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===[[Stories/WitchyAlta|WitchyAlta]]=== | ===[[Stories/WitchyAlta|WitchyAlta]]=== | ||
#[[First Sparks of Love]] | #[[First Sparks of Love]] | ||
A chilly, overcast day; a sight like this was comforting, rather calm even for the youthful looking woman. | |||
It was around 6 p.m. that Beverly walked home; her footsteps clicked one by one, as in sync as a metronome as she paced home swiftly. | |||
She knew rain was to join her footstep's chorus soon. | |||
Her roommate always used to say the coming storm had a way of messing with Beverly. | |||
How silly though! Electrons floating through the air weren't the cause of her glee; the cerulean haired girl was simply enamored by the wonderful colors of the cloud-streaked sky. | |||
One step, two step. Another then another and she'd be home in no time! Her black, stocking-covered, slender legs moved with precision as she walked down the quiet sidewalks to her apartment only a few blocks away now. | |||
The streets were mostly empty. It was late after all and the sky called out warnings of quite the coming shower. | |||
It didn't make much of a difference to Beverly; her movements were always swift and directly communicated her destination. Even those who didn't move for her she was quick enough to dodge. | |||
Her roommate, however, must have been partially right about the storms grasp on the woman. This was what ran through Beverly's mind as she haphazardly bumped headfirst into someone. | |||
The girl was only slightly shorter than Beverly. She looked about as youthful, too. Her green hair fell in a bob that barely touched her shoulders, unlike Beverly's longer lockes. | |||
Her navy lips perked as her emerald eyes gazed into Beverly's cerulean ones. | |||
There was a lustful look in one another's eyes as the beautiful girl's gazed into each other. | |||
They were one in the same; Their backgrounds unbeknownst to each other but one thing was for certain... | |||
It was love | |||
The blue haired beauty spoke first: | |||
"Im...sorry. I'm...uh...Beverly..." | |||
The gorgeous green haired girl was quick to interject: | |||
"Its...ok. Really...." | |||
"Im...uh...Sara..." | |||
They cupped each other's shoulders tenderly. They stood still, frozen in time, hypnotized in each other's embrace. | |||
A new static charge of enamorment filled the air as they touched in unison. | |||
They moved to embrace slowly, staring entranced in each other's faces. | |||
Surely, Beverly could convince her roommate to let the gorgeous girl stay, she thought. It was about to rain! Surely that was excuse enough, yes! | |||
Sara couldn't go home tonight, she thought. Her home was here, in Beverly's arms. It felt so strong, magnetic, she has to have her... | |||
And both of the girls thought together, unbeknownst, yet silently understood: | |||
Why wait... | |||
Soft faces smushed together as textured lips crossed. An entire world of colors spun around as they intertwined, stocking-covered legs wrapping around each other as they nearly tipped over. | |||
They danced around, a fiery dance of passion as their moans sung through the air like a great symphony. | |||
They'd both reach their hands under their skirts, feeling each other all over. | |||
Every crevice, bump, hole, oh gods they needed it all! | |||
They reached from each other's kisses to say lovingly: | |||
"Sara..." | |||
"Oh...Beverly!" | |||
"Sara!" | |||
"Beverly!!!" | |||
They continued their onslaught of kisses, overwhelmed by pleasure and practically screaming each other's names: | |||
"Sara Sara Sara Sara Sara-" | |||
"Beverly Beverly Beverly Beverly Beverly-" | |||
The girls worlds went dark, possibly for the last time... | |||
The two androids had been seen colliding about 27 minutes prior to the shower. They stood there, simply shaking and blinking with the androids default plastic smile. | |||
With no one around to reset them, the torrent fell. Synthetic skin was soaked, carbon fiber hairs flooded. | |||
Their processors seemed to jump up in heat, possibly in glitching pleasure before the pathetic things were put to rest. | |||
Their roommates had both warned the simple sleeper synthetics of storms, and could only sigh as they slipped them into the trash heap. | |||
The lightning struck lovers forever side by side until compaction and destruction next trash day. | |||
===[[Stories/Wjbaines|Wjbaines]]=== | ===[[Stories/Wjbaines|Wjbaines]]=== | ||
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