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“That just makes us stimmier,” you sign.

She throws her arms around you again and hugs you tight. You lean your head against hers and feel the soft texture of her hair. Her body feels so warm. Her fingertips slide down your back--the spark of their touch spreads through your body, and you embrace her tighter and feel your way up her back. You trace the subtle ridge of the central conduit running along her spine, crossing the web of peripheral pathways that spread out from there. Her internal interface system stops at the base of her neck--she’s only a second year after all. Above that, you bury your fingers in the warmth of her hair.

Her hands come back up to your shoulders, and up the sides of your neck. At this point she pulls away a little, grasping the sides of your head. You catch the lavender glow of her eyes as she pulls you toward her to kiss you hard. Your sense of time slips away again as you close your eyes, lost completely in this moment, like staring into the ætherglow. Warmth spread through your body. You feel lightheaded, and start to lose your balance as the colony’s spin pulls you down. You wonder for a moment what this would be like in microgravity.

When she releases you, your legs have turned to an unstable rubble pile and you collapse onto the soft bed. Akiko closes her eyes and stims fast with her hands. Just above her leggings, you see the faint red glow of two LEDs inside her, blinking every few seconds, almost in sync with the two synthovaries inside you, lighting up more visibly through your pale skin. You look up at the reflection in the half-transparent ceiling, mesmerized by Akiko’s starlit form.

Looking up and seeing your eyes on her again, she turns away from you, eyes pale blue again, hands nervous-stimming. She picks up a t-shirt from the floor and quickly puts it on. Glancing back at your disappointed eyes, she signs, “Sorry, overstimmed...maybe more of that later...”

“I...you...pretty girl...soft...” You try and fail to sign a sentence, staring out into space and losing your place in it for a moment. When you look back, she’s replaced her grey leggings with loose-fitting shorts. You can see the off-color lines of the neural conduits continuing down her legs.

You realize you’re laying on the shirt you intended to put on, and you pull it over your head, then take off your interface leggings, but you leave your long striped socks undisturbed.

Akiko looks back at you. “How did you even do that?”

“Femboy secrets,” you sign. She pats you on the head and your hands stim in response.

She falls down next to you and rolls over toward you, reaching to turn your head toward hers to kiss you again.

Once she lets you go, she turns and lays on her side facing you and signs, “Kissing you has to be the stimmiest thing in space and Earth. How are your lips so soft?”

You turn over to face her. “You’ll have to ask Carly’s Synthorganics.” You point to your lower abdomen.

“No way, you have Estra-dials? That’s my model!” she signs.

“Wow! Can I see your config file?” You reach for your forearm where your terminal would normally be, then remember. “Nevermind, later.”

She pets your head again and you make a cute noise in response, which makes her happy stim and pet you more. “How do you make your hair so soft? Femboy secrets?”

“I think that’s a secret we’re allowed to share with synthgirls,” you sign. “I’ll have to show you my method sometime.” You make contact with her pink eyes as they flash lavender for a moment.

She grabs you around your waist with one arm and the neck with the other and hugs you tight, with her head laying on your chest. You reach around and hold her too. Her hand moves inside the large sleeves of your shirt to touch the soft skin of your back again. You melt further into the sea of blankets and various fabricated creatures.

She rolls back onto her side to sign. “I’m so relaxed with you, I want to rest my eyes. But then we couldn’t communicate without our augments...”