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As always, N is so fucking hot, Uzi thinks.Not in that way… Well, yes, in that way too… But right now, she means that his tongue is tracing her clit like a fiery wave, making her arch and squeeze her thighs with all the force she can muster…His temperature is higher than hers, and that’s enough to make Uzi whimper and beg him not to stop. His fingers are hot pincers on her thighs. His hair, soft and fluffy, touches her crotch, and the contrast between that and his long, hot, wet tongue is so great that Uzi’s mind shuts down, leaving only a tiny, merciless, icy-cold part of her that jots down on an imaginary list:“Yeah, pretty damn hot.”This part of her watches everything that’s happening from the outside, and it doesn’t care about morality, doesn’t care about arousal. These things are all meaningless and funny to it, just like the jokes of primitive AIs from the last millennium.This part whispers to Uzi: you're so pathetic and needy, wet and hot, what are you going to do now?And Uzi moans.She moans, runs her fingers through his soft hair, pulls him closer, groans something like "Don't stop", lifts her hips, opens up to the long tongue, throws her head back.Everything is getting to her poor head; touches, temperature, her own moans, the familiar ceiling covered with notes. The growing heat inside of her. The sensor system load chart (robo-God, the poor thing feels so bad. Maybe Uzi needs to check the drives. All her life she never needed to, and now she does.)"Wait," she finally moans, covering her face with her hands.N lifts his head, and without his tongue her vulva is so cold. Uzi whines with disappointment."Should I stop?Why hasn't she killed him yet? He asks this every fucking time she says something like “I can’t do this anymore.” He doesn’t seem to understand that it’s a figure of speech.“If you… stop…” she gasps. Her air-cooling is working at its limit, her sensory system is throttling from the overload. “I’ll beat you to death. I swear.”“Mm.”For a moment, his wet lips curl into a fucking smug grin.“Then I’ll continue.”This time, he inserts two fingers as well. And he scissor-slides them inside. Uzi squeaks something inarticulate, covering her mouth with her hands; she’s so turned on, she’s on the edge, and long, hot, strong fingers are stroking her from the inside, finding every weak spot without fail.“N, ah, N, I’m going to…”He doesn’t waste time answering out loud. Just pings a short message:SD-N: What are you doing now?:)It's such a shameless mockery of her - and the fact that she's a mere millimeter away from orgasm and can't think anymore - that the same little piece of ice in her head is in absolute bliss.N is the most tender creature, but in bed this tenderness is more like a game between a predator and its prey. Uzi would tell him to go to hell now, but sending a message proves to be an impossible task for her; instead, she throws an onslaught of information about her condition at him - essentially a bundle of uncertainty, ecstasy and overheating.She feels N's hands tremble. His tail curls into a spiral.SD-N: Wow:)SD-N: I like this:)He stops, and Uzi is ready to curse him. He licks his lips with that damn long black tongue of his, and Uzi thinks how good it would be to push his fingers into that mouth, make him suck on them, show him his place. His fingers are still inside, barely moving - more like teasing, keeping her in a constant state of tension.“Keep going,” Uzi croaks. “Keep going, damn you!”N leans down to kiss her foot. He strokes her thigh, whispers something vaguely affectionate.Then very politely clarifies:SD-N: I don’t need to stop?Uzi nods. She doesn’t care anymore. She’ll agree to anything.“Until…” she sobs. She needs him to continue so badly… to make her finally hit rock bottom, scream, talk dirty nonsense. “Until I’m done.”N smiles again, and this time there are too many fangs in his smile.“Okay.”He teases her clit with the tip of his tongue, he licks her wide and wet. Uzi arches again, presses his head to her crotch again, hissing like a poisonous snake.There’s a noise coming from somewhere just out of earshot. She can't quite place it.The block of ice in her head politely informs her: you are no longer alone in the bunker. Your father is back, you better not make a single peep…Uzi grinds her teeth.Now she can't concentrate on what is happening, and the intense feeling of ecstasy subsides; she thinks only about the fact that if she makes [one] mistake, and her father will find out what she is doing… andand with whom.Oh, robo-God, she needs to not think about it.Her ears pick up the faint sounds of movement in the bunker, her sensors pick up vibrations, she pings the one installed at the entrance (has her father seriously not noticed yet?). She panics, twitches, trying to move away from N.His fingers close on her hips like red-hot pincers. Uzi feels like the nanometal of her legs is melting from this grip. She hisses and arches, fear mingling with pleasure; this mixture fills all her thoughts like a black wave.Uzi finishes in complete silence, biting her own tongue with excessively sharp fangs. Oil fills her mouth, drips down her chin. Her hips tremble while N, with quick, small movements of his fingers, knocks the final spasms out of her.She sprawls across the bed, having experienced a panic attack mixed with an orgasm, and doesn’t think about anything. Through the fog, she feels N licking her chin, collecting the oil.Then he kisses her - deeply, drilling his tongue into her throat. He licks her mouth from the inside, sucks on her bitten tongue before pulling away.Uzi watches him lick himself, covered in her lube and oil, and hears him whisper:“Thanks for the treat, Uzi.”Her cooling system makes her breathe like a cornered animal.“Shhh.” A long, still wet finger covers her mouth. “Or they'll hear us.”In protest, Uzi swallows it into her mouth up to the second phalanx. She watches N’s eyes go empty before lighting up with love again, and hisses:“A couple of minutes ago, it didn't bother you much.”“A couple of minutes ago, you asked me not to stop, remember?” N leans over and whispers into her auditory receptor, “And it seemed to me that you were into all of it.”Uzi would pay generously for him to be wrong. It would be much easier to just say that the experience sucked and that she came in spite of him, not because of him, but…Even after a few minutes, she still feels good, she’s barely recovering from her fear and orgasm, her sensory system is returning to normal at a disgustingly slow pace. N removes his claws and weightlessly,gently runs them down her body starting from her collarbones, scratching the logo on her chest, drawing a thin line on her soft abdominal segment. It feels like a tickle mixed with a thin, almost imperceptible pain; the Solver heals the scratch almost immediately, but the sensations inside her again make her feel heavy and hot.Uzi pulls N towards her by the neck, buries her face in his chest, and pushes three fingers inside herself at once - he did a good job, the fingers enter without the slightest discomfort. She stifles her moans, pressing her lips tightly together.Let me,” N says, wriggling out of the embrace and leaning towards her face. “Maybe with my tail? I’ll be quick and… not too loud.”Actually, that's not a bad idea. Uzi remembers the few times he's already jerked her off with his tail - and it was pretty good, not to mention the special feeling of being in a hurry and taking risks…Sweet.She bites her tongue again, reminding herself that this time the risk is not at all imaginary.“No,” she sighs. “Just no. Get out of here. If my dad catches us, I'll deactivate out of shame.”“Mm,” N looks at her closely, then suddenly asks:“What if it was someone other than your dad?”“What kind of question is that?” Uzi growls. “Get out of here, I'm serious. Or should I kick you out?”She closes the lower compartment, stretches, and starts a quick diagnostic. No, she definitely needs to check her sensor drivers.If only the colony weren't the kind of place where everyone knows everything about everyone else… Word of an "emo freak" coming for a sensor diagnostic will immediately spread, and her father will definitely find out about it.And he will definitely figure out what’s happened, because there aren't many other situations where a sensory system will become overloaded.And it just so happens that Uzi is still not ready to explain to him just how much she actually values his approval. And who she’s ended up dating.“Next time, we gotta find somewhere else to fuck,” she tells N. “Screw that guy.”She kisses him briefly on the lips, then on the screen under his bangs.“Now get lost.”“When I said to find somewhere else, I didn’t mean the electrical closet!”There is a quiet humming sound in the closet; the ventilation in the corridor outside is making noise.Uzi is sitting on N’s lap, snuggled up to him. Her clothes pulled up to her chest, Uzi fidgets and sighs loudly when N strokes her back.The darkness in the closet is dispelled only by their own glow. In the mixture of gold and purple, everything else seems false and deceitful. N’s eyes are burning gold, with dark, empty hearts in them.This is bad. Or, well, good. It’s just that he’s wound up to his limit. In this state, he is capable of doing stupid and crazy things, more so than usual. Something inside Uzi tenses sweetly at the thought of this.“We need to try new things.” N moves strands of her hair away so he can whisper into her auditory receptor.Uzi snorts and ducks away from him. “Are you nuts? What if we get caught?”He laughs quietly. “Well, that's the point.”“What?!”N makes an almost guilty face, but the black hearts in his eyes still give him away. He presses Uzi closer to himself, slides his palms over her hips, taps his fingertips on the closed lower compartment.“Last time…” he begins, his voice more soft and intimate than anyone’s ever should be, “you were afraid of being caught… And you liked it, right?”“No!”“Didn’t seem that way to me.”Uzi grits her teeth. Problem is, N knows exactly what he's talking about. She probably had him in a vice grip back then.“Even if I did, it doesn't matter!”“Why doesn't it matter?” He quickly kisses her on the cheek, then on the neck, on the shoulder. Uzi throws her head back. “It’s important to me. I want you to feel good…”His voice breaks.“I don’t want to pressure you, and you’re free to refuse right now, but… Let’s try?”“Let’s try fucking in the hallway where someone is always wandering around outside?” Uzi clarifies in an impeccably calm tone.“Uh… yeah, that’s exactly what I meant.” He smiles shyly. “I mean, if we’re quiet enough, no one will notice…”“Us? Quiet?”“I’ll turn on vibration mode. It’ll be almost inaudible.”And damn long, Uzi thinks. With vibration mode on, N practically never cums; last time she almost passed out after her orgasm, and he didn’t give a damn. He then wrapped her in a blanket afterwards and sat next to her until she came to. Not that Uzi didn’t like it in the end, of course. She literally installed the software for N. Vibration is not the same as regular sex; for her it’s intense as hell, but for N, he says, it’s a very soft, drawn-out pleasure.“Okay,” Uzi says out loud. “But I’ll delete it if this doesn’t work out. Don’t push it.”But she reaches for N’s belt, unbuttons his coat. Her fingers slip off the buttons, and she hisses in irritation.His waist is so narrow that Uzi can simply wrap her hands around it. And that’s what she does; N sighs loudly and silently opens the lower compartment.It’s a pretty direct hint. Or rather, it’s not even a hint; a long, shiny black member presses against Uzi’s stomach, staining her with a silvery, saliva-like secretion.The ribs on N's cock gleam with nanometal. The wireless port on the head glows yellow. Uzi looks down at it and whispers mockingly:“Hard already? Doesn’t take much to get you going.”N rubs against her, extends his claws and scratches the plastic on her ass.“It's my duty,” he answers just as quietly, “to always be ready to please my Uzi.”
"My Uzi."
He must have completely gotten over his fear — to call her that.In retaliation, Uzi sinks her teeth into his neck, hooks her tongue around an oil-conducting artery, pierces it with a fang. Oil pours down her throat, hot and sweet. N growls and almost sinks his claws into her for real. Uzi hears his air-cooling humming—and then hears a frantic whisper:“D-drink me dry,” N’s voice trembles. A shudder runs through his body, and Uzi forces herself to retreat. Something inside him is terribly disappointed.N kisses her lips, licking the oil off of them.“Why did you stop?” he asks. “It's okay… I'm fine.”Holding his cheeks, Uzi looks straight at him.“Idiot. I'm not going to eat you. I still need you for something.”“Well, it's not like it's easy to eat me…”Uzi is willing to bet anything that this guy just likes pain. She hasn’t been able to prove it as of yet, but call it a gut feeling, if you will.“Stop talking,” Uzi orders and pulls the zipper of her jacket down. The fabric obediently slides off her shoulders. “Get to work.”N helps her pull the jacket off. Then he leans down, licks the logo on her chest (due to the proximity of the core, it's pleasant to the point of trembling), and presses Uzi to himself. He whispers to her,“Well, open up then.”She giggles poisonously.“Not so fast.” She wonders what he’ll do; it’s a bit of a dare every time.N doesn’t even answer her. He just turns on the vibration. A wave of tremors runs from where his cock touches her belly, up and down her body, making her internal sensors ache. Uzi instinctively wraps her hand around his cock, as if that would help… but the vibrations just spread through her body in another wave. Her body is too small, and N is too big; his cock is about the size of her abdominal segment; even the external vibration from it makes Uzi clench her teeth to keep from groaning.Frankly, it’s a very strange sensation: discomfort mixed with anticipation.“Stop it,” Uzi hisses. N obediently turns off the vibration. “And get your hands off me. And freeze.”She opens the lower compartment.Her systems have overheated so much that steam is escaping from under the plating; she almost moans when the cool air hits her body.She's so wet that it feels like pre-cum is just pouring out of her. Her thighs shake as she lifts herself up, trying to sit on N's cock. It's incredibly uncomfortable, but N catches her in time, holds her down and helps her. The feeling of growing fullness is so deafening that Uzi freezes, trying to get used to it. It's like this every time. Too much. She forces herself to go all the way down on his cock and presses her palms to her stomach, feels the oblong shape through the soft, flexible material.The first time they did it, Uzi was scared as hell. She'd never heard of anyone getting torn apart by a dick, but with N, she almost believed it was possible. She was afraid to even move, and, in general, their first time didn't go well - and they avoided penetration for a long time until Uzi finally decided that this was the way of weaklings.And then she liked it.Maybe she's addicted to the feeling of something huge stretching you from the inside. Maybe she just likes it when everything is a little too much.N waits patiently for her to adjust and let him move. As usual.“Turn it on.”And the first pulse of vibration makes Uzi arch, throwing her head back. Every sensor in her vagina instantly overloads. The temperature skyrockets.She’s holding on, Robo-god sees she’s holding on — but after a few seconds her back and ass explode with pain, spreading out along unhealed scars. The semi-darkness in the closet thickens, and wet sounds are heard in it — and these are not the sounds of sex; from the black shadows, from her body, something leathery, slimy, and wrong is bursting out. Uzi's vision darkens, and she bites her cheek to keep from screaming: screaming in one of the central corridors means that she will definitely attract attention.Her wings unfold, filling the entire space of the closet, her tail thrashes, shimmering in the darkness with purple lights.Heavy, hot hands fall on her torn back, stroking and soothing. N runs his fingertips along the base of her wings."Everything is fine," he whispers, "everything is fine."Uzi doesn't even hiss, but whines quietly, because the vibration jolts do not stop. N somehow immediately switched on a fast tempo this time, it’s hard to bear - she has to cover her mouth with her hands, and still feels like she’s about to burst into tears.A quiet, sweet whisper slides over her like silk. N showers her with barely audible tenderness, kisses her shoulders, catches her tail and holds back the furious appendage.“Quiet, quiet,” the tail grabs his hand, but he doesn't seem to notice it. “Hold on. You don't want us to get caught, do you?”Uzi lets out a muffled whine. She asks incoherently: slower, not so hard, please… And is met with a strangely cold expression.“Mm.” N looks at her with interest. “What's the challenge then?”Her bat wings dig their claws into his shoulders, and oil oozes from under the dented skin.“Are you crazy? I can't…”“You can.”The claws dig deeper into his body.“You know what to do,” he whispers into her hair. “You can do anything to me. But making noise…”His voice breaks as the teeth on Uzi's tail enter his wrist drive.“…You can't.”Uzi can order him.She knows he will obey; he always obeys serious orders, and sometimes she wonders what his deal is: did something make him this way? Or is it just in his nature? Or does he just like to obey?But this is getting her going, and the dark, animalistic part of her soul, the one that is a monster, absolutely revels in the feeling of her fangs and claws crushing an armored body designed for killing.She is so strong (she is a monster).He is so damn strong, but still obeys.Her arousal is so similar to delight that she somehow even manages to put it into words when she flashes him a message:DarkXWolf17: you like being a toy, huh?DarkXWolf17: <3 you are my toyWithout removing her claws from N's body, she hugs him with her wings.DarkXWolf17: such a good boy <3She wants to think of something else to say, something sarcastic and ambiguous, but she hears footsteps outside and involuntarily presses herself against En, her wings closing around the two of them like an eggshell.Someone is talking in the hallway. Can’t they find another place to talk? Without thinking, she raises her hand to shut the door, and N…Just doesn’t let her.He grabs her hand, intertwining their fingers.SD-N: No, noDarkXWolf17: whatSD-N: Then it won't be as interestingHe’s seriously interested in this, Uzi thinks, and finally removes her claws from his shoulders. N sighs with relief, lets go of her tail to yank the twisted joint back into place.A voice is heard from near the closet:“Did you hear that?”Uzi can't place the voice. Probably someone so inconspicuous that she never bothered to learn their name.“I heard a strange sound…”“Nope, nothing. Do you think it came from the closet?”“Yeah. You never know, maybe something broke…”“Shit, dude, what do you care? You don’t know shit about electricity anyway.”“Yeah, but…”N squeezes Uzi’s hand as hard as he can. They both freeze, afraid to breathe, let alone move—but the vibration mode is still on, and Uzi has to endure it.She feels like she can feel his entire dick inside her, every rib of rigidity, every degree of bend. Her entire abdominal compartment shudders with every beat of the vibration.She hears the voices outside dying down; the conversation about what might break in the electrical closet is gradually fading away.Uzi fidgets, trying to find a more comfortable angle—and whimpers softly when she finds one. She knows very well that there are at least four sensory points inside her that, if stimulated, can make her cum. And that’s just in her vagina; if you use the design features… Data ports…She finds her clitoris with her fingers and teases it, making the pleasure unbearable. She can hold on a little longer…“Not enough for you?” N asks tenderly. “Turn on maximum power?”Yeah, this guy can be annoying when he wants to be. Uzi kisses him to shut him up (not that it helps).SD-N: I didn't know that wouldn’t be enough for you:)Their tongues intertwine. Uzi touches N’s fangs with the tip of her tongue, and in the meantime throws into the local chat:DarkXWolf17: whatIt finally dawns on her what kind of dirty talk she can use to get under his skin.DarkXWolf17: too much initiative for a toy <3DarkXWolf17: your job is to sit while I fuck myself with your dick <3SD-N: Right.DarkXWolf17: the difference between you and a vibrator is that you talk too muchSD-N: Should I shut up?Knowing his habit of following orders to the letter, it’d be dangerous to agree.DarkXWolf17: keep kissing meHe doesn’t stop. His tongue is already somewhere deep in Uzi's throat, he bites her lips, entwining his tongue around hers - all without looking up from their conversation.SD-N: I don't want to bother you, but you know…SD-N: You're so amazing.SD-N: And… so tight.On that wonderful note, something inside Uzi finally (metaphorically) breaks. Her back arches, everything inside her is cramping, an orgasm is washing over her. She tries not to make a sound, and it takes all her strength - all the strength she usually spends on maintaining her own image; and now she goes limp, pressing herself against N with her whole body, and clings to his arms as if they were her last support, and throws her head back, breaking the kiss.SD-N: You just don’t know how you look right now.SD-N: So nice.SD-N: How about coupling?Uzi gives her permission for it before she can think.And the world explodes, disintegrates into a million layers, fills with alien feelings and sensations. Her “I” mixes with someone else’s, huge and warm, filled with complex associations. Coupling is a very fast exchange of information… Extremely personal information. And now Uzi knows ten times more about N than she did a minute ago; she knows that he really does feel good right now – differently than she does, but still good, tenderness that fills him to the brim, tenderness mixed with the desire to obey and the desire to protect her from the outside world; he is warmth, obedience, wingspan, endurance, quiet laughter, endless love, light.He purrs.She bites her own tongue to keep from crying; coupling makes her weak. It's the same damn thing every time.The vibrations don't stop, lashing out like an electric whip; Uzi is so sensitive now, and it's so much…Just the way she likes it.After coupling, time always seems too slow, too fast, or some other alien concept; Uzi tries to count the vibrations, but loses count on the sixth, and it becomes an endless pleasure.She thinks she's coming again.More than once, it seems.She vaguely remembers asking to couple again, and N grants her wish; she seems to joke in their chat that this is his main reward for the day, since he won’t have an orgasm for the next few hours; he says that’s cruel, and opens up to her, an endless fractal flower of a neural network.It’s so beautiful… so beautiful that it brings her to tears, but instead of ecstatic sobs, Uzi starts to sink her claws into N again. He hesitantly asks her to continue. Instead of finally triumphantly convicting him of his hidden masochism, she opens his chest with one of her bat wings under the collarbone, tears one of the arteries and laps up the oil.Behind the oil-conducting arteries, artificial ligaments, and cables is a terrifying but familiar brown-red flesh. It’s exactly the same inside Uzi herself, and hers is also best left alone, but she doesn’t care anymore, she licks it - and N releases his blades, ripping open the wall of the closet with a terrifying screech.Perhaps it is this sound that brings them both to their senses. Or rather, in reality, only N comes to his senses; Uzi arches into her orgasm again, her wings scrape the walls, her vision darkens; she wants to ask for coupling again, but instead, disconnected, meaningless sounds fly out of her mouth…
System notification: Critical sensory system overload. Please contact a certified technician to check that your drivers are up to date.
System notification: Error processing sensory input.
System notification: Audio output device error.
System notification: ATTENTION! RAM is overloaded. Please use the task manager to organize processes.
This text is the last thing Uzi sees; after that, she finally shuts down completely.When she comes to, she’s lying face-down on a soft surface. A heavy, warm hand hugs her neck; her own wings cover her from above like a blanket.Her tail is the first to finally wake up. It wriggles on the bed, rises up, freezes in the air, flickering with lights.Carefully moving her wings, Uzi turns on her side, towards N. He is asleep. Silver scars are still visible on his bare shoulders - traces of claws; the nanite repair system has not yet managed to fix the appearance of his skin.Uzi doesn’t want to wake him, but her movements have already done it for her; first, additional eyes flash on N's head, then his screen finally lights up."Uzi," he mutters, and presses her to himself like a plush toy.At another time, Uzi would be angry, but now she is warm and calm. She is at peace. And just a bit, just the tiniest bit, at the edge of her mind, there still lingers the memory of the fractal, of serenity and love.She realizes that it would do her some good to clean herself up… While she was unconscious, N had clearly done everything he could – at least she wasn’t half as covered in oil and her own grease as she would have been – but there were some things even he couldn’t do.However, Uzi doesn’t want to do anything at the moment. However, she takes advantage of the moment by clearing the local chat logs. Some things are just better off disappearing when they are no longer needed. Like those messages she’d sent about the “toy.”N rubs his head against her shoulder and purrs softly. Uzi watches, almost fascinated, as their tails swing in the air in the same rhythm, then intertwine.“Come on,” N mutters, “let’s not get up yet, okay?”Uzi’s tail nibbles on him gently. N keeps talking, brushing her tail away with his hand, putting the acid capsule aside; he's gentle and soft now, like the kindest dog in the world, not the slightest hint of integrity.Uzi smirks at this thought, because, again, the memories of the coupling are still fresh. She still remembers how the softness turned inside out with infected flesh and blades, how the tenderness tried to protect her from the entire universe…“Hey,” she asks, “can I ask a stupid question?”N fidgets, getting more comfortable in her arms. Their arms and legs are intertwined.“I’m sure it’s not that stupid,” he answers.“What… What am I?”“Huh?”Maybe she shouldn't have asked that.“In the coupling,” Uzi says quietly. “What am I then?”“Mm.”He's silent for so long that Uzi starts to feel nervous.“…Amazing.”“That’s all?”“It’s hard to explain in words, you know. It’s just… You’re just really amazing. Not like me at all.”“Oh my Robo-God, N. I would have guessed that. Of course I’m different! Well, in what way?”He turns to face her.“Do you really want to know?”“Well…”“I’m just not sure that some things even need to be said at all. Because it’s… not some kind of description of your personality, it’s more… All of you, as you are. I can’t describe you, because you’re too complex for words. I remember how it felt, and I’ll never get tired of that feeling… I’m happy that you allowed me to couple with you. It’s wonderful, and I guess if I had to describe it with one word, it’s just happiness.”Uzi listens, and feels her screen blush.“Hey,” she says. “It was cool. And I trust you, so why not?”It’s not even half true.They both know what a lame excuse that is.No one allows a coupling just because the other person is a cool dude.Giving someone a complete sense of self is almost a psychological feat; Uzi still can't figure out what the ease with which they did it says about them. Are they completely nuts? Or is it something else?Maybe when they first did it, Uzi was too afraid of losing herself in the Solver and disappearing forever; it was the easiest way to give complete knowledge of herself to someone else; to leave an eternal, unhealing mark in the shape of herself in N's heart, which was as malleable as wax.Maybe she wanted to prove to the world that there was someone she could open up to after all.Maybe she wasn't thinking about anything at all. It was entirely possible.Oh, my God!Uzi slaps herself hard, regaining her composure. N stares at her with a mixture of surprise and fear."Are you okay?""I'm an idiot," she says honestly. "But it doesn't matter.”The only thing that really matters is…She buries her face in N's shoulder, feeling unstable and somehow too light.Maybe this is the effect of several couplings in a row. She just needs to get some sleep and stop thinking about nonsense… Like how the thing about leaving an imprint of herself in someone's heart works both ways.Uzi musters up all her courage - or perhaps all her cowardice - and turns off the screen. To hell with it. She plans to sleep with these thoughts and forget them safely.Next to her, N breathes evenly with the quiet noise of air cooling. When Uzi settles down next to him more comfortably, he silently shifts so that his head lies on her shoulder.Uzi dreams of flesh and blades, indestructible protection, and golden flowers.