#em gee

Probably that e was weird. Which wasn't a bad thing.

Em had found that the curve of N's upper arm was exactly as soft as it looked. It made for a nice place to rest, given that the larger woman had a habit of splaying her arms when the loving was done.

As was the case now, for the moment at least; they lay together in the tangle of the sheets, Em managing to look almost tan next to the extreme pallor of N's skin where they pressed together in a loose cuddle.

Not too close, not yet; that was part of N's deal. For now she would be too hot, and if she got hot, she'd get crabby. Em found e was perfectly okay with not finding out what N considered her 'crabby self' was like.

And in a way, e liked the wait. E liked the stillness and the quiet, broken only by the soft (almost imagined, if e hadn't seen the thin network of scars where the implants had been inserted e would think e was imagining it) ticking of those mechanical bits settling.

It gave er time to think, but it also made er smile, just a little bit, that e could predict when the other woman was ready to move closer.

A moment of true silence, when even that faint ticking quit, and then a five-count, and N's arm would shift, wriggling a little under a compliant Em, until they were nestled together in a sort of lazy spooning. That seemed to be N's preferred cuddle pose.

After a short moment of continued stillness -- maybe testing the temperature, Em didn't know -- N would curl her arm around Em, fingers usually draping lightly over a breast.

"I like this," she said, her voice a rough, husky murmur.

Em gave a little scoff, angling er face to give N the full advantage of er lofted eyebrow. "My boob? Gosh, yer romantic."

E yelped at the punishing little flick N granted er nipple, but also didn't miss the slim smile that pulled at those permanently blackened lips.

"You, y' little tit," N huffed primly, already gentling the sting of the flick away. "You bein' in my bed. Everything about it. I like this, all a' this."

"Oh."

There was an audible click in the exposed metal plated along N's back as she turned her head, giving Em a raised brow of her own. "How very succinct."

Wiggling a little closer, Em frowned, pursing er lips as N shifted a leg, allowing them to tangle together. Neither of them shaved, which was another thing Em found e liked that was probably weird.

"Y' don't think it's... weird?"

N's laughter always started out silent, sometimes turning into a sound not unlike an old engine that didn't quite want to turn, and sometimes becoming an audible chuckle. This time it was the chuckle.

"Weird," she said. "Sweetness, I have a pet squid. He flies and tries to eat my boots, and is afraid of water. I broke my back an' got a new back from my employer. Ever been to Horroria? That place is weird. Also terrifying."

She shifted, managing to be oddly delicate given her size, rolling onto her side and curling close enough to press a kiss to Em's mouth. It lingered for a moment, and then she pulled away, laughing quietly. "The only weird thing is that you seem t' get prettier every time I look atcha, which is just scientifically impossible, considering that you were among the prettiest damn people I ever saw when I first met you."

"I was a robot when you first met me."

"And a damn fine one."

"So..." e cleared er throat, rolling over in the circle of N's arms to face her. "It's... not weird?"