Author's note: a couple of years ago I discovered some good maid-bot stories. Unfortunately, I was not writing back then and I had to satisfy myself with what the other authors were writing; it rarely went in a direction I liked. Now that I started to create my own stories, I just could resist but to write my own maid-bot adventure. This is an introduction, low in kink, but high in character development, which will lead to a much more heated chapter 2. I hope you will like it.
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Chapter 1 - The first snowflakes
I could have asked him many times to move back, but I didn't want to. I understood his point; he was born here, and it was a big part of who he was. That was valid. The last thing I wanted him to do was to change because of me. It was our joint decision to live here together, and I accepted it. On my side, yes, I did it in the name of love, but it was not an obligation. I knew what I was getting myself into... Kind of.
I was not the type of person who would get blinded by a romance. I had loved other guys in the past, but when stars had refused to align, even if it had been heartbreaking sometimes, I had walked away, knowing I could fall in love with someone else eventually. Affection for someone else was not something causing me to make unintelligent decisions.
Three years ago, I went to the beach near Los Angeles to tan my little Latino body, and I bumped into this attractive guy. He looked so out of place, and his skin was white as a ghost. After making fun of him for looking like Casper, I learned he was from way up north in Canada. They didn't get as much sunlight as we did over there.
Outside this fun fact, I liked him a lot. He was going to be in L.A. for the next four months, so we decided to date casually, knowing it would eventually end. We had a lot of great sex because of the sense of urgency; the luxury of time wasn't on our side. What I didn't know back then, was that my feeling for him would grow beyond normal. He was different than the others I had met before, and I felt more and more as if he was a guy I would like to stay with for longer... possibly even for the rest of my life. This was problematic.
Months had flown by too fast, and he had to leave me behind reluctantly as his trip came to an end. Sadly, I missed him so much. I thought the feelings would fade over time, but they didn't. Plain and simple, I needed him.
Several discussions over the phone and skype later, we decided the healthiest thing would be for me to visit for a while and see how it would go. Quicker than I was ready for, I was aboard a big plane, nervously playing with my fingers, wondering if this was a mistake or not. It was just a visit, not a wedding, but still, exploring what our future could look like was a bit nerve-wracking.
Once his arms wrapped around my narrow shoulders again, the nervousness vanished. He was the same down to Earth man that I loved so much, and I didn't discover anything weird about him. The size of his house would put my little L.A. apartments to shame. Nicely surrounded by nature, it was only twenty minutes away from civilization. This new environment surprised me in a good way as it was so much better than the big city I was used to; I had discovered wilderness for the first time.
When I visited at that time, it was during summer season and I fell in love with the weather so much; it was not crazy hot like home. It was important to him to draw me a true picture of reality, so his main warning was that winter would be the absolute opposite; cold and very snowy. I honestly had no concept of cold or snow, so I just trusted him without fully realizing what he meant.
My stay went well so we discussed, for the first time, the possibility of living together. It was more a matter of exploring our options in between two hot sex sessions rather than trying to rush things. Since it would be a life-changing commitment, we agreed that he would visit me once more in the fall, and I would revisit him in the middle of the winter, to see if I could survive the elements.
The next time he came down to L.A. was pretty much when I made my decision to move in with him, no matter where we would end up. I think it was pretty clear for him as well; he unarguably wanted to be with me. I made him visit my city as much as possible, but I could tell he wasn't in love with it.
I had to admit, I was not in love with it either. It was not a bad place to live per se, but after experiencing his home in the forest for a bit, It was an eye opener on how crazy things were down here. Sure the beaches were beautiful, but the rest was a bit insane.
Soon enough, it was my turn to visit a second time; I would finally experience this supposedly infamous winter for the first time; it was January. The day before the flight, he asked me to dress warm because they expected a week of extreme cold temperature. I looked at the weather website and saw some numbers I had never seen before. My logic at the time told me to wear pants, socks, and a jacket. It was supposed to be -25F when I landed.
As soon as I got out of the plane, the inside of the jet bridge was insanely cold. It was like walking inside a big meat freezer. The terminal was much warmer, but this first semi-exposure experience made me a bit anxious. Would it be possible to survive in a place colder than a fridge?
I knew he was waiting for me in the cell phone parking lot, so I recovered my luggage and texted him to pick me up along with some pink hearts. I gave him my door number, put my jacket on, and foolishly walked outside to wait for him.
I thought my heart had stopped. I had never experienced something such as this. My face and fingers burned immediately, and I started a legit panic, not understanding what was happening to me. I quickly ran back to the terminal, burning my hand on the sub-zero door handle in the process. What was this frozen hell? There was no way people could live in this. It was impossible!
He texted me a minute later while I was still trembling in shock, asking where I was. I had no choice but to walk out again and find his car. It was painful. As soon as he saw me, I got scolded.
"What are you doing outside dressed like this! Get in the car right away, or you'll get sick!" he said.
I remembered running to his SUV, not even hugging him. My fingers and nose were stinging, and I struggled to breathe. I couldn't comprehend what this was. He put my luggage in the trunk and calmly climbed in the driver seat, showing no hurry.
After a small hug and a kiss, it was his turn to make fun of me for not knowing the concept of 'freezing cold.' Of course, he was honest and explained that this extreme temperature was only an occasional occurrence and not the norm. However, if I were to move here, I would have to get used to it. He felt a bit guilty for not warning me better, though; my clothing selection was at the root of the problem.
After a few days, the weather got much more bearable, but it was still cold, and the snow wouldn't melt. At least with the clothes he bought me, I could walk outside without dying. My first discovery, outside the thermometer-splitting weather, was that winter turned everything into wonders. The snow-covered trees and the silence that came with it mesmerized me to the highest degree.
Things went very well again during this second visit, with lots of good sex and happy moments; there was no weirdness. So at the end of my stay, we were still madly in love, and it convinced us even more that we needed to live together.
I was the one who made the ultimate decision to move to his place. Winter was temporary, and summer would be lovely. The slower lifestyle pace and nature convinced me. I could probably endure winter for a few months per year. On top of it, I was considerate of his job. He was making much more than I did and wouldn't easily find something similar in the US.
The stars were aligned. The die was cast. I moved to his country.
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"Mia? Where are you?"
"In the bedroom!"
Brian just came back from work. It was our second year officially together in this house, and he always had this routine; he stepped inside our home after work, asked where I was, and came to me to get a kiss. I considered myself lucky since he could have gone to the fridge for a beer instead, but no, even after all that time together, he always chose the pretty me first.
He entered the bedroom, wearing his usual work clothes. He did look like the teacher he was, but to me, he was good looking. Brian was not an athlete, but he kept himself active mostly by working outside our house. His free time activities consisted of chopping firewood to feed our fireplace, and working on random projects in his outdoor workshop. He just enjoyed spending a lot of time surrounded by nature. Fortunately, I was considered nature too; I was his favorite wild animal.
He sat down on the bed next to me, and I put my tablet aside to receive my daily "I missed you" little kiss.
"So, how are you surviving?" he asked.
"It's fine. Not that many things to do, though."
The library where I was working had burned down last week and I lost my job in the process. Fortunately, nobody got hurt, and I now received unemployment; it could have been much worse. Even with my salary drop, we were not very worried because Brian made enough for both of us. I worked just because I liked it.
The library was not in a big town, so over there, I was doing pretty much everything, such as interacting with members, and doing a bit of administrative work. It kept me busy, and that was how I liked it. Peaceful and quiet.
"It was a bit cold today too. Did you see the first snowflakes around lunchtime?" he asked.
