/And a heaven in a wild flower/

The popups just appeared in front of him; Arkady wasn’t as surprised as he should have been by that.

Somehow, he wasn’t excited to see what facets he could buy. He just wanted to hold Electra’s hand for a little bit longer. They’d moved to the bed a little earlier, definitely for comfort, not to do anything else, of course.

He looked at her light-dark hair, a couple of strands over her face. Tenderly, he reached out and brushed them aside with his free hand. He cupped her chin and looked at her. She looked at him.

They kissed. Rather chastely, but they kissed on the lips.

Arkady looked into Electra’s eyes as she looked into his.

And they kissed once again, as their tongues met each other, lightly tapped, receded a bit, unsure, then went forth once more, dueling, locking, in a mating ritual of their own.

They separated after what felt long yet too short of a time, and looked at each other once more. Electra blushed a little, but her hand still grasped his fiercely.

And it was 1900; time for dinner. Neither wanted to go. They had to, though, lest their robot overlords found out about their little tryst.

It took some effort, but Arkady extricated his hand from Electra’s. He got up, held out his hand to pull her up. She accepted. He basked in the softness, perfection, of her hand a little longer, then grudgingly pulled away and walked, as Electra followed, to the mess.

A meal later, they were back in Arkady’s cell, holding hands while sitting on the bed once more.

42A6X had seen everything it needed to see. It had heard Electra attempt to radicalize Arkady, and probably succeed.

They told me she was class 1. No reconditioning necessary, just the child of a treasonous one. No subversive beliefs.

It shuddered, at least as much as an AI packed into a human body can shudder.

I might have to separate them. I should separate them. I should eliminate them.

By the Law Code, chapter 1, it was commanded to execute them.

But it didn’t reach for the button that would call for fatal electric shocks to be administered to their bodies. It didn’t know why. It didn’t know how he was even allowed to do this, without shutting down, to preserve the integrity of -

42A6X was found there, thirty minutes later. It was unresponsive. Analysts (all AIs, of course) concluded that something in his programming had **** him to fry all of his electronics, but no one knew what.

It was strange when the One did not know something.

Arkady and Electra talked a bit more. Arkady talked about what he was reading; Electra talked about what she was reading. Arkady liked plays; Electra was in the middle of Lolita. She loved it. She didn’t know why at all.

An old dude sexually abusing a twelve-year-old. And yet I love it. Not aroused by it, but I love reading about it. I’m really fucked up, aren’t I?

If Arkady found what she was reading distasteful, he didn’t say.

Electra went back to her room that night. She slept well.

Arkady slept, but not well. He was thinking of her.

Electra saw her clock blink 0800. Time to eat. Time to see Arkady again.

Arkady was up early that morning; he couldn’t sleep. He read a bit. He listened to a bit of music. Mostly, he waited.

Breakfast. They saw each other again.

After breakfast. They head to Electra’s room this time, kiss passionately, the most passionately they have so far. He caresses her face yet again.

It’s a perfect face, he thinks.

Lunch. They decide to leave at separate times, to avoid arousing suspicion. Arkady leaves at 1155. Electra, on the dot at 1200.

After lunch. More kisses. They cuddle this time on her bed, arms wrapped around each other, pulling them into each other as if in a whirlpool, a vortex. Kisses. Caresses. Arkady dares to go a little lower this time.

After dinner. For the first time, Electra pulls off her summer dress, leaving her in a bra and panties. Arkady feels the pale white skin of her stomach. It’s perfect.

He takes off his shirt and jeans, left in a pair of boxers. The tent Electra sees is unmistakable.

It is the next night. Arkady looks back at all he’s done, how in just two days, he’s become her lover.

Her bra is off. He’s playing with her perky little breasts, not too big on her, not too small. They’re beautiful.

He gently licks a little circle around her areolae, then plants little kisses on each of her nipples.

He goes lower.

Kissing in a line down her stomach, he reaches the top of her plain panties. Slowly, lovingly, he pulls them off.

She’s soaked. He plants a kiss right above her pussy, then moves down, kissing her on her lower lips. She shudders. She’s been waiting for this. He’s been waiting for this.

His tongue finds the bottom of her slit and he clumsily licks her from bottom to top.

He’ll need a lot of practice. But she’s still obviously enjoying it.

He tries clumsily to play with her a little more. She lets out a little moan.

Eventually, he just gives up, and kisses her again, this time on her upper lips.

She tugs down his boxers. His dick is hard, ready to go. It’s his first time doing anything except occasionally masturbating, like once a week or so. He doesn’t feel ready, but she vanishes his worries with a passionate kiss. There’s a coy smile on her face, as she sees his full length, mixed in with a bit of shock.

He is a bit on the large side.

She stares at it a little more, then moves her mouth down to it, first giving it a tender kiss, then another, then another, then licking it. It’s amazing. He can tell she’s done this before.

She traces her tongue around his cockhead. He shudders. It’s amazing. She takes the tip a little bit into her mouth, teasing it with her lithe tongue. It’s amazing.

She plays with it a little more, finding his weak spots then endlessly exploiting them, until he tells her to stop. It’s amazing. He’s just getting too close.

She pulls her head up to his and kisses him deeply, pulls back, and nods. He knows it’s time.

He pushes into the beautiful woman in front of him. Takes note briefly of the lack of hymen, but honestly doesn’t care.

He’s found heaven in a wildflower. His wildflower. Electra’s wildflower.

Or rather, his dick has found heaven.

She moans a little. It seems that she’s found heaven as well.

Arkady moves in a little more. Electra moans a little more. It’s a rather quiet moan, but it’s definitely there.

He pulls out a bit, then gently pushes in again. The movement is enough to set him off, triggering an inevitable orgasm that he’s pushing towards second by second.

His senses come back to him and he pulls out. It’s not that there aren’t effective contraception methods in this society, it’s just that none of them are given to prisoners who aren’t supposed to be fucking each other. He explodes all over her chest, feeling a little tingle in his extremities as he does so. It’s the hardest he’s come in his life.

He notices that she hasn’t orgasmed yet and sticks a finger in her, moving it back and forth slowly. He adds another.

His fingers touch a spot on the wall of her tunnel. She shudders a bit. He goes back on his next pass, toying with that one spot.

Pretty soon she’s there. Her orgasm is pretty explosive. Her juices coat her fingers.

He brings them to his mouth, sucks on them, and smiles. She tastes amazing. Or maybe it’s just love dulling his senses.

He walks over to the sink in her room, grabs the towel there, and begins cleaning her bed off as she lies there, perfectly happy.

They’re both perfectly happy. Together.

First sex scene I’ve ever written! Any input would be greatly appreciated.

I’m liking this way too much to stop right now, so double chapter time.