He freaks out a bit.

Something in Quinn’s chest tightened and he found it hard to speak. He just stared. It was one thing when Blue was basically just a life-sized dress-up doll in his living room; it was another thing entirely when she was actually moving, and speaking.

“Quinny? You okay?” She asked, a genuine look of concern on her face. A face that only just barely started moving. He was shaking a bit. She just came to life right before his eyes. A person he spent the past hour designing from the ground up, whose appearance and personality he meticulously crafted to be his ideal. Was this how it felt to be a god?

“Uh, yeah I’m just…” Quinny finally said but stopped partway through. Her eyes. Her sapphire blue eyes were looking at him, looking into his own.

She walked over to him as he was seated in the chair he pulled in from the dining area. She pressed her hand against his forehead. It was so soft. It felt real. Like the hand of an actual person, a woman who had a whole life of experience. In her eyes, she had known Quinn for almost four months, but she was only an hour old.

“You don’t have a fever,” she said with a puzzled look, “do you feel dizzy?”

“A little.” Quinn wasn’t lying. “I just had…” he stopped again, struggling to find the words. “Have you ever had one of those moments where you think you’re dreaming?” He asked her.

“I’ve had moments where I wonder if I am dreaming, and wonder if I’ll suddenly wake up at five years old again, my whole life and everything I’ve ever learned about the world turning out to be a lie.” She shrugs. “Are you having one of those moments?” Quinn had certainly had those moments before, but it wasn't quite the same as what he was experiencing now.

“Not exactly. It’s like, I feel like I have to be dreaming but… but I’m happy and really don’t want to wake up.”

Blue giggles. “Sounds like you need to lay off the energy drinks.” She points at the half-empty can on the counter.

Emily “Blue” Leonhart was a real person now. She had deep thoughts about her life and she cared for Quinn’s safety, like a girlfriend. The way she was acting now, there was virtually no indication that she had just been barely spawned into existence by a random super power Quinn had no idea he had before tonight.

He decided that if this was his dream he wanted to make sure it was a good one. He stopped thinking about the reality of it, and the strangeness of the situation and just focused on Blue herself. She was gorgeous, of course, he made her that way. Maybe not every guy would find her attractive but he did, and that’s all that mattered really. She seemed very sweet with a hint of spice that he really enjoyed.

He remembered reading from her bio that the two of them hadn’t gone all the way and had sex yet. It seemed the background generator had some insight into his own psychology as well. Blue was the one who approached Quinn to be in the relationship, he certainly wouldn’t have been the one to ask her out. And he also wouldn’t have been the one to approach her with anything sexual. He wouldn’t have even asked to have sex with her until she came to him.

Right now, he sort of needed stability. He had a lot of emotions swirling around in his head and he wasn’t sure what to do with any of them. He was a bit surprised at what came out of his mouth next.

“Wanna make out?” Quinn asked.

Blue’s eyes were wide for a moment, but only briefly, then she smiled. “Fuck yeah.” She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him up, leading him to the loveseat in the living room.

They both sat down, Quinn was sitting a bit awkwardly, unsure of what to do. In his mind, he had never done anything with this woman, and now he was about to French kiss her. In her mind, they did this all the time. She enjoyed it, in fact, Quinn made sure of that.

Without any hesitation Blue leaned in and connected her lips to his. They were soft against his, her breath was hot on his upper lip as she exhaled through her nose. This phase of the kiss only lasted for a brief moment before she parted her lips and slipped her tongue into his mouth. Her tongue was soft too, and it was feisty. It quickly sought out Quinn’s tongue and started swirling around it.

Quinn wasn’t quite sure what he was doing, but he got into the groove of it soon enough. He was content at the moment to just let Blue take the lead. Oddly enough, making out with her was really starting to calm him down. There was a mounting pressure in his groin, but he ignored it. Quinn was enjoying this feeling far too much to get bothered by that. For perhaps the first time in his life he felt wanted, needed, and loved. Blue wasn’t kissing him halfheartedly, this wasn’t the kiss of someone who was **** or on a dare. It was a real kiss, she was kissing him like a genuine lover.

This was the first time he had ever gotten a kiss like this. Even his make out sessions with his former girlfriend were tepid and felt ****. All she wanted from him was his money, she was never interested in his love. But with Blue, there was a need there.

The make-out session lasted far longer than his ex, too. He wasn’t keeping track of time but Quinn knew they had been going for quite a long time, mainly because his jaw began to hurt. He couldn’t ignore the pressure in his groin anymore, but by now it was too late. He let out a few moans as he ejaculated in his pants. He felt his member pulse and leak out his sperm into his boxers.

“Oh god.” He said breaking the kiss and looking down.

“Quinn?” Blue followed his gaze and saw a dark spot appear on his sweatpants. “Did you just…?”

Quinn hung his head in shame. “Fuck, I’m sorry Blue I just… that’s so fucked up.”

Blue took him by the chin with her fingers and made him look at her in her gorgeous sapphire eyes. “Shut up. It’s okay, I promise.” There wasn’t an ounce of pity in her voice, which did make Quinn feel slightly better about what just happened. “You’re kinda freaked out and you’re tired. I’m still not sure I understand why you’re so freaked out, but it’s okay. We have those moments sometimes. I know from personal experience this isn’t a common thing for you.” She smiles warmly.

“Thanks I uh, I’ll just go take a shower.” Quinn started to get up but felt Blue’s arm push him back down.

“No need.” Her smile got just a little sultry now as she slid down off the couch and knelt in front of him.

“Wait, are you…?” As if to answer the question Quinn never finished, Blue pulled his sweatpants and boxers down past his knees. His cock sprang out in front of her, still a little hard, but glistening with his own sperm.

She pulled the pants and shorts all the way down and tossed them to the side. Without saying a word, she just leaned in and started licking along his thighs. Without complaint and even with some degree of a smile teasing the corner of her lips she began to lap up all the semen he had just let out.

“You don’t need to do—”

“Hush you.” She said looking up at him with a bit of intensity. “You get to be cleaned up and I get a midnight snack. Win-win.” She smiles sweetly and then continues the gentle strokes of her tongue.

Quinn had certainly never experienced this before. When Blue’s tongue began sliding along his balls and the base of his cock his rod was fully erect again. And the way that she described it as a snack and the way seemed to be enjoying herself didn’t help either. He was still sensitive from the ejaculation a moment ago, but her tongue and lips were gentle along his shaft.

“Blue, if you keep this up I’m gonna…” He trailed off as he started to breathe a bit more heavily. The feeling of her moist tongue dragging its way slowly along his erect length and her hot breath against his cool skin was too much. “I think I’m gonna cum again.”

“Go ahead.” She said bringing her lips around his glans and then swirling her tongue around the tip.

Without needing much more encouragement, he exploded into her lips, another batch of cum began coating her tongue and she happily took it all without spilling a drop. Quinn always had been rather fertile when it came to sperm count, he managed to cum enough that she needed to swallow some of his sperm before he was even finished.

When Quinn was finally finished with his orgasm she lifted herself up and opened her mouth to show him the contents. There was enough there that there was a very real danger some of his cum would drip out of the corners of her mouth. Before it could though, she closed her mouth and swallowed loudly, opening it once again to show him that nothing remained. There was something incredibly satisfying and enjoyable to the young man about knowing that she had swallowed everything.

Afterward she hopped back up onto the loveseat with Quinn and cuddled against him, smiling. “I’m not stupid.” She said suddenly. “When I asked you to be my boyfriend I knew that there would be moments like these where you’re not at the top of your game. You can be sure that anytime those moments crop up I’ll be willing to help in any way I can. I’ll even try and find a way to make it a good memory instead of a bad one.”

Quinn was still a bit dazed, but nodded. It was genuinely reassuring to hear that.

"Unless I'm playing you in Mario Kart, if you aren't at the top of your game then I'm gonna rub it in your face for a week."

He laughed and his eyes drifted to the clock on the wall, he sensed that Blue’s did the same.

“Damn, it’s almost five.” She said. “We really should get to bed.”

“You’re right.”

“A good night’s sleep will probably fix you right up.” Ordinarily Quinn would have agreed, but he still had to confront the very real possibility that Blue might not be there in the morning.

“Mmm, Quinn?” Blue’s tired voice called out next to him in his bed. “Are you still awake?”

“Yeah.”

She curiously peered past him to the clock on his nightstand. “It’s almost seven. Are you okay?”

“I’m still just… scared. If this is a dream I don’t want it to end.”

Without warning, Blue grabs Quinn’s hand and places it against her chest. Not her breasts, though because she was naked he got a nice feel of the top of them, his hand was right above them on her chest. “Do you feel that Quinn?” He thought he knew what she was referring to, and he could. There was a heartbeat. “Can you smell me right now? Can you feel my breath on you?”

“Yeah.”

“A dream can’t fake any of that.” He wasn’t sure if she was completely right about that, but it certainly was true of Quinn’s dreams. He rarely experienced any of that in a dream, now that he was thinking about it. “Whatever it is that’s making you happy isn’t going away when you wake up. And even if it does, I’ll be here.”

Unless you’re the thing that’s making me happy. Quinn thought. But she had genuinely calmed him down. Blue seemed to be good at that. Without too much hassle, he finally managed to drift off to sleep, his new lover beside him.