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| A chilly, overcast day; a sight like this was comforting, rather calm even for the youthful looking woman.
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| 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.
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| She knew rain was to join her footstep's chorus soon.
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| Her roommate always used to say the coming storm had a way of messing with Beverly.
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| 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.
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| 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.
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| The streets were mostly empty. It was late after all and the sky called out warnings of quite the coming shower.
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| 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.
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| 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.
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| 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.
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| Her navy lips perked as her emerald eyes gazed into Beverly's cerulean ones.
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| There was a lustful look in one another's eyes as the beautiful girl's gazed into each other.
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| They were one in the same; Their backgrounds unbeknownst to each other but one thing was for certain...
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| It was love
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| The blue haired beauty spoke first:
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| "Im...sorry. I'm...uh...Beverly..."
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| The gorgeous green haired girl was quick to interject:
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| "Its...ok. Really...."
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| "Im...uh...Sara..."
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| They cupped each other's shoulders tenderly. They stood still, frozen in time, hypnotized in each other's embrace.
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| A new static charge of enamorment filled the air as they touched in unison.
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| They moved to embrace slowly, staring entranced in each other's faces.
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| 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!
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| 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...
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| And both of the girls thought together, unbeknownst, yet silently understood:
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| Why wait...
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| 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.
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| They danced around, a fiery dance of passion as their moans sung through the air like a great symphony.
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| They'd both reach their hands under their skirts, feeling each other all over.
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| Every crevice, bump, hole, oh gods they needed it all!
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| They reached from each other's kisses to say lovingly:
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| "Sara..."
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| "Oh...Beverly!"
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| "Sara!"
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| "Beverly!!!"
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| They continued their onslaught of kisses, overwhelmed by pleasure and practically screaming each other's names:
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| "Sara Sara Sara Sara Sara-"
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| "Beverly Beverly Beverly Beverly Beverly-"
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| The girls worlds went dark, possibly for the last time...
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| 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.
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| With no one around to reset them, the torrent fell. Synthetic skin was soaked, carbon fiber hairs flooded.
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| Their processors seemed to jump up in heat, possibly in glitching pleasure before the pathetic things were put to rest.
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| Their roommates had both warned the simple sleeper synthetics of storms, and could only sigh as they slipped them into the trash heap.
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| The lightning struck lovers forever side by side until compaction and destruction next trash day.
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