When in Florence...

[hatesgoodbyes]

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Was it always like this? How did people ever find the time or desire to do anything else? Ok so maybe the outfit he was in was pretty hokey but she hand to admit it had some plus points. She ran her hand down long his thigh and could feel his muscles jump though the thin fabric.

She groaned into the kiss and tried to move them so she could look around without disengaging. There had to be a bed or something somewhere. She thought she remembered some sort of pallet looking thing on her walk through, did this century even have beds? Fucking primitives.

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[originalcopy]

He reached down to grab her ass and pull her tight against him. God he wanted her like burning. Why did this dress have to have a thousand miles of lacing?

Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure how to get out his clothes. Stupid annoying primitives.

[hatesgoodbyes]

She walked them backward from the front entry of the house to the smaller side room where there were blankets and pillows if not a bed in the strictest of terms. As she moved she pulled at his clothing but things were tucked in to other things and she couldn’t easily figure out how to get him undressed.

“Fuck,” She snarled and her teeth took his lower lips as she just pulled the stupid leggings down, screw the top they could figure that out later. She was practically popping out of the dress as was on top but the bottom had layers of fabric.

Tex spun them around and used her weight and momentum to throw them to the floor, she climbed astride his hips and clawed at the cloth under her bare thighs came down on his and she could center her heat over him. Church was buried from the waist down under her voluminous skirt but that hardly made her pause before lining their bodies up and dropping her hips to take him. Her eyes rolled back and her fingers curled into the front of his silly garb, head thrown back and a low purring growl of satisfaction rumbled from her throat when she finally felt him sink into her.

[originalcopy]

He hissed and almost yelped as she bit him and pulled the breeches down, the lacing scratching as it dragged across his skin. Breeches weren't designed to be easy to pull off normally and it was only made more uncomfortable given his erection.

Before he can complain about her impatience he's crashing into the floor, grateful for the little the blankets and pillows break his fall. She's on top of him before he can recover enough to protest, not that he'd protest her straddling him or the hot damp heat that was lining itself up to him.

He groaned loud but deep as she enveloped him, taking his length into herself. "Nnn Fuck yes!" He gripped her thighs tight and began to buck up into her.

[hatesgoodbyes]

"Christ, that's good." She whimpered as his movements and her own brought them completely together. The size of him wasn't different, the texture was the same, the robot body emulated heat and density perfectly but there was something about this skin and blood body that was more. Maybe it was the weakness of human flesh that raised the intensity of it. Mechanics were reliable and flawless but this was real.

She rolled her hips and began to rise and fall, stroking him with her body each time. Tight gripping heat sliding slippery around him, over him, taking her fill of him. She wasn't going to last long, there was just no way she could at least not for the first round. "Church," nothing really followed his name, nothing more than sounds and moans.

[originalcopy]

He was already beyond articulating other than at a grunting, groaning monosyllabic level.

It was too much, he wasn't used to being in a living body again yet. Having her take him like this... The way she was rocking her hips against him, making his eyes roll back, god he had to think of something else or he wasn't going to make it.

Anything else, anything but the sounds she was making, or the feel of her and the building tension aching for release.

[hatesgoodbyes]

Well at least that put them on level footing, she was too far gone to worry about it very verbal.

All she knew was that she was ravenous for him, all of him. She wanted more and intended to have it. Blond hair shimmered around her with her body speeding in motion. She could feel the tight draw inside her and knew what it meant. Soon, so soon she'd fall over the edge and see lights behind her eyes.

Her hand curled tighter in the fabric of his shirt, the other moved between with. She growled at having to sift through the skirt and shift and miles of linen to finally find her own flesh. Fingers found her clit and practically vibrated over it causing her to yelp and clench as she pulled tight and straight back upright.

[originalcopy]

His hands gripped her tighter but only got handfuls of the cloth of her dress. Growling in frustration he started to try to pull her skirt up so he could touch her.

She manages before he does and her clenching around him draws a whimper of need from him. He needs more of her, her flesh against his, her lips. He tries to sit up but his jerkin is so damnably stiff he can't do it.

So he focuses on pumping his hips up into her, as fast and hard as he can manage, until it get's to be too much and he has to slow down or risk falling over the edge... that edge is closer each time.

[hatesgoodbyes]

Ok...so she was greedy. She was giving into her own need now and not paying much attention to his, but she couldn't help it. He felt so fucking good and the way he moved.... now wonder in another life the two had been inseparable, they simply worked. But they did, bitching and fighting or fighting others or this, they simply fit together and it was beyond words.

She let out a shocked gasp and sucked in breath as her orgasm hit her, she shuddered like she'd been touched with a live wire, her entire body trembling and tightening until her will snapped. Her body rocked and heaved and finally pitched forward until she collapsed on his chest in a dazed fog of ecstasy, her hips slowing but still refusing to release him or the drawn out pleasure her body took from him.

[originalcopy]

His eyes open at her gasp, spit seconds before her climax hit. God she was so fucking beautiful... how had he ever let her go, why had he been so slow to try to get her back?

Her body draped down over him, muscles gripping him and he lost what little control he had left. He arched into her as he came, jerking pulses of his hips as he filled her with his orgasm. Kisses trace along her neck and to her lips as his last slow thrusts work with her to ease them both down from their peak.

[hatesgoodbyes]

"Unnnnnghh." A weak wordless moan of satisfaction was all she could offer, too tired to even return his kisses more than half heartedly. But her hands clung to him, her thighs gripped his, her body held him tight within her, she was possessive of him and he was hers. Fuck, he was hers and all the bullshit they had gone through never meant anything compared to this. What she felt, not just physically but emotionally, was true and it was hers!

The feelings were her's! Not Allison's, not some leftover program or some shadow of a memory. They were real and they were her's and she... she loved him.

The realization spawned a spike of fear in her, she knew what it meant. She failed, she would always fail, so she would fail at this too. Fuck! No! It wasn't fair! For once she wanted to have something real and her own and not be trapped by the stupid fucking fate handed down to her when she was created.

If she loved him, she would fail him. But... what if she never said it? What if she never let on that she felt the way she did? He wouldn't be in love with her, not the same way anyway, she couldn't fuck that up, right? So all she had to do was lie to him.

Fuckberries this was too much to think about, she just wanted to blissout on being well fucked and happy, was that too much to ask?

[originalcopy]

He stroked her and hummed a soft blissful noise. One more thing flesh and blood had over his usual form, the feeling of utter relaxation that came over you after a good fuck. And that had been better than good.

Now that his immediate need for her had been satisfied his fingers leisurely worked at the lacing along her back. Everything was good in the universe, forget the castle and any potential risks from this world change... he was too blissed out to care, all that mattered was that they were there together.

[hatesgoodbyes]

Jesus that was nice. She could have melted right then with the way his hands were moving over her and slowly, easily undressing her.

She sighed softly and nuzzled the side of his neck and managed to release the death grip she had on him. "Ok, that's it. Staying here forever."

[originalcopy]

"No argument here." He chuckled softly and turned his head so he could brush his cheek against hers.

He wished they could stay like this, but the castle would eventually send them back.

[hatesgoodbyes]

"Fuck me...someone write this down for posterity, Church has no argument." She made that purring sound again and flexed her shoulders as the dress gave way and fell lose around her. Tex moved to sit up, with him still in the ...position he was in it drew a moaning gasp from her and a shudder that ran through her. Yeah, she could realllly get used to this.

She grinned a little wickedly and made a great show of dragging her skirt up over her thighs slowly before wriggling out of the top of the dress and letting it fall into a heap beside them. Her hands set to work on what she could now see were subtly hidden ties and catches in his doublet but the leggings were not going to come off until they moved...she showed no intention of that just yet.

[originalcopy]

"Hey, I know a good thing when I Uhnnnnn..." She sat up and the way she shifted around him, god he almost went instantly hard again. Not that watching her strip as she straddled him didn't help in rousing him for another go. He watched her with unabashed lust, hands taking in the feel of her now naked body.

[hatesgoodbyes]

"You know a good then when? When your balls deep in it?" She snickered and fell forward finishing the laces on his top and trying to inch it up and off his body.

[originalcopy]

Sitting partway up, he helped in shrugging the jerkin off and casting it aside. He wanted to sit up all the way but the damned breeches made it awkward.

His arms wrap around her and hold her close, letting him truly feel her against him for the first time. Letting him kiss her again.

[hatesgoodbyes]

This was kind of perfect, hell it was as close to perfect as they were ever likely to see. He kissed her and she welcomed it, kissing him back not with violent passion but a softness built from genuine feelings.

She pressed closer to feel him more against her, it felt so good. He was warm and strong and ..and frankly she loved the big jerk. "Hey..Church?"

[originalcopy]

"Hmm?" He hummed quietly in her ear. As much as he loved the forceful passion that got them to this point, there was something about the gentleness that came afterwards that was always a nice treat.

It lent an almost dreamy unreality quality to things.

[hatesgoodbyes]

"I.." She couldn't say it, she wanted to but what if that was all it took to fuck everything up?

"I think I'm going to have to move so we can get those tights off."

[originalcopy]

"Oh... well good, they're pretty damn uncomfortable actually."

He let her go and propped himself up on his elbows as she moved off him.

[hatesgoodbyes]

"Yeah, ok." She moved and now that she could honestly look at the pants she understood her earlier confusion. Buttons and laces and more laces at the ankle, no wonder she'd been lost. But she bent tow work undoing the laces to allow her access to the buttons at his waist before she moved to his ankles.

Doing this kept her busy and focused and she didn't have to look at him while she was still swallowing down the feelings that must have been some sort of effect of the human body. It gave her time to calm down and pull herself together as she tugged the pants off his legs and down to the pile her dress and her jerkin had become.

She fished around and gathered up a blanket to drag back over them when she returned and laid down, her head on his chest and arm around his waist.

[originalcopy]

He helped where he could, but with them halfway down his thighs it was awkward. So the best he could do really was to help her pull them off.

Church grinned and wrapped his arms around her, oh hell yes he was going to enjoy more cuddling! Sighing happily he kissed the top of her head.

[hatesgoodbyes]

She was over thinking things, what if over thinking them was what caused it all to get fucked up? Shit, she just couldn't win with this! So maybe the best thing to do, for once, would be to stop thinking and just be there, in the moment.

Allison, sometimes even she was starting to call herself that, forced herself to relax. She eased down the perpetual tension of her body until she was simply soft and warm and being held in a way that felt really nice. It wouldn't last long, with them things like this never did, but for now she was willing to accept it.

[originalcopy]

Maybe this time they would make it. There was no war and no program here, he'd had a thousand years to think about all the ways he'd messed things up last time.

This time he wasn't going to fuck it up. This time he could be the boyfriend she deserved.

[hatesgoodbyes]

"Let's just sleep a while, ok baby? Just like this."

The pet name feel from her lips without even a thought, she hadn't even realized she said it, she only curled up around him and held him tighter in her arms as she let the post sex bliss soothe her to restfulness.

[originalcopy]

Church smiled and kissed the top of her head. "Mmmm just like this."

For the first time since his arrival, he found he was happy to drift off to sleep.