Gina's log. X has been continuing to grow and develop during this trip. He's been acting a lot more romantic than when we first met and is regularly expressing emotions. He still tends to be the strong, silent type most of the time, but ever since hooking him up to the computer on the wreck of the Mort, he's been very talkative. When I first met him, he would just take what he wanted, without really saying anything. Now... well, he still just takes what he wants, but now I get kisses. I can't tell if his personality is changing, or if he's just experimenting with something new and testing my reactions. Sometimes, with him, I feel like I'm an experiment, a bug in a jar. I guess it doesn't matter. I'm definitely the winner, either way. Besides, I guess it's pretty awesome that I seem to be the only thing he feels is really worth studying. I have no idea why. I'm not that interesting, and there's such a big universe out there. ... Why do I deserve his attention?
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Her rover was parked up on a hill, overlooking the valley. Laying in the shade beneath it, Captain Miller adjusted her grip on her rifle. Placing her eye to the scope, she tried to spot the rover through the blowing sand, but it proved impossible. All she could see was a swirling blanket of red and gold. She and Number One were close enough to see the storm, but far enough away to not get caught in it. It spread well off into the distance, but at least it appeared to be fairly localized and was lightening up already, moving on to redder pastures.
With the amount of shielding on X, he was virtually impossible to track, but Gina was another matter. She was sure that the two of them were in there. The little handheld the twins had given her was picking up the signal from the gazillion little nanos swimming around in Gina's bloodstream. The signal was faint, but it was there. She'd have to get X to give the girl a booster. Handy little things, she decided. It was a lot more discreet than microchipping, and a lot harder to lose than an object with a transmitter in it. Best of all, she didn't have to ask Nigel for them (or tell him about them). The twins were definitely going to have to come up with a means of extending their signal range and lifespan. Still, perhaps the next time the girl slept, she'd have her chipped. Just easier, all around.
"Just have to encourage her to have a sound nap," she mumbled to herself. Shouldn't be a problem. She expected the girl liked a nice glass of wine as much as the next person. She could simply walk up to her and jab her with a chip injector, but why make a fuss unnecessarily? It was for her own good, at any rate.
"Captain?" Number One asked, having overheard.
He was lying beside her, and she nearly did a double-take. His skin-job was impressive. Gina had outdone herself. Despite the girl's irritating lack of self-confidence, she was bloody brilliant. Even at this distance, she had to remind herself that he was a construct. From a metre away, it was impossible to tell.
"Nothing, just planning."
"Ah, scheming."
"Planning," she insisted, shooting him a warning look.
She turned her attention back to the clouds rolling through the valley. She wasn't particularly concerned about the rover or its occupants. Having been in many a storm in her life, she knew that they were a lot more impressive from the inside (where all you could see was sand), than they truly were. The winds weren't especially strong, and there wasn't nearly so much sand as there seemed to be. The winds whipped it into a frenzy, and in the lower gravity, it took a fair little while to settle. While anyone who'd ever seen the effects of a sandstorm could attest to the danger of it, she'd rather that than, say, a hurricane.
The droids were programmed to survive hostile environments, and X was clever enough to have at least partially sheltered the vehicle. Even if the rover were completely buried in sand, not needing to breathe, he would eventually dig them out... given enough energy. She was quite confident that Gina was keeping his kinetic drive fully primed.
With nothing to do but wait, Miller set her rifle down and considered.
"Whatever shall we do with ourselves?" she asked, eyes lazily scanning the desert.
Number One seemed to have a few ideas in that regard. His hand slid up the back of her thigh and over the nearest cheek of her ass. He gave it a lingering squeeze, and then his palm settled in the small of her back.
"And what, exactly, are you doing?" she asked, glancing at him sidelong.
Rather than answer, he leaned closer to her and nuzzled her neck.
"Are you quite sure this is appropriate?"
Despite the reluctance in her words, icy-hot shivers raced through her and made her giggle in a most undignified way. Number One reached around her and began undoing the button of her pants. The sensation of firm, yielding flesh pressed against her was so utterly and deliciously different from the hard plastic she'd become accustomed to, that she didn't dare move, lest he draw away. She closed her eyes and quietly purred in appreciation when his lips slipped beneath her collar and kissed the nape of her neck.
"I think you have a definitely skewed sense of priorities," she commented, ducking her head to expose more of her neck.
Miller didn't say a word, just smirked as he started to work her pants down off of her hips.
"I have a skewed sense of priorities," she muttered to herself, lying there with her bottom bared to the breeze. She forced her eyes to scan the valley.
The droid shuffled lower down her body. His palms slid up the back of her thighs and glided over her ass. Squeezing one firm cheek in each hand, William—One—parted them. She could feel him watching her closely. He was deliberately making her wait, making her anticipate what he would do—evil-minded bugger. She bit her lip and moaned as his broad tongue pressed deeply into her.
"We definitely shouldn't be doing this," she hissed.
Number One ignored her protest, wiggling his tongue inside her, his face pressed as deeply into the valley of her ass as he could get it.
"But, don't stop," she gasped.
That talented tongue played first between the swelling lips of her pussy, then moved up to tease her crinkle. The act was nasty and exciting. It teased over it, then pushed its way inside of her, making her inhale sharply. Just as she began to moan and squirm, he changed direction and switched back to her other orifice. Back and forth he went until she gave in and said it.
"Stop teasing me, you evil bastard," she gasped, trying to look at him over her shoulder. "Give me that dick already."
He didn't need a second invitation. Climbing atop her, the droid straddled her thighs. He braced himself on one arm, his free hand guiding himself to his target. Shivers rippled through her and she squirmed impatiently. He sank fully into her in one long, slow push, piercing her as deeply as he could.
"Ooh, that's it," she breathed.
Sweet, sweet heat filled her. It was like the first sip of a fine wine, that first bite of cake barely out of the oven. She writhed beneath him, trying to tilt her hips up into his.
"So good..."
Miller bit her lower lip and whimpered. She tried to force herself to keep scanning the horizon, even as her eyes fought to close in pleasure.
"Oh, gods, you long-dicked bastard," she moaned.
He drove down into her with long, deep thrusts that made her gasp hotly. The position caused her to grip him extraordinarily tightly, and the friction was almost unbearably good. It was relentless heat, the brakes on a runaway train.
"More, more, you sweet, hot fucker," she whined.
The climax tore through her like thunder. Eyes screwed shut, Miller clenched her fists and desperately did her best not to howl her enjoyment to the winds. Number One froze above her, hips shuddering as though he were coming inside her. The pantomime made her clench even harder.
"Oh, gods!" She bit her finger in an effort to keep quiet.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he withdrew... in one long movement that sent more hot tremors spilling through her.
Number One flopped onto his back on the sand beside her and let out a heavy breath. She considered that sometimes his simulations of human behaviours were unnecessarily thorough. At least, he didn't roll onto his side and start snoring. Her head sank towards the sand and she fought for breath.
"You have a disturbingly pornographic mind," she gasped.
Lifting her head, she looked at him and grinned.
"Perhaps your best feature."
William returned her glance and smiled.
Wiggling back into her pants, Miller buttoned them and glanced back down the valley toward the drifting clouds. Sudden movement caught her eye: a head popped up, seemingly from the sand itself, only a couple hundred metres away. Sneaky bastard! All this time, right there in front of her. Her hands instantly flew to her rifle, and she sighted in on him. As she focused her scope, she watched a man climb out of a sand dune. It was an optical illusion, of course. She knew by the way that he moved that he was getting out of a vehicle that was covered in camouflage (either netting or a shelter), and buried in sand. He was tall, brown-haired, and had disproportionately large arms. She'd found her man.
She thanked the maker that she was behind him. With her vehicle on higher ground, there was the risk of being silhouetted against the sky. She'd tried to avoid it by not sitting right on the dune's crest, but there was no accounting for chance. As she watched, a new danger revealed itself. He raised a scope to his eye, then consulted something he was holding in his other hand. She wasn't sure what he was using, but it was obviously how he was tracking the hapless duo trapped inside the storm. Was it some kind of enhanced infrared? Was it tracking a radio frequency she wasn't aware of? Had his company planted a bug on X? If he turned around, would he see her, force her hand?
