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“Nick!”
Sole looked up at him with wide, shocked eyes as the synth smiled deviously, the click of the handcuffs locking sounded definitively above her head as he secured her to the metal bed frame.
“I told you what would happen if you didn’t hold still, doll.” He chuckled at her and stepped away, his glowing, golden eyes shining in the dim as he took in the sight of her, spread out on the bare mattress before him, in nothing but the lacy panties that had thrown them into this mess.
They were meant to be productive in the office on Ellie’s day off, meant to help the poor woman by sorting through the pile of cases shoved into her desk drawers. That was until Sole rooted too far into Nick’s desk, looking for a file and finding only her old lingerie, stored away in the desk in a hurry on a day they’d nearly been caught in the act.
It brought back memories, made Sole giggle and blush all in the same instant. Made her want to… reminisce a bit more, and who was Nick to deny her? He often got swept up in the sea of memories both his own and the other Nick’s that were crashing around in his central processor, but this was one he’d gladly revisit.
“I didn’t know you had this in you, detective.” She said to him with a wink, looking much too alluring with her hands restrained above her head, her ruby, red lips that she just knew Nick was a sucker for, her mussed hair and wide eyes; she was like something out of those old world films that the old Nick used to thoroughly enjoy.
“Oh, just you wait.” He pulled the cigarette between his lips away to speak, still standing on ceremony, just taking her in, eyes scanning her slowly, reverently, making it abundantly clear that they were to go at his pace. “There’s more surprises where that came from.”
Nick brought the cigarette back to his mouth, the smoke leaving it slowly in a steady wisp, the flame within all that was able to eat at it, as Nick held it between his lips without taking a single breath. He rolled up the sleeves of his white button-up to his elbows, the garment already half unbuttoned and revealing a bit of his smooth, synthetic chest. His suspenders were hanging down on either side of his thighs, and he pulled off his loose tie from around his neck, displacing the hat on his head in the process, tipping it to half-cover one eye.
He looked like one of those film stars from before the war. Dark, moody in the dim light, all intrigue and smoke and artfully disheveled authority. An aesthetic in and of himself, like the well mannered, violent gentlemen from the noir films, only real, and deliberate. He must have known what he was doing to her.
Sole pulled hard at her restraints, her hands clenching and unclenching frustratedly at the mere sight of him. So close, so arousing and alluring and so unreachable with these wretched cuffs.
Not that she was complaining. Not really. Her heart was pounding in her chest with excitement, with anticipation, demanding that she receive all of his attention. All of it, right now.
Damn this man is so hot…
Nick smirked down at her from where he towered above her body at the foot of the bed, more smugness in his expression at the fact that he had managed to restrain her than awareness of her silent praise.
And he doesn’t even seem to know it.
She saw the way his eyes lingered on his skeletal hand briefly, a frown on his brows before he dashed the invading thoughts away quickly and threw his discarded tie aside.
“Nick,” Sole breathed, the sound coming out like a whine, forcing him to notice the way he was affecting her. Torturing her by taking so damn long to touch her with those hands he felt so indifferent about on the best days, and despised on the worst ones. The hands she couldn’t get enough of, no matter the day.
“Dammit, I don’t care what you do, love, just… Just come over here and touch me.”
She could see the way the words affected him, a mechanical shiver running up his spine, eyes closing briefly to soak in the sound of her pleading.
The whine may have been a bit for show, a bit to get her point across, but her words were as honest as words come. She needed him.
“Hmm. What’s the saying?” Nick asked with a glint in his eye as he managed to break through the way her voice had stalled him, turning away from her in the process.
Sole’s head fell back in frustration.
“Patience is a virtue?” He answered his own question.
Sole groaned at that, the sound of jingling keys, the turning of a lock, and the roll of a metal desk drawer being dragged open filling her ears as she stared up at the ceiling with a good-humored frown dampening her lips.
“You and I both know I’m not religious.” She shot back at him, “So I could care less about virtue.”
She heard Nick chuckle, the sound growing closer with each of his footsteps back towards the bed. Her head shot up, eyes searching for what he’d retrieved.
Her brows furrowed.
Is that…?
There’s no way.
A half-smile played at Nick’s lips as he reached the low table at the foot of the bed, dropping what was in his hands deliberately below the dip of the bed, and out of her sight. She huffed frustratedly.
Guess I’ll find out soon enough.
“Very well, then.”
Nick backtracked, grabbing an office chair by his desk and pulling it to rest at the end of the bed, where he slowly took a seat. Savoring the leisurely pace he’d set, and the way it seemed to drive his partner to madness. Lips pursed, Sole bit at the inside of her cheek frustratedly as he smirked down at her.
“Since your virtue is no longer of consequence or discussion…” He cocked a brow at her suggestively, “I’m presuming that you won’t mind me asking you to spread your legs?”
She glared at him as Nick forced back the devious grin he felt gathering at his lips. The air sizzled between them, his mesmerizing golden eyes boring into her until she finally relented, her ankles sliding down the bed, knees falling open to reveal the lewd wet spot at the front of her white, lacey panties.
His smile broke through at the sight. He’d hardly even touched her, and she was soaking. All for him. The synth couldn’t wrap his mind around the thought.
I’m not sure I deserve this.
His mind whispered as he looked down at her, his motions still with his reverence of her.
But she doesn’t seem to care. And that’s good enough for me.
His good hand reached out, almost of its own accord, and brushed his fingers lightly over the inside of her thigh. The motion halted as he reached her center, his thumb extending to rub directly over that darkened spot her arousal had left.
Most folks tended to believe that synths like him couldn’t feel, that they registered touch and pain as some kind of pop-up message or automated voice in their mind, but that was wrong. Nick could feel this.
Feel her.
The warmth of her as his thumb pressed down firmly, the delicate ridges of the pinholes in the lacey fabric, the wetness soaking through; it all sent a sensation up his arm, over his receptors, into his head. If anything were sending a message, it’d tell him not to stop, but he didn’t need to be told any such thing. He couldn’t. Especially when her brows drew together in pleasure, her eyes closing, breath picking up, making her breasts heave and her voice leave her in breathy gasps.
“Nick.” Left her lips, and the synth pressed down harder. Her hips bucked up into his touch, her thighs clenching wantonly at each rub, just hard enough against her to draw out her arousal without sending her closer to her release.
“Touch me more, love. Please.”
Don’t need to ask me twice.
Nick swiped two of his good fingers over her clothed slit once, before pulling his hand away.
She whined.
“Hey now, come on darling, what did I tell you about being over eager, hm?”
He was milking the control she allowed him to have over her, reveling in the opportunity to pleasure her, to love her, this way, even as her eyes snapped open and filled with annoyance at the lack of his touch. Nick was no fool, he wasn’t some horndog youth ready to spring a leak from some pants rubbing and call it a night. No, Sole deserved more than that, and as frustrated as she seemed, drawing it all out, making this heavenly feeling last, getting to see her like this, not for minutes, but for hours, that may not be what she wanted right now, but it sure as hell is what they both needed.
“Just hold tight. I’ll take care of you.”
He pulled her panties from her legs, waiting as she drew her knees together for him before he slid the pretty garment down and off her ankles. Sole settled back on the pillows, spreading herself even wider than before and giving her partner a clear indication at where he should set his attentions to.
Her delicate flower glistened in the dim light, swollen and needy just from his feather-light touches, and he didn’t make her wait to reach out for her, this time with his skeletal hand. Nick wetted his fingers with her arousal, running the metal digits between her lower lips gently, before pressing upwards against her, his cool, metal fingers sending shivers up her spine as they prodded at her clit, before he pulled back and plunged one finger into her heat.
Sole sighed in relief at the feeling, the sound almost lost to the way Nick’s head whirred loudly at the feeling of her warm walls caressing his metal digit. The ‘feeling’ in these fingers was different from the others. They were less apt at detecting different textures, but more sensitive to temperature, and he nearly burned at the feel of her.
Nick smiled at the way his partner’s eyes closed in bliss, her head back against the pillows, hips pulsing upwards with each stroke of his thin digit inside her. She felt each ridge of metal scraping against her walls, his slender finger reaching far inside with a becking motion that caused her mind to fog over with pleasure.
Nick was just… something else. And she couldn’t get enough of it.
“More, Nick.” Her voice came out in a high-pitched keen. “Please.”
Sole heard him scoff at the ‘polite’ addition, but still, she felt another digit begin to press into her.
“Well, since you asked so nicely.”
She released another breathy noise for him, singing praises to him in more ways than one as her walls clamped down hard around his thrusting fingers.
“Now,” He said lowly as his fingers picked up their pace against her. “I’m gonna try something new. You tell me if you want to keep going, alright, doll?”
Sole nodded to him, only half hearing his words as he stroked so deliciously inside her.
He may not have the… equipment to do all that another man could. A… human man. But this? What he’s doing to me with nothing but his fingers? God, I don’t even miss it.
A sudden sound filled the air, and Sole’s eyes popped open.
A peculiar buzzing noise continued even as the small instrument in Nick’s hand dipped below her line of sight again, but there was no mistaking what it was.
I was right.
Nick touched the vibrator to her clit while his fingers remained deep inside, and Sole’s hips flew up off the mattress.
A gasp left her at the overwhelming feeling, her walls clenching at his fingers and refusing to let them go as he kept the device pressing firmly over her.
“I’m gonna go ahead and assume you want me to keep up with this.”
Sole moaned as his fingers began their thrusting motions again, a third digit slipping into her easily with the added slick from the vibrator’s ministrations.
“You tell me if you wanna stop, okay?”
“Don’t.” She nearly shouted, and Nick chuckled.
“Please, don’t stop. Please.” She breathed out the words, her hips moving in time with his thrusting digits, the vibrations buzzing strongly against her, fogging her brain even further. It was borderline overwhelming, and sweat began to gather over her skin as her body writhed from the aggressive pleasure.
“Hold tight for me, doll.” Nick pulled the device from her, and drew his fingers out and away from her pussy. Sole didn’t even have time to protest, she gulped in a breath and let her body relax for just a moment, before the synth switched hands, holding onto the vibe with his skeletal one, and pressing two good fingers to her entrance.
There was more resistance as he pushed in this time, despite her slickness, these fingers were thicker, wider, and she felt her walls stretch to accommodate him. Nick watched as she bit her lip, her stomach muscles flexing as he pressed the vibrator down to her clit again, pulsing the thing firmly forward before drawing it away slightly, but never removing it fully from touching her skin.
“This working for you, sweetheart?”
She nodded frantically, sweat beading at her forehead, her face flushed with exertion, and Nick felt her body begin to shake under his ministrations.
“You want me to help you finish?”
“Please.” She gasped, hips rolling and knees shaking as he pressed a third finger forward and into her.
He makes me into such a mess, I swear.
Sole’s brain could hardly handle it all. She felt everything building up in her body, her muscles tensing, walls tightening around his fingers, clit standing swollen against the vibrator’s abuse, that pressure in her stomach building to a peak until she could hardly breathe.
Nick pumped his fingers faster in her, ignoring the way she gripped him and pushing through, curling his thick digits and pressing the hardened pads of them to the spongy place deep within her until her body seized. Her hips lifted off the bed and Sole came with an involuntary cry, her legs shaking from the pleasure of it.
Nick smiled, his chest warming at the sight of her, the feel of her, but he didn’t dare stop. His fingers thrusted through her release, and he pressed the vibrator down against her swollen clit until her eyes rolled back in her head and her hips thrust and bucked wildly against his touch, until wetness was seeping from her core, and even then, he kept up his motions.
He felt her clench around him again, walls squeezing his fingers like a vice as one release spilled over into the next, and he watched as her muscles tensed, and instead of slick seeping out around his fingers, he watched in awe as she squirted her juices out onto his wrist. Nick pulled the vibrator off of her as he noticed tears gather at the corners of her eyes, but let his fingers thrust a few more times to help her ride out the remainder of her high. Sole’s screams of pleasure dissolved to gasps, and then whimpers, as her hips settled down onto the mattress. Her body was buzzing with pleasure, tremors still running through her legs and core as he pulled his soaked fingers from her slick heat.
Sole’s eyes were at half-mast as Nick rubbed his fingers over her slit once more for good measure, smiling softly at the way her breath hitched in her chest at the feeling.
“That,” He paused for emphasis, his brows high on his head, “Was beautiful, my dear.”
Sole was catching her breath, her chest heaving and jostling her breasts with each rise and fall. Nick grinned down at her as she stared blankly up into his eyes, the glowing gold of them acting as a beacon as her skewed attentions pointed her towards the comforting embrace of his grounding familiarity.
“Most gorgeous gal I’ve ever seen.” Nick stepped back, pulling a rag he’d grabbed earlier from beside him, before reaching forward to dab at the inside of Sole’s thighs and wipe her clean. The synth circled around the bed and undid her handcuffs, bringing her reddened wrists to his lips soothingly before allowing them to fall back onto the pillows.
“How are you feeling, doll?” He sat on the bed beside her, taking off his hat and placing it on the bedside table as she laid back in the same spot, motionless.
He looked down at her with furrowed brows as she failed to respond. Her expression was hazy, eyes barely open, and Nick’s look dampened with concern.
“I feel like I left this planet. I’m not sure I’ve come back yet.” She said the words quietly, and rhythmically, almost like she was singing them. “I don’t remember ever feeling so good in my life.”
Nick chuckled, relief and amusement mixing together to release the sound.
“I’m glad to hear it, baby.”
Sole finally shifted, her jelly arms barely managing to pull her up, but just enough to be able to prop her against Nick’s side, her head pressed against his chest as he wrapped an arm around her and bent his head to press a kiss to her sweaty forehead.
“I just…” She started strong, but almost immediately trailed off. Her fingers twiddled in her lap.
Nick didn’t push her, just let her work through her thoughts as he reached his free hand down to pull the bed sheet up over his partner’s bare form. Sole placed a hand on his thigh, fingers running soothingly up and down the length of it as she sorted through her thoughts.
“I just…” She tried again, “I wish I could make you feel good too. Make you feel the way you make me feel. If that makes sense.”
Nick’s expression softened further at that, his hand going to grasp at hers where it rested on his leg.
“Doll,” he started, speaking gently, “Just seeing you that way makes me feel better than all the flesh and blood men in the whole wasteland.”
He looked down to catch her expression, and Sole frowned, her brows low over her eyes.
“And you do make me feel good, sweetheart.” He continued, “The way you feel pressed against me, around me, when you run your hands over me… you drive me wild.”
She bit her lip.
“Really?”
“I wouldn’t lie to you, doll. You know that. But you want me to swear on it, I’ll do it.” His hand squeezed over hers, and he placed another delicate kiss to the top of her head for emphasis.
“You make me forget that I’m not human. And that… Well, that’s something, Sole.”
Sole smiled, her eyes softening at his words, and Nick’s arm tugged her closer. He leaned his head against hers and held her tightly against him, savoring her warmth and the beat of her heart, the feel of her breath over his chest, of her hand in his.
“It sure is something.” He said again, shaking his head slightly as he heard her breathing begin to slow, soft snores spilling from her lips.