing, the things he was saying. She hadn't really thought that far ahead. He WAS the very car she'd been holding witty conversation with and she was KISSING him and-
"I don't know? The car is fun and funny and smart and caring and-" She felt a sudden fear that he would both remain human and that he wouldn't. "I like the car. You. Kitt, I like YOU."
So saying, she closed the distance again, this time with a deeper kiss, the softness that he spoke of there, but giving way to an intensity that she had to help him feel.
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But the car was a car - metal and glass and rubber and for all that he liked and cared for Hattie that was all it would ever be. All it could ever be.
All that he could ever be.
Why give up something like this, like kissing, for something so cold and unyielding?
And then she was kissing him again and all those thoughts just flew right out of his head as he gave into it - and more, as he could feel himself returning it with an intensity that matched hers. It was hard to think about anything when his lips were crushing hers and his hand had slipped behind her head to tangle his fingers into her hair.
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Had she known his thought processes, she would have agreed. At least for the most part. But he was here now, and he was with her and that was what she wanted. Needed.
This.
A tiny whimper escaped when he moved the kiss even further along. The feel of his hand in her hair had her arching against him, her leg slipping between his.
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The problem with being human, Kitt would probably decide later, was that for all of the decorum and good sense that he possessed as an AI, when human hormones were added to the mix all bets were off as the equation changed, dramatically.
As an AI, he did have emotions, which he often denied. It was easy enough to do; they served no real purpose in the performance of his functions. Unlike human emotions, he could set them aside at will in order to concentrate on the tasks at hand, to leave his thinking unclouded by their unproductive effects. His emotions ran deep, but (as he liked to believe), they also ran at his command. He was an AI, and he could compartmentalize everything. Even his emotions. Especially when it was for what he believed was someone else's own good. Perhaps that was why he seemed to be skirting several issues with Hattie. Surely she could understand why he needed to keep her at arm's length. He couldn't offer her what she truly needed, no matter how much he enjoyed her company and attentions.
It all seemed simple enough, and logical, when his brain was a CPU and his circuits had only electrical impulses running through them. But he was fully human now, and beginning to forget what logic had to do with anything.
He'd chided Michael often enough on his inability to think clearly when a pretty woman was involved, though truth be told Michael's control was really rather remarkable, considering. Or maybe he'd just had more practice at ignoring the chemical soup that his body churned out in response to sexual stimuli.
Kitt didn't have that sort of experience. Hormones and humanity were completely familiar to him on an intellectual level, easily teased about when he could sit in his sheltered and smug superiority, immune to their influences. They were completely alien when he was experiencing them for the first time, had no previous baseline for comparison, and had gotten himself into a situation where pheromones were running high. As it was, he found himself spinning out of control, and much more rapidly than he ever would have believed.
His AI self would have been utterly shocked at the display.
His human self, quite frankly my dear, didn't give a damn.
Maybe later he would regret that loss of control.
Right now, Hattie's whimper was driving him insane, and when her leg slipped between his, he moved to accommodate her without even thinking about it, wrapping his own leg around hers, shifting position so that more of his body was covering hers, and making sure to never, ever break contact with those lips that he found so appealing.
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The problem with being HER, Hattie would later decide, was that for all the control and restraint she possessed on a normal basis, even when confronted with a good looking man, flew out of the window when confronted with a good looking man who had previously been someone she couldn't have touched when she wanted to.
Being someone used to touching and hugging, and being unable to do so when she and Kitt talked and descended into bits of conversation where a hug would have been natural, had been frustrating. This was all that frustration released.
For a man that was newly human, Kitt had learned 'kissing' rather quickly, and when he shifted on top of her, her heart dropped. This was real. He was here and touching her, kissing her and she could touch him back.
Had she stopped to think about it, and maybe it would occur to her later, she would have realized that she was taking extreme advantage of someone who had no idea what was going on. In any sense of the phrase.
At the moment, she was content to wrap an arm loosely around his neck, the other around his waist as he lay above her. More than content, actually. It was perfect.
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Maybe it was her. She made kissing her easy. Maybe it was him. He'd always been a good student, picking things up quickly. (Or maybe it was Ares, who'd pretty much requested just this sort of thing.)
Whatever it was, at the moment he didn't feel there anything like her taking advantage of him going on. At the moment he didn't feel more than anything but bliss, his newly-human brain awash in the powerful chemicals of desire. Human instincts were powerful things, indeed.
One of his hands had moved to her waist, resting there lightly, the other still in her hair, and he was being careful of her beneath him. Her body felt so small and fragile there, but so warm. He'd finally stopped kissing her, remembering he needed to breathe. Tucking his head into the space between the crook of his arm and her shoulder, he lay still, face flushed, eyes closed. Breathing.
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She lay there, heart pounding, eyes closed. Her breathing was erratic as she tried to catch up with what had been going on.
Moving her hand up, she let her fingers play in his hair, then tickle across his neck. Much like his previous form, he was so solid that she felt tiny under him. And, like before, safe. Protected.
With her own face less than an inch from his neck, she leaned up just a bit to suck gently. His skin was soft, the taste inciting her to move under him. If asked, she was only shifting to a more comfortable position, really. In reality, it was pure need.
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Oh. Oh that was nice. He shivered and licked his lips, but didn't open his eyes until she moved again, and then only long enough to smile down at her, resettling himself around her. He gave up trying to breathe.
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Laying beneath him, Hattie smiled up at him a bit shyly when he gazed down at her and took a deep breath. Before she realized what it was she was doing, she pushed his hair back over his face and cupped his cheek, her fingertips just resting against his skin.
"Wow."
Then she remembered she was in fairly short jean shorts and a bathing suit. And promptly blushed even more than she already was.
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: "Wow," he echoed, unable to tear his eyes away from her. If he understood the reason for her blushing, he didn't make mention of it either way. He was too enraptured by her, and the situation.
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"Is this the part where we talk too much and analyze the situation to death?" She asked it quietly, almost breathlessly, the urge to kiss him again, to pull him down and get wrapped up around, inside and with him almost overwhelming.
He wouldn't understand and so she lay there, panting softly, staring into his eyes.
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He shook his head slowly, solemnly. Way too many hormones coursing through for that to happen. He made the decision for both of them by dipping his head to catch her lips with his own.
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She caught her breath just as his lips met hers again and then it was all softness and intensity as she tasted his mouth, his tongue, while he kissed her.
His weight added to the seduction she didn't think he was aiming for, and she lifted her body against his. The hand at his back slipped lower to slide under his shirt, searching for more bare skin to touch.
Another soft moan escaped, and she broke the kiss to tug on his shirt as she whispered, "Can I take this off?"
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Seduction? Clumsy 25-year-old virginal newly-human? It would shame him to think that actually trying to seduce Hattie was the last thing on his mind.
Her touch was raising gooseflesh, and his breath was coming in gasps when he nodded a grunt of affirmation, helping her to tug it up and over his head while trying not to lose contact with her for too long. Then it was back to kissing, this time under her chin and along her jawline, tasting her skin with tentative little flicks of his tongue.
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Her eyes flew open the moment his lips were somewhere other than hers and then fluttered closed again. Her head she dropped back to give him better access to her throat. It was hard for her to ignore the tight feeling in her stomach, the feeling of needing to touch him.
Hattie drew her hands up his back, his skin impossibly smooth, then changed directions, her nails dragging only a little. At the small of his back, her fingertips dipped into his waistband, but stopped there.
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He took the opportunity she presented, growing bolder, working his way in nibbles up to her ear, biting gently at her earlobe, enjoying the shivers he could feel when she moved beneath him. It didn't last long before he had to throw his own head back with a gasp of wide-eyed surprise that soon turned into a sly smile.
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"These, too?"
The smile on his face nearly did her in. How he'd become so adept at That. Look. she had no idea, but she practically growled before ignoring his pants altogether and resuming her kiss.
This time, she just leaned up and suckled gently on his throat, then moved to the center of his bare chest.
"God."
It encompassed so much.
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He was learning. Rapidly. And if he had any sense or thought in his head other than what was happening before him, he might have wondered where that was coming from, because it certainly wasn't experience. Even Michael had been more discreet around him than that.
Those too. They were so tight they were practically cutting off the blood supply to his upstairs head. Her lips on his chest only made it that much worse.
"Hattie." It was more than a whisper, not quite a growl. The bathing suit, as cheerfully yellow as it was, was more of a nuisance than anything else, and as soon as she pulled away, he dipped his head to her shoulder to grasp one of the straps in his teeth, tugging not-so-gently.
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Hattie wasn't a virgin, but it had been a very long time since she'd participated in such activities. Nevertheless, the sounds of her own breathy whimpers reminded her how it was all done.
The sound of her name, in his voice... his VOICE, she couldn't get over that, made her shiver against him, his breath on her skin causing her nipples to tighten and a pool of heat to settle low in her abdomen.
When his teeth scraped against her strap, she reached to the other and pulled it over her shoulder to help him on his way.
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There was something akin to a purr low in his throat, and he was teasing himself by releasing the strap before too much was exposed. And then he stopped.
He pushed himself away from her, far enough to take a good long look at her, his eyes lingering on her chest, drinking it all in with that half-smile of lustful approval. His eyes met hers briefly, and the smile grew fractionally wider before he leaned in to nuzzle her skin, his tongue daring into her cleavage. He wanted to take her right then. His body was aching for it.
Some part of him, some awful, selfish, hopeful part, compelled him to speak, his voice breathy and muffled.
"Are we a couple now?"
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With her bathing suit hovering on breasts, her erratic breathing teased the fabric just enough to hold it in place. When he stared at her, she felt it all. Everything. The lust, the desire, the pure adoration.
Something inside her told her that the same look was in her own eyes. The moment he began to nuzzle her, her hands reached to clasp against his head and she closed her eyes.
Then he spoke.
Her mind flashed to a relationship long past, long gone. One that had no bearing, not now. There was no hesitation in her murmured reply.
"Yes, oh yes."
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If there was any remaining hesitation, her answer seemed to more than satisfy him. His smile turned into a chuckle, and then her suit was in his teeth again, tugging it down over her breasts while his hands worked to help free her arms from the straps.
He was having to stop at each step, struggling to maintain control, to allow his breathing to even out before continuing. He could feel his skin getting sticky with sweat, and wondered again how much longer he could hold out.
She was so beautiful, lying there, watching him with trust in her eyes. It gave him the control he needed to pace himself. Even as he reached a hand out cup her breast, to lower his mouth onto her nipple to tease and pull and suck and bite, some part of his mind was still overwhelmed with the wonder of it all - Hattie, here, in a bed with him, giving herself up to him. It seemed unbelievable.
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His mouth, so wet and hot, against her nipple, had her not just arching but actually holding him in place with one hand behind his head. The feel of his hand around her breast, holding it, made her shiver. There was nothing but heat, all around her. Through her.
With her free hand, she gripped his wrist, afraid to let go, afraid that if she let go, it would all disappear. She needed him to touch her, to taste her, to feel her.
"Slow later-" It came out breathless on a pant. "Please, Kitt."
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The strength of her hand on his wrist didn't exactly startle him, but it stopped him long enough to look up at her as she spoke.
His eyes slid closed as he nodded silently in assent, rolling away from her long enough to sit up. Later. It was a promise.
It was such a relief to unbutton and unzip his jeans that he let out an involuntary gasp at the sudden freedom. He shrugged himself out of his jeans, and then out of his damp briefs, before resuming his place beside Hattie. It was funny; he didn't feel exposed at all, not with her. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to lie naked beside her. What did seem strange was the fact that she was still clothed.
He'd have to do something about that. And again, what seemed the most natural thing to do was to unbutton her shorts and relieve her of them.
Another long, appreciative look, and then he took her into his arms to kiss her thoroughly, his fingers trailing between her legs to stroke her through the fabric of her bathing suit.
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It was when he sat up to remove his clothing that she was able to take a deep breath and collect her thoughts, jumbled as they were. It didn't stop her from appreciating him removing his clothes and then laying next to her again. She was afraid that the hungry look in her eyes might be too much, but then decided that she didn't care.
She had no problems with him removing her shorts, even helping him by kicking them over the edge of the bed. And when he gathered her up in yet another earth-shattering kiss, she melted against him, it also being the most natural thing in the world.
The instant his fingers touched her, even through her bathing suit, she had a moment of embarrassment at the knowledge that he could feel how ready she was for him already. Still, she bucked her hips into his fingers, then pulled back from the kiss enough to push her bathing suit over her hips and off completely.
Completely naked in front of him was better, she decided as she looked at him with more than a bit of longing before resuming their steaming kiss.
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His blood was pounding in his ears and his heart was hammering in his chest as he whispered her name into her mouth again, hoping it didn't sound as desperate as he felt.
The feel of her pressed against him, so close...
He prised her legs open gently with his fingers, feeling the heat and the wetness there, an invitation to slide two fingers up and in, his thumb finding the nub and stroking in small circles. He stopped kissing her only long enough to bring his fingers to his mouth for a taste.
Beautiful. She was so beautiful.
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Hattie was convinced she was going to die. The moment his fingers touched her, her entire body twitched slightly. The reaction was unavoidable as his fingers worked her and she whimpered again when he whispered her name.
The stroking nearly did her in and when he stopped, her stomach dropped. Hattie watched, her eyes hazy with lust, as he tasted her and she knew, just knew, that she had never in her life seen anything more erotic.
She needed him now and to prove her point, she reached between them to wrap a cool hand around his hardness. A slow stroke and her thumb grazed the tip.
"You're amazing."
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His breath caught in his throat and he shuddered when she touched him, his eyes closing while he caught his bottom lip with his teeth. He'd never felt anything like it, ever. There was simply nothing he could compare it to. She had forced him into a kind of stillness, a calm before the storm.
When he finally opened his eyes again they were glazed over with lust and love and need. He shook his head slowly, reluctantly taking hold of her hand and moving it away so that he could kiss her fingertips. Even as he did so he was positioning himself over her, spreading her legs farther apart with his knees, never breaking eye contact with Hattie. He wanted to watch her, to remember how she looked when he finally slid himself inside her.
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His quiet restraint of her hand gave her pause and then he was settling himself between her legs and she couldn't breathe again.
As he hovered over her, she reached up to cup his cheek, feeling him at her entrance. With his first nudge, she took a deep breath, determined to keep her gaze locked with his.
She could feel everything in her body humming, waiting for him to finish what he had started. Every touch, every breath... she wanted it magnified with him inside her. To finally feel him in and around her. To that end, she slid a leg around the back of his thigh to pull him closer.
There were no words. The love in her expression was invitation enough.
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He didn't smile. Smiling would have lessened the moment somehow, made it seem casual and unimportant.
Kitt was feeling exactly the opposite. This was the single most important moment in his entire life. Somehow, somewhere along the way, and without meaning to, he seemed to have fallen in love. And now this moment, like no other before or after, would be the defining moment of his expression to her of that love, of feelings put into actions.
The smiling would come later.
His eyes stayed locked on hers as he accepted her invitation, carefully sliding himself in fully, allowing her warmth to embrace him.
And then he smiled.
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The feeling of him entering her, of filling her, was one that Hattie would never, ever forget. It wasn't like some other time. Somehow, with Kitt, this was different. She felt an intense swell of emotion and when he was completely inside her, she closed her eyes and exhaled softly.
Using the hand that had been resting against his cheek to slide behind his neck to pull him down to her level, she brushed her lips against his, softly at first, then with more pressure. More passion. At the same time, she lifted her hips to help her body adjust to the feeling of him so deep inside her.
With her free hand, she stroked down his back again, her focus split between touching him everywhere at once. Everything in her wanted to take it slow, except her body. That was screaming at her to move, so she did, again.
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He returned the kiss, amazed at all the sensations bombarding him at once. His body was thrumming full with the contact between them, bare skin on bare skin, slowly moving together to find a rhythm. It was awkward at first, reminding him he was still new to this, but with each small thrust and moan and with his lips pressed to hers, he was finding his way.
They were finding their way.
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His every movement, his every thrust made her body even more malleable. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him against her even tighter. He may have been new to the whole thing, but he had the basics down and rhythm was something that anyone could find.
Burying her face in his neck, she nipped and nibbled at the skin there, murmuring soft, unintelligible things to him. Her fingers curled in the hair at the base of his neck when, after minutes of moving together, she felt the familiar tightenings of her body.
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He couldn't remember ever feeling anything so wondrous. There were absolutely no words to describe it. Their bodies moving in unison, the damp warmth that was spiraling him into an ecstasy he couldn't have imagined existed, so unlike anything he'd ever experienced, or could have hoped to. It was like a dance, the tow of them in perfect sync, like they were made for each other.
Made for each other.
He was made for her. This body - his body - had been created, specifically for Hattie.
That thought alone was all that was needed, the nudge to tip him over the edge of the increasingly intense peak he'd been climbing He could feel his body stiffen in anticipation of release, and one hand tightened around her shoulder while the other fisted into the sheets as he mewled and whimpered her name.
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It was the grip on her shoulder combined with the whimper of her name that did her in.
With a soft cry, she came, her entire body tightening hard around him, spasms to pull him even deeper than he had been before. Her head dropped back as she pressed her body against his, the feel of his chest against hers the closeness she needed.
His body was perfect. Everything about him was perfect and she loved him. While it should have, the thought didn't scare her. Instead she opened her eyes and looked into his, then kissed him, her hips never stopping their movement against him. She wanted to feel everything with him. She never wanted to leave his arms.
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His own cry of release into her mouth was hoarse and guttural, a sound unlike any he'd ever made before. The feel of her coming around him, pulling him in, and he couldn't hold back anymore. His body was beyond his control, reflexively convulsing against her, until it left him breathless and shaky in the wake of its passing.
He'd closed his eyes instinctively when it started, and only now that their bodies were finally stilling was he able to open them again, hazy and disoriented in the aftermath. He was still within her. He was remembering to breathe. His cheeks were flushed, and he was sweaty, and she was the same, but the glow of her skin was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen, the moments shared between them the most glorious of his life.
He smiled gently down at her, his breathing still working on evening itself out, and brushed a lock of damp hair away from her face. Cupping her cheek, he leaned in to kiss her tenderly, with no hint of desperation. "I love you."
He closed his eyes again then with his head falling to the pillow, relaxing into her arms, still entwined with her.
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Every thrust, every pulsation, every shaky breath that he made, she could feel. He was a part of her and she could feel that, too. It sent shivers down her spine and only prolonged her own orgasm.
As her body slowed, the sheen of sweat on her body gave way to a cooler feeling and she reveled in his soft touches, closing her eyes when he brushed her hair to the side. Her head turned with the gesture, and when his fingertips brushed across her temple, she gave a soft sigh as she finally caught her breath.
Her even breathing was short-lived however as he kissed her again and told her he loved her. Taking another deep breath, she didn't open her eyes, but smiled softy against his neck.
"I love you," she murmured just below his ear, only loud enough so he could hear her. He was here and he was amazing and he was hers. Her arms tightened for a moment as she adjusted next to him, snuggled close. Her small frame fit next to him perfectly and she knew he had told her the truth about loving her. She could feel it.
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Her murmur made him smile without opening his eyes, and he gave her an extra squeeze as she pressed in close. His chin was now resting on the top of Hattie's head, her face tucked into his neck, and he thought that if he never had to move again he'd be satisfied for the rest of his life.
It was everything he could ever hope for, and nothing he could ever imagine.
SLEEP!
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The nuzzling woke her up and she leaned forward with a smile on her face and a bit of laughter in her voice. "That tickles," she giggled, her voice just above a whisper so as to not break the mood.
She could feel his nakedness behind her and she pushed her backside against him as a tease. His arms she hugged with her own and then looked over her shoulder at him. Barely awake, he was absolutely adorable. Barely stretching, she kissed him quickly.
"Hi."
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He smiled at her, his voice sleepy. "Hi." He lifted his head and looked around, noticing the darkness for the first time. Candles entered his mind briefly, but was quickly dismissed. Candles would mean he'd have to get up, and getting up would mean he'd have to break his contact with Hattie. Not an option he wanted to contemplate.
"Hi," he said again, more awake, his eyes sweeping over her naked form.
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Her mind said 'embarrassment', but her body reacted to his eyes moving across her body and she gave a slow smile, looking from his chest back to his eyes.
"Hi."
It was a bit repetitive, but anything else seemed like overkill at the moment. With very little effort, Hattie rolled to her back and gently pulled him down for a soft kiss. Her mouth worked against his, her tongue touching his lips to tease them open. New at this he may be, but he was a fantastic kisser and she couldn't think of a better way to wake up.
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It wouldn't take much for him to be ready for her again. She was already off to a fantastic start. He could tell that this time would be different, though; the frantic desperation he'd felt earlier was gone, giving way to a slower mindset where he was set to explore, to discover her body with all its nuances. Her mouth was just the beginning, and he took his time, allowing her tongue entrance to slide against his, his hand moving to cup the back of her head to pull her closer, deepening the kiss.
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The kiss being what it was (slow, sensual and full of feeling), Hattie lay there taking advantage of his closeness. She let her hands do the wandering for her, one resting against his upper arm, the other against his stomach.
Her fingers curled into a fist and she brushed her knuckles against the skin just above his groin, her thumb teasing the most sensitive area there without being overly sexual. She took her time touching and exploring, even when she couldn't see.
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He closed his eyes and moaned softly, his breath catching in his throat. His fingers fisted into her hair while he rode that wave, then slowly relaxed again as his breath calmed. Just that simple touch of hers, and he was already fully aroused, hard and waiting.
And absolutely determined he was going to take his time. He wanted to memorize her body, every dip, every curve.
He untangled his fingers from her hair to trail his fingertips down her side, finally coming to rest on her hip, all the while his tongue still exploring her mouth.
She was amazing.
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Her body reacted as he trailed his fingertips down her side, by shivering and jumping at the appropriate moments. The feel of his hand on her hips nearly did her in and she breathed his name into their kiss.
Letting her own fingertips continue down, she grasped him lightly and stroked once, twice, breath catching when she drew a reaction from him. True, there was no hurry, but she couldn't get enough of just touching him.
He was beautiful.
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He broke off the kiss, biting his lip, eyes closed again. He would never, ever chide Michael again. How humans ever got anything done was beyond him at this point - with such a gift as this closeness, why would they ever leave the bedroom?
Breathe, breathe, breathe. Eyes opened, and he kissed the tip of her nose, holding her face gently in his hand, eyes on hers.
"Let me make love to you." Please.
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... so they did :)
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Her eyes narrowed, not in suspicion, but confusion and she peered at him. Something about him was familiar and she took a deep breath.
"How do you know me?"
He looked up at her, meeting her eyes for the first time, then glanced around quickly.
"It would have been a lot easier if I had just driven off."
Hattie's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. It took a a moment to find her voice, and when she did, it had turned into a whisper.
"Kitt?"
He looked at her again briefly, then dropped his eyes and nodded. He would have said something like, 'in the flesh', except right now that didn't seem very funny.
Closing the distance between them, she ducked her head so she could look up into his face.
"Hey." It came out kind of sharp, but she wanted to get his attention, completely ignoring the man that had been helping her. He shook his head and moved away, not sure what had happened. "Kitt? YOU'RE Kitt."
A breath and she reached out to touch his face, gently.
He jerked his head away out of instinct, then immediately looked contrite. "Sorry."
She jumped when he jerked his head away, startled still at the entire transformation, and dropped her hand, shaking her head.
"No, no," she said quickly. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-" She cleared her throat. "I'm sorry."
She was startled? He was probably going to start hyperventilating here soon. Closing his eyes, he shook his head also. "No, no, it's okay. Sorry. Just one of those things."
"One of those things?"
She couldn't breathe. In fact, she took an entire step back. "Ki- Is it still Kitt?" Bringing her bag around front, she patted the pockets while keeping her gaze on him until she found her glasses. "Okay. So...?"
He stared at her for a moment. "It seemed like something to say." So not good.
He bent at the waist, with his hands on his knees, and oh my if that wasn't the strangest thing he'd ever experienced, and tried to concentrate on not throwing up.
"Don't know what else I'd call myself." Her outfit still hadn't registered.
"Of course, right," she shook her head, dropping her bag at her feet. "Don't know what I was thinking and really, what an absurd thing to ask..."
She slowed her ramble to a halt and looked at him bent over. A full minute passed. Reaching out again, she stopped short of touching his shoulder and pulled back again. "What can I do?"
He stood back up again, slowly, waiting for the waves of dizziness to pass. He was sure he'd look back on all this and find it utterly fascinating. Now was not that time.
What could she do, really? He looked down at her, for the first time ever, realizing with a start that he was taller than she was. He wasn't used to seeing her from that angle.
Interesting.
"Somewhere quiet. Not the street."
Not the street, not the street, not the-
Hattie glanced around at the large store she'd just come out of and decided that taking him there wasn't the best idea. There was a funky beach side motel on the street opposite that, so she nodded in that direction.
"Over there."
Swinging her backpack over her shoulders, she didn't take his hand but motioned. "You okay to walk?"
Not that she had a car to offer.
He nodded quickly, grabbing her hand with both of his on the downswing. He suddenly felt like he needed the support. "I can walk." He flashed her a weak smile that he hoped was convincing.
Shocked again when he took her hand, she adjusted so that her hand wasn't being crushed and smiled at him, hopefully a little more convincing than his was.
"Okay," she told him. "We'll go there and take a breather. Get our- well, your bearings."
Across the street, she checked in and soon, they were in a room with two double beds. "I didn't-"
She also wasn't going to try and talk her way out of it.
Beds. It was a motel, and humans did need to sleep, and he was human now and he knew that because instead of all his thoughts being filed and organized, they now seemed to be floating aimlessly in random jumbles throughout his head because he had a head now, and a brain, and...
Oh dear.
Beds.
And it wasn't like they could go anywhere, unless they rented a car, right? Which would be strange.
But beds were also good for sitting on, or, better yet, flopping back onto with his knees over the side and his arms crossed over his eyes.
"I'm so sorry, Hattie."
Even his voice wasn't his, deeper, younger. Strange and scary.
"Don't be."
It was said as she gazed down at him before moving to the other bed and setting her bag down on it. Then she folded her arms across her chest and pondered the situation.
What to do? She had no idea.
"You sound different." You look different. "Kitt, I-"
It was awkward, talking to him in his human form.
"You what?" He didn't move his arms, or open his eyes, because it was easier to keep his voice steady if he pretended everything was normal.
"I'm sorry."
She sank down onto the bed next to her bag and looked at him. Then she stood and eased down onto his bed next to him.
"Hey," she added, reaching out again. She tried for non-invasive, his hand, running her fingers over skin she hadn't expected to feel. Ever. "We'll fix it."
He clasped her hand, moving his arm so he could crack open his eyes and watch her. He laid there like that for a long time, just holding her hand, studying her.
"We don't know what to fix because we don't know what's broken." His voice was calmer, now. "You're not really dressed for a day spent indoors. I'm sorry about our plans."
Laying down next to him, careful not to invade his space too very much, she said, "I don't think you're broken-"
And then she stopped because, really? This wasn't right, exactly, and there he was and she wasn't dressed for indoors, but, "I'm dressed for a day spent with you."
She caught his eye and gave him a small smile.
He frowned, because even though his body was human his mind was still in car-mode, and clearly that meant he wasn't exactly whole.
"A day at the beach with me." More frowning, this time with an accompanying raised eyebrow.
"At the beach, or here. Just... with you," she said, aiming for soothing. Raising her own brow, she added, "The beach will be there tomorrow. Or the day after. It's just down the road. It'll be okay."
Another smile, this one a bit more encouraging and she sighed, her sign she was thinking. Closing her eyes, she absently ran her thumb over his knuckles.
He nodded, then turned onto his side to face her, pulling his legs up onto the bed. "Okay." He hadn't let go of her hand, and he was still watching her curiously.
Strange or not, frightening or not, it was a new, unique experience, and he would be a fool if he didn't try to commit everything to memory, all the sensations, all the emotions.
At that angle, she eased up onto his bed and rolled toward him as well, their hands between them. Opening her eyes, she fixed him with a look, the look in his eyes confusing her.
"What?" A smile teased at her lips. "You're looking at me kind of funny."
"I want to remember everything." His eyes narrowed as he gathered his thoughts - another new experience. "Everything is gone. All of the files and organization. I remember, but it's like there's a film over everything. Things are fuzzy, and I can't access any data automatically without thinking about it first. Really thinking, I mean. It's not instantaneous. I don't know where everything is stored, and for the first time in my life, there aren't thousands of programs being run simultaneously processing, cataloguing, and storing information. I have to commit everything consciously to memory. It's a lot of work. More than I thought. How do humans do it?" He shook his head, perplexed.
"I want to remember what you look like to me as a human."
He wanted to remember what she looked like to him. Not just in general...
"This is all there is," she promised him, still touched that he wanted to remember that badly. "Still dressed for the beach, and really nothing much to talk about, but still Here I am."
"No." There was more to it than that, he knew there was. "Will it feel different, the memory, when - if - I'm back to being a car?" It was becoming difficult to remember how he perceived things as an AI.
"I just meant to all there is to me," she reiterated, a gentle smile on her face as she moved her other hand up to prop her head on it. "I don't know what'll happen then, Kitt."
Her hand moved of it's own accord, and she touched him again on his cheek. "I want you to remember me."
"I'll remember you. I just don't know if I'll remember you like this." He swallowed and closed his eyes when she touched his cheek, savoring the feel. "I want to remember you like this." He opened his eyes again, and they were back to being earnest. "You're beautiful."
She felt her breath get caught in her throat when he looked at her. The intensity of his tone was still there and she closed her eyes before responding.
"Kitt-" Opening them, she was able to move closer simply by adjusting. "You're amazing."
He didn't know why he'd said it; it seemed like something he'd been wanting to say for a long time, but couldn't, or wouldn't. Now he couldn't remember why he hadn't before.
"Amazing?" The corners of his mouth quirked up into a nervous smile. His eyes held hers, his expression genuinely confused but somehow pleased. "There's nothing amazing about me anymore."
Still practically holding her breath, she searched his eyes as he spoke and shook her head when he finished.
"That's just it," she practically whispered. "You've been amazing since the day I met you."
He paused, pursing his lips, and then the laughter bubbled forth. It wasn't that he was mocking her words, or even that he disbelieved her. It was more surprise, maybe coupled with some insecurity. Not that his old self would have denied her words, but hearing her say that now, when all of the abilities that had made him 'amazing' had been stripped away, it was easier to laugh it off.
When the laughter died down and his smile lingered, he found that gazing into her eyes was very pleasant.
He laughed at her and she wasn't sure if it was a bad thing or not. Her look of confusion gave way to an uncertain smile and she gave back the smile he was giving her.
And there, gazing into his eyes, she came to the only conclusion she could. Leaning forward slightly, she kissed him.
It was a soft, very light, kiss. Gentle. She barely brushed her lips against his, but it was there and, as she pulled back, she closed her eyes and touched the tip of her tongue to her bottom lip. That was a memory.
His eyes went wide and he blinked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Now I feel amazing." He'd been uncomfortable with her characterization before, telling him that when he'd become an ordinary human. With that one kiss he suddenly believed it all again.
Tentatively, he reached a hand out to brush his thumb over her lips, then brought it to his own, tasting, thinking.
Amazed.
She'd already started to apologize, before he'd made his own comment. As wonderful as she'd found it, it had been forward and uncouth and really-
Hattie couldn't help but blink when his thumb brushed over her lips, the gesture entirely more intimate than she had been expecting. Not bad, no. Not at all. Just unexpected.
"Amazing?" Her voice was hopeful, and she felt them sliding into their habit of skirting around issues, the way they always did. She could see him analyzing and it made her hesitant again. "What?"
"I didn't know. I didn't know there was taste. Warmth. Softness. I never knew." All those sensations, jumbled together and called a kiss. Amazing. His eyes were still wide, his voice still hushed. "Why?" It was suddenly very important to him to find out. "Why a car, when you can have that?"
It was confusing, the things he was saying. She hadn't really thought that far ahead. He WAS the very car she'd been holding witty conversation with and she was KISSING him and-
"I don't know? The car is fun and funny and smart and caring and-" She felt a sudden fear that he would both remain human and that he wouldn't. "I like the car. You. Kitt, I like YOU."
So saying, she closed the distance again, this time with a deeper kiss, the softness that he spoke of there, but giving way to an intensity that she had to help him feel.
But the car was a car - metal and glass and rubber and for all that he liked and cared for Hattie that was all it would ever be. All it could ever be.
All that he could ever be.
Why give up something like this, like kissing, for something so cold and unyielding?
And then she was kissing him again and all those thoughts just flew right out of his head as he gave into it - and more, as he could feel himself returning it with an intensity that matched hers. It was hard to think about anything when his lips were crushing hers and his hand had slipped behind her head to tangle his fingers into her hair.
Had she known his thought processes, she would have agreed. At least for the most part. But he was here now, and he was with her and that was what she wanted. Needed.
This.
A tiny whimper escaped when he moved the kiss even further along. The feel of his hand in her hair had her arching against him, her leg slipping between his.
The problem with being human, Kitt would probably decide later, was that for all of the decorum and good sense that he possessed as an AI, when human hormones were added to the mix all bets were off as the equation changed, dramatically.
As an AI, he did have emotions, which he often denied. It was easy enough to do; they served no real purpose in the performance of his functions. Unlike human emotions, he could set them aside at will in order to concentrate on the tasks at hand, to leave his thinking unclouded by their unproductive effects. His emotions ran deep, but (as he liked to believe), they also ran at his command. He was an AI, and he could compartmentalize everything. Even his emotions. Especially when it was for what he believed was someone else's own good. Perhaps that was why he seemed to be skirting several issues with Hattie. Surely she could understand why he needed to keep her at arm's length. He couldn't offer her what she truly needed, no matter how much he enjoyed her company and attentions.
It all seemed simple enough, and logical, when his brain was a CPU and his circuits had only electrical impulses running through them. But he was fully human now, and beginning to forget what logic had to do with anything.
He'd chided Michael often enough on his inability to think clearly when a pretty woman was involved, though truth be told Michael's control was really rather remarkable, considering. Or maybe he'd just had more practice at ignoring the chemical soup that his body churned out in response to sexual stimuli.
Kitt didn't have that sort of experience. Hormones and humanity were completely familiar to him on an intellectual level, easily teased about when he could sit in his sheltered and smug superiority, immune to their influences. They were completely alien when he was experiencing them for the first time, had no previous baseline for comparison, and had gotten himself into a situation where pheromones were running high. As it was, he found himself spinning out of control, and much more rapidly than he ever would have believed.
His AI self would have been utterly shocked at the display.
His human self, quite frankly my dear, didn't give a damn.
Maybe later he would regret that loss of control.
Right now, Hattie's whimper was driving him insane, and when her leg slipped between his, he moved to accommodate her without even thinking about it, wrapping his own leg around hers, shifting position so that more of his body was covering hers, and making sure to never, ever break contact with those lips that he found so appealing.
The problem with being HER, Hattie would later decide, was that for all the control and restraint she possessed on a normal basis, even when confronted with a good looking man, flew out of the window when confronted with a good looking man who had previously been someone she couldn't have touched when she wanted to.
Being someone used to touching and hugging, and being unable to do so when she and Kitt talked and descended into bits of conversation where a hug would have been natural, had been frustrating. This was all that frustration released.
For a man that was newly human, Kitt had learned 'kissing' rather quickly, and when he shifted on top of her, her heart dropped. This was real. He was here and touching her, kissing her and she could touch him back.
Had she stopped to think about it, and maybe it would occur to her later, she would have realized that she was taking extreme advantage of someone who had no idea what was going on. In any sense of the phrase.
At the moment, she was content to wrap an arm loosely around his neck, the other around his waist as he lay above her. More than content, actually. It was perfect.
Maybe it was her. She made kissing her easy. Maybe it was him. He'd always been a good student, picking things up quickly. (Or maybe it was Ares, who'd pretty much requested just this sort of thing.)
Whatever it was, at the moment he didn't feel there anything like her taking advantage of him going on. At the moment he didn't feel more than anything but bliss, his newly-human brain awash in the powerful chemicals of desire. Human instincts were powerful things, indeed.
One of his hands had moved to her waist, resting there lightly, the other still in her hair, and he was being careful of her beneath him. Her body felt so small and fragile there, but so warm. He'd finally stopped kissing her, remembering he needed to breathe. Tucking his head into the space between the crook of his arm and her shoulder, he lay still, face flushed, eyes closed. Breathing.
She lay there, heart pounding, eyes closed. Her breathing was erratic as she tried to catch up with what had been going on.
Moving her hand up, she let her fingers play in his hair, then tickle across his neck. Much like his previous form, he was so solid that she felt tiny under him. And, like before, safe. Protected.
With her own face less than an inch from his neck, she leaned up just a bit to suck gently. His skin was soft, the taste inciting her to move under him. If asked, she was only shifting to a more comfortable position, really. In reality, it was pure need.
Oh. Oh that was nice. He shivered and licked his lips, but didn't open his eyes until she moved again, and then only long enough to smile down at her, resettling himself around her. He gave up trying to breathe.
Laying beneath him, Hattie smiled up at him a bit shyly when he gazed down at her and took a deep breath. Before she realized what it was she was doing, she pushed his hair back over his face and cupped his cheek, her fingertips just resting against his skin.
"Wow."
Then she remembered she was in fairly short jean shorts and a bathing suit. And promptly blushed even more than she already was.
: "Wow," he echoed, unable to tear his eyes away from her. If he understood the reason for her blushing, he didn't make mention of it either way. He was too enraptured by her, and the situation.
"Is this the part where we talk too much and analyze the situation to death?" She asked it quietly, almost breathlessly, the urge to kiss him again, to pull him down and get wrapped up around, inside and with him almost overwhelming.
He wouldn't understand and so she lay there, panting softly, staring into his eyes.
He shook his head slowly, solemnly. Way too many hormones coursing through for that to happen. He made the decision for both of them by dipping his head to catch her lips with his own.
She caught her breath just as his lips met hers again and then it was all softness and intensity as she tasted his mouth, his tongue, while he kissed her.
His weight added to the seduction she didn't think he was aiming for, and she lifted her body against his. The hand at his back slipped lower to slide under his shirt, searching for more bare skin to touch.
Another soft moan escaped, and she broke the kiss to tug on his shirt as she whispered, "Can I take this off?"
Seduction? Clumsy 25-year-old virginal newly-human? It would shame him to think that actually trying to seduce Hattie was the last thing on his mind.
Her touch was raising gooseflesh, and his breath was coming in gasps when he nodded a grunt of affirmation, helping her to tug it up and over his head while trying not to lose contact with her for too long. Then it was back to kissing, this time under her chin and along her jawline, tasting her skin with tentative little flicks of his tongue.
Her eyes flew open the moment his lips were somewhere other than hers and then fluttered closed again. Her head she dropped back to give him better access to her throat. It was hard for her to ignore the tight feeling in her stomach, the feeling of needing to touch him.
Hattie drew her hands up his back, his skin impossibly smooth, then changed directions, her nails dragging only a little. At the small of his back, her fingertips dipped into his waistband, but stopped there.
He took the opportunity she presented, growing bolder, working his way in nibbles up to her ear, biting gently at her earlobe, enjoying the shivers he could feel when she moved beneath him. It didn't last long before he had to throw his own head back with a gasp of wide-eyed surprise that soon turned into a sly smile.
"These, too?"
The smile on his face nearly did her in. How he'd become so adept at That. Look. she had no idea, but she practically growled before ignoring his pants altogether and resuming her kiss.
This time, she just leaned up and suckled gently on his throat, then moved to the center of his bare chest.
"God."
It encompassed so much.
He was learning. Rapidly. And if he had any sense or thought in his head other than what was happening before him, he might have wondered where that was coming from, because it certainly wasn't experience. Even Michael had been more discreet around him than that.
Those too. They were so tight they were practically cutting off the blood supply to his upstairs head. Her lips on his chest only made it that much worse.
"Hattie." It was more than a whisper, not quite a growl. The bathing suit, as cheerfully yellow as it was, was more of a nuisance than anything else, and as soon as she pulled away, he dipped his head to her shoulder to grasp one of the straps in his teeth, tugging not-so-gently.
Hattie wasn't a virgin, but it had been a very long time since she'd participated in such activities. Nevertheless, the sounds of her own breathy whimpers reminded her how it was all done.
The sound of her name, in his voice... his VOICE, she couldn't get over that, made her shiver against him, his breath on her skin causing her nipples to tighten and a pool of heat to settle low in her abdomen.
When his teeth scraped against her strap, she reached to the other and pulled it over her shoulder to help him on his way.
There was something akin to a purr low in his throat, and he was teasing himself by releasing the strap before too much was exposed. And then he stopped.
He pushed himself away from her, far enough to take a good long look at her, his eyes lingering on her chest, drinking it all in with that half-smile of lustful approval. His eyes met hers briefly, and the smile grew fractionally wider before he leaned in to nuzzle her skin, his tongue daring into her cleavage. He wanted to take her right then. His body was aching for it.
Some part of him, some awful, selfish, hopeful part, compelled him to speak, his voice breathy and muffled.
"Are we a couple now?"
With her bathing suit hovering on breasts, her erratic breathing teased the fabric just enough to hold it in place. When he stared at her, she felt it all. Everything. The lust, the desire, the pure adoration.
Something inside her told her that the same look was in her own eyes. The moment he began to nuzzle her, her hands reached to clasp against his head and she closed her eyes.
Then he spoke.
Her mind flashed to a relationship long past, long gone. One that had no bearing, not now. There was no hesitation in her murmured reply.
"Yes, oh yes."
If there was any remaining hesitation, her answer seemed to more than satisfy him. His smile turned into a chuckle, and then her suit was in his teeth again, tugging it down over her breasts while his hands worked to help free her arms from the straps.
He was having to stop at each step, struggling to maintain control, to allow his breathing to even out before continuing. He could feel his skin getting sticky with sweat, and wondered again how much longer he could hold out.
She was so beautiful, lying there, watching him with trust in her eyes. It gave him the control he needed to pace himself. Even as he reached a hand out cup her breast, to lower his mouth onto her nipple to tease and pull and suck and bite, some part of his mind was still overwhelmed with the wonder of it all - Hattie, here, in a bed with him, giving herself up to him. It seemed unbelievable.
His mouth, so wet and hot, against her nipple, had her not just arching but actually holding him in place with one hand behind his head. The feel of his hand around her breast, holding it, made her shiver. There was nothing but heat, all around her. Through her.
With her free hand, she gripped his wrist, afraid to let go, afraid that if she let go, it would all disappear. She needed him to touch her, to taste her, to feel her.
"Slow later-" It came out breathless on a pant. "Please, Kitt."
The strength of her hand on his wrist didn't exactly startle him, but it stopped him long enough to look up at her as she spoke.
His eyes slid closed as he nodded silently in assent, rolling away from her long enough to sit up. Later. It was a promise.
It was such a relief to unbutton and unzip his jeans that he let out an involuntary gasp at the sudden freedom. He shrugged himself out of his jeans, and then out of his damp briefs, before resuming his place beside Hattie. It was funny; he didn't feel exposed at all, not with her. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to lie naked beside her. What did seem strange was the fact that she was still clothed.
He'd have to do something about that. And again, what seemed the most natural thing to do was to unbutton her shorts and relieve her of them.
Another long, appreciative look, and then he took her into his arms to kiss her thoroughly, his fingers trailing between her legs to stroke her through the fabric of her bathing suit.
It was when he sat up to remove his clothing that she was able to take a deep breath and collect her thoughts, jumbled as they were. It didn't stop her from appreciating him removing his clothes and then laying next to her again. She was afraid that the hungry look in her eyes might be too much, but then decided that she didn't care.
She had no problems with him removing her shorts, even helping him by kicking them over the edge of the bed. And when he gathered her up in yet another earth-shattering kiss, she melted against him, it also being the most natural thing in the world.
The instant his fingers touched her, even through her bathing suit, she had a moment of embarrassment at the knowledge that he could feel how ready she was for him already. Still, she bucked her hips into his fingers, then pulled back from the kiss enough to push her bathing suit over her hips and off completely.
Completely naked in front of him was better, she decided as she looked at him with more than a bit of longing before resuming their steaming kiss.
His blood was pounding in his ears and his heart was hammering in his chest as he whispered her name into her mouth again, hoping it didn't sound as desperate as he felt.
The feel of her pressed against him, so close...
He prised her legs open gently with his fingers, feeling the heat and the wetness there, an invitation to slide two fingers up and in, his thumb finding the nub and stroking in small circles. He stopped kissing her only long enough to bring his fingers to his mouth for a taste.
Beautiful. She was so beautiful.
Hattie was convinced she was going to die. The moment his fingers touched her, her entire body twitched slightly. The reaction was unavoidable as his fingers worked her and she whimpered again when he whispered her name.
The stroking nearly did her in and when he stopped, her stomach dropped. Hattie watched, her eyes hazy with lust, as he tasted her and she knew, just knew, that she had never in her life seen anything more erotic.
She needed him now and to prove her point, she reached between them to wrap a cool hand around his hardness. A slow stroke and her thumb grazed the tip.
"You're amazing."
His breath caught in his throat and he shuddered when she touched him, his eyes closing while he caught his bottom lip with his teeth. He'd never felt anything like it, ever. There was simply nothing he could compare it to. She had forced him into a kind of stillness, a calm before the storm.
When he finally opened his eyes again they were glazed over with lust and love and need. He shook his head slowly, reluctantly taking hold of her hand and moving it away so that he could kiss her fingertips. Even as he did so he was positioning himself over her, spreading her legs farther apart with his knees, never breaking eye contact with Hattie. He wanted to watch her, to remember how she looked when he finally slid himself inside her.
His quiet restraint of her hand gave her pause and then he was settling himself between her legs and she couldn't breathe again.
As he hovered over her, she reached up to cup his cheek, feeling him at her entrance. With his first nudge, she took a deep breath, determined to keep her gaze locked with his.
She could feel everything in her body humming, waiting for him to finish what he had started. Every touch, every breath... she wanted it magnified with him inside her. To finally feel him in and around her. To that end, she slid a leg around the back of his thigh to pull him closer.
There were no words. The love in her expression was invitation enough.
He didn't smile. Smiling would have lessened the moment somehow, made it seem casual and unimportant.
Kitt was feeling exactly the opposite. This was the single most important moment in his entire life. Somehow, somewhere along the way, and without meaning to, he seemed to have fallen in love. And now this moment, like no other before or after, would be the defining moment of his expression to her of that love, of feelings put into actions.
The smiling would come later.
His eyes stayed locked on hers as he accepted her invitation, carefully sliding himself in fully, allowing her warmth to embrace him.
And then he smiled.
The feeling of him entering her, of filling her, was one that Hattie would never, ever forget. It wasn't like some other time. Somehow, with Kitt, this was different. She felt an intense swell of emotion and when he was completely inside her, she closed her eyes and exhaled softly.
Using the hand that had been resting against his cheek to slide behind his neck to pull him down to her level, she brushed her lips against his, softly at first, then with more pressure. More passion. At the same time, she lifted her hips to help her body adjust to the feeling of him so deep inside her.
With her free hand, she stroked down his back again, her focus split between touching him everywhere at once. Everything in her wanted to take it slow, except her body. That was screaming at her to move, so she did, again.
He returned the kiss, amazed at all the sensations bombarding him at once. His body was thrumming full with the contact between them, bare skin on bare skin, slowly moving together to find a rhythm. It was awkward at first, reminding him he was still new to this, but with each small thrust and moan and with his lips pressed to hers, he was finding his way.
They were finding their way.
His every movement, his every thrust made her body even more malleable. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him against her even tighter. He may have been new to the whole thing, but he had the basics down and rhythm was something that anyone could find.
Burying her face in his neck, she nipped and nibbled at the skin there, murmuring soft, unintelligible things to him. Her fingers curled in the hair at the base of his neck when, after minutes of moving together, she felt the familiar tightenings of her body.
He couldn't remember ever feeling anything so wondrous. There were absolutely no words to describe it. Their bodies moving in unison, the damp warmth that was spiraling him into an ecstasy he couldn't have imagined existed, so unlike anything he'd ever experienced, or could have hoped to. It was like a dance, the tow of them in perfect sync, like they were made for each other.
Made for each other.
He was made for her. This body - his body - had been created, specifically for Hattie.
That thought alone was all that was needed, the nudge to tip him over the edge of the increasingly intense peak he'd been climbing He could feel his body stiffen in anticipation of release, and one hand tightened around her shoulder while the other fisted into the sheets as he mewled and whimpered her name.
It was the grip on her shoulder combined with the whimper of her name that did her in.
With a soft cry, she came, her entire body tightening hard around him, spasms to pull him even deeper than he had been before. Her head dropped back as she pressed her body against his, the feel of his chest against hers the closeness she needed.
His body was perfect. Everything about him was perfect and she loved him. While it should have, the thought didn't scare her. Instead she opened her eyes and looked into his, then kissed him, her hips never stopping their movement against him. She wanted to feel everything with him. She never wanted to leave his arms.
His own cry of release into her mouth was hoarse and guttural, a sound unlike any he'd ever made before. The feel of her coming around him, pulling him in, and he couldn't hold back anymore. His body was beyond his control, reflexively convulsing against her, until it left him breathless and shaky in the wake of its passing.
He'd closed his eyes instinctively when it started, and only now that their bodies were finally stilling was he able to open them again, hazy and disoriented in the aftermath. He was still within her. He was remembering to breathe. His cheeks were flushed, and he was sweaty, and she was the same, but the glow of her skin was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen, the moments shared between them the most glorious of his life.
He smiled gently down at her, his breathing still working on evening itself out, and brushed a lock of damp hair away from her face. Cupping her cheek, he leaned in to kiss her tenderly, with no hint of desperation. "I love you."
He closed his eyes again then with his head falling to the pillow, relaxing into her arms, still entwined with her.
Every thrust, every pulsation, every shaky breath that he made, she could feel. He was a part of her and she could feel that, too. It sent shivers down her spine and only prolonged her own orgasm.
As her body slowed, the sheen of sweat on her body gave way to a cooler feeling and she reveled in his soft touches, closing her eyes when he brushed her hair to the side. Her head turned with the gesture, and when his fingertips brushed across her temple, she gave a soft sigh as she finally caught her breath.
Her even breathing was short-lived however as he kissed her again and told her he loved her. Taking another deep breath, she didn't open her eyes, but smiled softy against his neck.
"I love you," she murmured just below his ear, only loud enough so he could hear her. He was here and he was amazing and he was hers. Her arms tightened for a moment as she adjusted next to him, snuggled close. Her small frame fit next to him perfectly and she knew he had told her the truth about loving her. She could feel it.
Her murmur made him smile without opening his eyes, and he gave her an extra squeeze as she pressed in close. His chin was now resting on the top of Hattie's head, her face tucked into his neck, and he thought that if he never had to move again he'd be satisfied for the rest of his life.
It was everything he could ever hope for, and nothing he could ever imagine.
SLEEP!
The nuzzling woke her up and she leaned forward with a smile on her face and a bit of laughter in her voice. "That tickles," she giggled, her voice just above a whisper so as to not break the mood.
She could feel his nakedness behind her and she pushed her backside against him as a tease. His arms she hugged with her own and then looked over her shoulder at him. Barely awake, he was absolutely adorable. Barely stretching, she kissed him quickly.
"Hi."
He smiled at her, his voice sleepy. "Hi." He lifted his head and looked around, noticing the darkness for the first time. Candles entered his mind briefly, but was quickly dismissed. Candles would mean he'd have to get up, and getting up would mean he'd have to break his contact with Hattie. Not an option he wanted to contemplate.
"Hi," he said again, more awake, his eyes sweeping over her naked form.
Her mind said 'embarrassment', but her body reacted to his eyes moving across her body and she gave a slow smile, looking from his chest back to his eyes.
"Hi."
It was a bit repetitive, but anything else seemed like overkill at the moment. With very little effort, Hattie rolled to her back and gently pulled him down for a soft kiss. Her mouth worked against his, her tongue touching his lips to tease them open. New at this he may be, but he was a fantastic kisser and she couldn't think of a better way to wake up.
It wouldn't take much for him to be ready for her again. She was already off to a fantastic start. He could tell that this time would be different, though; the frantic desperation he'd felt earlier was gone, giving way to a slower mindset where he was set to explore, to discover her body with all its nuances. Her mouth was just the beginning, and he took his time, allowing her tongue entrance to slide against his, his hand moving to cup the back of her head to pull her closer, deepening the kiss.
The kiss being what it was (slow, sensual and full of feeling), Hattie lay there taking advantage of his closeness. She let her hands do the wandering for her, one resting against his upper arm, the other against his stomach.
Her fingers curled into a fist and she brushed her knuckles against the skin just above his groin, her thumb teasing the most sensitive area there without being overly sexual. She took her time touching and exploring, even when she couldn't see.
He closed his eyes and moaned softly, his breath catching in his throat. His fingers fisted into her hair while he rode that wave, then slowly relaxed again as his breath calmed. Just that simple touch of hers, and he was already fully aroused, hard and waiting.
And absolutely determined he was going to take his time. He wanted to memorize her body, every dip, every curve.
He untangled his fingers from her hair to trail his fingertips down her side, finally coming to rest on her hip, all the while his tongue still exploring her mouth.
She was amazing.
Her body reacted as he trailed his fingertips down her side, by shivering and jumping at the appropriate moments. The feel of his hand on her hips nearly did her in and she breathed his name into their kiss.
Letting her own fingertips continue down, she grasped him lightly and stroked once, twice, breath catching when she drew a reaction from him. True, there was no hurry, but she couldn't get enough of just touching him.
He was beautiful.
He broke off the kiss, biting his lip, eyes closed again. He would never, ever chide Michael again. How humans ever got anything done was beyond him at this point - with such a gift as this closeness, why would they ever leave the bedroom?
Breathe, breathe, breathe. Eyes opened, and he kissed the tip of her nose, holding her face gently in his hand, eyes on hers.
"Let me make love to you." Please.
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... so they did :)
