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Uzi's back was pressed against cold tile, her lips captured entirely by the blonde-haired drone clinging to her for dear life. Their tongues intertwined, the artificial muscles sharing a dance in one another's mouth as Uzi's hands carded through the wet, blonde hair in front of her. Water poured down on them, soaking their organic hair and tapping gently against their waterproof skin before sliding away. The sound of the water droplets trickling against the tile floor and the hiss of the shower head drowned out the muffled groans of the lip locked drones and their eventual breathless pants as they parted, connected by glistening strands of their saliva before it was washed away by the water.
"Fuck—" Uzi breathlessly muttered as she rested her head back against the tile wall behind her.
"Y'know, for a freak..." Lizzy began, leaning in closer to Uzi as she spoke. "...you're a pretty good kisser," she rasped into Uzi's audials, making the worker involuntarily shudder.
"Y– you got in the sh– shower with me to make out, and I– I'm the freak?" Uzi stuttered, locking her violet eyes with Lizzy's hot pink.
"Are you complaining?" Lizzy replied, quirking a digital eyebrow.
Uzi hesitated, mouth gaped for just a moment before she shut it and looked away, mumbling a quiet and defeated "no."
"Good," Lizzy purred, planting a kiss on the goth's cheek. "You're lucky you're so hot."
Uzi wished she wasn't bare, desperately wanting to cover her warm face and hide the blush she knew was plastered on her display. Her core thrummed in her chest, beating against its case like a human heart working over time, whole her stomach cavity fluttered like a thousand little keybugs had managed to worm their way in and were scuttling about. It made Uzi squirm, but it didn't make her uncomfortable...
A beat of silence, and Lizzy dove back in — without warning — for another kiss. She firmly pressed her wet lips against Uzi's, grasping the goth's wet shoulders with a slippery grip. Uzi let out a muffled squeak, tensing her body and tugging at Lizzy's hair before she realized what was happening. The moment she settled, she noticed the prodding at her lips — Lizzy's request for round two. Uzi granted it, parting her lips and giving Lizzy's tongue entrance, to which their muscles wasted no time in getting right back into their rigorous dance, clashing in their mouths as they swapped spit and groaned against one another.
They did so for a while, much longer than any human would've been capable of thanks to their lack of lungs. That didn't stop them from parting, letting out breathless pants as though they had been deprived of oxygen. They gave themselves a breather, staring into each other's eyes before Lizzy smirked and her eyes twinkled with mischief.
Before Uzi could question it, the cheerleader suddenly pressed her lips against Uzi's jawline, making her frame shudder with pleasure. One kiss turned into two, trailing along Uzi's jaw, down to her neck. Uzi instinctively tilted her head up, giving Lizzy better access to her skin, which she kissed and occasionally nipped at.
"L– Lizzy—" Uzi whined as her hands clutched Lizzy's head, keeping her in place.
Lizzy continued to ravage Uzi with kisses and gentle nips, moving from her neck, to her shoulders, eventually down to her chest. She kissed around Uzi's core, each second of contact sending shocks of electricity through Uzi's circuits, lighting them ablaze and igniting a fire in her. It started as mere embers, faint sparks of what could be. The moment Lizzy's lips met the plexiglass cover of her core was the moment those sparks turned into a raging fire, sending signals to Uzi's processor as she let out a pleased groan and clutched Lizzy's hair. Her hips involuntarily bucked upward, ramming into Lizzy's leg and heightening the pleasure in Uzi's system.
"D'aww," Lizzy cooed as she slipped out of Uzi's wet grasp and wiped away some water that had trickled down her visor. "Is baby bat all pent up?" she inquired as she placed her hand on Uzi's chest, slowly trailing her fingers down Uzi's chassis.
Uzi unapologetically nodded her head once, whining when Lizzy's hand brushed past her core.
"Use your words, baby," Lizzy purred. Her hand went down to Uzi's stomach, gliding against the moist rubber surface.
Uzi whined again, biting down on her lip and bucking her hips upward again. "Y– yes," her voicebox stuttered.
Lizzy smirked, and her hand grazed against Uzi's crotch, rubbing the sensitive plating with tenderness.
"We can't have that, can we?" she cooed, prompting Uzi to shake her head.
Lizzy groped Uzi's sensitive crotch, making the shorter drone whine louder and dig the tips of her fingers into Lizzy's scalp. She tried bucking her hips upward again, but was blocked by Lizzy's hand.
"We'll fix that," Lizzy purred. "Can you open up for me baby bat?"
Uzi nodded and obliged, opening the hatch in her hips and freeing the eager, purple appendage from its confines. A "gift" from the solver, instilling... less than savory urges into Uzi's skull. It was like the sensations she had during her hormonal teenage years were ramped up to an eleven, driving her crazy. She was just glad Lizzy was so willing to help.
One hand gingerly wrapped around Uzi's throbbing appendage, stroking the slick, organic surface and drawing an admittedly high pitched whine from the goth. She pressed her back against the slippery tiles of the shower and silently grit her teeth. Lizzy's hand glided from the base of Uzi's girth, to the tip, collecting a string of sticky residue that briefly clung to her palm before being washed away by the hot water.
"So eager," Lizzy cooed before meeting Uzi's gaze. "Switch with me, baby," she instructed.
Uzi obliged without hesitation, swapping their position and pinning Lizzy to the wall with lustful aggression, as though something inside of her had snapped. She pressed her hips against Lizzy's leg, grinding her throbbing shaft against it and leaving behind more of the sticky fluid it secreted. Water trickled down her face and back as she bared her fangs and let a low growl rumble in her chest, making Lizzy blush.
"Very eager~" Lizzy playfully teased and cupped Uzi's wet cheeks, wiping away some droplets of water that stuck to her display.
After a brief pause, a short-lived moment of listening the sounds of the shower, Lizzy opened her own hatch, freeing her glistening slit, dripping with arousal and desire. The warm water dripped down onto it, making her body shudder slightly.
"Do your thing, baby," she rasped into Uzi's audials. "Use me up."
Uzi trembled, creasing her grinding and grasping Lizzy's thigh, lifting it up to give herself a better opening to her slit. She glanced down, admiring the beauty of it before her shaft throbbed again, reminding her of her arousal. Her free hand grasped her appendage, lining the writhing, oozing tip up with the silicone entrance. In only a few seconds, Uzi penetrated Lizzy, driving her girth deep into the cheerleader's exhaust with a sharp grunt, eliciting a low, quiet moan from the other drone. Uzi leaned forward, pressing her body against Lizzy's — and by extension, Lizzy's body against the cold shower wall — and rested her head on her shoulder.
She pulled shortly after, leaving the tip to rest in Lizzy's warm, wet insides before she thrust back in, slamming the tip against Lizzy's deepest reaches. Lizzy moaned again, louder, while her frame rattled.
"Oh~ r– right there—" she breathlessly groaned.
Uzi huffed, pulling out and thrusting in again, repeating the action and decreasing the amount of time in between with each thrust. She got into a rhythm, slapping her knot against Lizzy's hips with a near hypnotic frequency, grunting and panting softly into Lizzy's audials as she did so. Lizzy would involuntarily flinch each time Uzi's knot made contact with her, letting out quiet whimpers and moans.
"You're— so tight—" Uzi lustfully growled. "It feels— so good..."
Lizzy's walls hugged her extra sized girth, snuggly wrapping it in hot, wet silicone. Sometimes, as she thrusted, her walls would contract, hugging Uzi tighter than before as if trying to milk her of her source code. It was nothing short of pleasant, sending waves of heat through Uzi's body and satiating the urges that lurked deep within her processor.
"Robo-God, Uzi—" Lizzy breathlessly groaned against Uzi's bare, wet skin. Her hands caressed Uzi's back, her digits dipped into the large indents in her shell — scars from where her wings burst forth.
Uzi shivered at the sensation of Lizzy's fingers grazing her scars, as if a chill had run down her metal spine. The indents were sensitive, her shell thin within them, allowing much closer contact to her wires that lay beneath the surface, sending electrical signals through Uzi's circuits. Paired with the kisses against her jaw and neck, the fire inside of Uzi was stoked, growing hotter by the second. She whimpered as Lizzy assaulted her skin, squeezing the cheerleader's metal thigh and clawing at her back.
While the two went at it, hot water poured down onto their waterproof skin, and steam began to build in the shower, fogging up the layer of glass that encased them, along with their facial displays. The shower head hissed loudly, blending nicely with the sound of the water droplets assaulting the drones, and the low groans and moans that escaped their voice boxes. Uzi would whine occasionally, primarily drawn out by playful nips against her skin or from Lizzy digging into her scars.
"Uzi..." Lizzy groaned, exhaling against Uzi's shell. "You— ah~! f– feel amazing," she purred before kissing Uzi's cheek. "Y– you know how to— mhhh~ treat a girl—"
Uzi felt Lizzy's hands move from her back, up to her shoulders, and eventually onto her cheeks. Lizzy cupped her face, raising up off her shoulder, forcing Uzi to make eye contact while she gently wiped away the fog that had accumulated on the goth's display. Uzi couldn't fight off the previously obscured blush or the warmth in her face.
"L– Lizzy—" she whined.
"That's right, babe," Lizzy responded before licking her chops and planting her lips against Uzi's.
Uzi leaned right into the kiss, nibbling on Lizzy's lip with enthusiasm. Lizzy groaned into her mouth, and soon enough, what started as a simple lip lock turned into another deep, sloppy, and passionate make out session, full of muffled moaning and groaning that began to crescendo, swelling in volume until it overpowered the rest of the lustful symphony they had crafted. Uzi's thrusts quickened, while Lizzy's hips rolled and grinded against Uzi's shaft. Her girth rubbed against Lizzy's ribbed exhaust, while the tip began to press against a particularly sensitive spot, full of artificial nerves that sent Lizzy's systems into overdrive.
The cheerleader separated from Uzi, her pastel pink tongue lolling out of her mouth as she breathlessly gasped and bucked her hips as best as she could.
"Oh— fuck—!" she cried, her voice reverberating off the metal walls of the bathroom. "R– right there—! Right there!" she whimpered in an uneven, ragged voice, while her hands grasped Uzi's hair, tugging on her wet purple locks.
Uzi winced softly as her hair was pulled, but a surge of pleasure through her servos drowned out the minor pain. She panted, grasping Lizzy's other thigh with her free hand as she sped up her pace, slamming her girth against the same spot over and over, making Lizzy moan louder and Uzi glad that the walls were soundproof. She panted against Lizzy's skin, making the rocking drone, whose frame clattered again the tile behind her as Uzi shook her up, tremble with satisfaction. She planted her lips on Lizzy's shoulder, pressing firm, sloppy kisses along the cheerleader's skin while also grazing her fangs along it.
While Uzi kissed Lizzy's neck and shoulder, returning the favor Lizzy had bestowed upon her, Lizzy clung to Uzi, one hand in her hair, the other wrapped firmly around her body, stroking her back. Their moist, slight lubricated bodies, having no room between them, clattered together, sliding up and down off each other. Occasionally, their chests would come into contact, connecting the plexiglass casing of their core and sending electrical surges through their circuits. They breathlessly gasped in sync as their arousal only heightened. Uzi's shaft throbbed inside of Lizzy, while Lizzy's walls contracted and squeezed Uzi.
Uzi felt like she was on fire. Lizzy's contractions grew more frequent, like her body was trying to goad Uzi into climaxing sooner, and if that was the case... it was working.
Pressure began to build inside of Uzi, a slow and steady climb as her circuits heated up and her mind hazed over like the mirrors in the bathroom. She thrust more desperately, listening to Lizzy moan and babble her head off.
"Fuck yes~" she'd cry, tightening the knot in Uzi's stomach. "Keep going~!" she'd breathlessly demand, to which Uzi had no qualms with.
Uzi rocked Lizzy harder and harder, spurred on by her cries. She grasped her trembling thighs like handle bars, squeezing the metal plating with a nice, firm grip. Lizzy howled while Uzi sucked on her skin, panting erratically against it. She was growing hotter.
"Babe— hah~ I'm gonna— cum~!" Lizzy howled, giving Uzi only a moments notice before she moaned and her exhaust constricted around Uzi's girth, while a rush of warm liquid spurted out onto Uzi's hips, appendage, and thighs.
Lizzy's legs trembled in the aftermath of her climax. She clung to Uzi for dear life, hanging limp as the goth continued to rock her. Uzi's mind felt like static had begun to invade, her limbs burned and tingled, and her circuits were assaulted with a rush of pleasure, spurred on by the sudden intense contraction from the cheerleader. Though the newly tightened walls constricted Uzi's shaft to the point that it made thrusting somewhat difficult, Uzi remained unbothered, blindly chasing her own high. Lizzy, who was lazily resting against her shoulder and breathing heavily, carded her fingers through Uzi's wet hair, breathlessly whispering dirty thoughts into her audials. Uzi's body grew desperate, demanding release. Her shaft ached, oozing with layers of thick, sticky pre-code that stuck to Lizzy's insides and caked them up.
"L– Lizzy—" Uzi panted.
Her mind was numb. Her thrusts grew shallow and wild, a desperate, repetitive motion that sent her knot slamming against Lizzy's wet silicone slit. The burning got worse, her shaft ached terribly. She let out a high whine, trying so hard to get her knot inside of Lizzy.
"I'm— please— let me codeshare with you—" she whined, demanding entrance.
Lizzy kissed the side of her head and stroked her hair. "Do it," she rasped into Uzi's audials.
Uzi whimpered, desperate to quench the burning desire inside of her. She thrust, and thrust, and thrust, pushing her knot a little harder each time until finally, it went in. Lizzy tensed at the sudden stretch, feeling Uzi's knot swell and lock in place, tethering them together as Uzi finally climaxed. She roared, squeezing Lizzy's legs while her girth twitched and shot out ropes of her hot code, bathing Lizzy's insides in a bath of translucent white. Uzi panted, drowning in static and a blissful numbness that made her limbs tingle terribly. She leaned forward, pressing her body weight against Lizzy and placing on hand against the shower wall. The other kept Lizzy's leg up, allowing Uzi to comfortably stay knotted to the cheerleader.
While Uzi came down from her climax, Lizzy reached out and turned the water off, ending their seemingly eternal shower and leaving them to face the harsh cold of Copper-9. She pressed another kiss against Uzi's cheek, gently massaging her face and wiping away the steam that built on her display once again.
"How... was that...?" Uzi breathlessly inquired as her purple eyes locked with Lizzy's.
Lizzy smiled. "Perfect, baby bat," she replied.
Uzi weakly smiled back and pressed her non-existent nose against Lizzy's, nuzzling the cheerleader's face. "I wasn't too rough?" she asked softly.
"No," Lizzy softly replied. "You did great."
Uzi chittered softly and buried her face in the crook of Lizzy's neck as the cheerleader carder her hands through her hair. She began to purr, an involuntary sound that escaped her when Lizzy gently scratched her artificial scalp. For a while — a few minutes at most — they sat in silence, stuck together and slightly damp from the previously running water. The only sound was that of Uzi's admittedly noisy purring, the thrumming of both drones cores, and the low groaning from the old, mostly unused pipes, lurking behind the steel walls and floors. It wasn't until Lizzy spoke up that the silence finally dispelled.
"Uzi?"
Uzi let out a low, exhausted hum in response to her name being uttered.
"I had a lot of fun, baby, so don't take this the wrong way, but..." Lizzy trailed off and squirmed slightly in Uzi's grasp.
Uzi raised a digital eyebrow on her display. "But...?" she curiously echoed, feeling a twang of panic strike her core.
"...maybe you shouldn't knot me in the shower anymore."
Her panic was dispelled in a heartbeat. She glanced down, noticing Lizzy's trembling legs and realizing her own exhaustion had begun to creep in. Her body felt tired, drained from such a session, and there was no doubt Lizzy felt the same, and that's not even mentioning the uncomfortable, biting chill that began to set in as the water that stuck to them froze over. Unfortunately, as long as Uzi's knot tethered them together, their movement was limited, leaving them stuck upright until Uzi calmed down enough to unhook herself from the cheerleader. It was... a predicament, to say the least.
Uzi couldn't help but sheepishly nod in agreement. "Yeaahh," she drawled. "Maybe I'll just pull out next time..." she said, earning a light-hearted laugh from her lover, and a peck on the cheek.
Uzi blushed, the vibrant violet glow coming from her display lit up the wall she was facing. If her tail was out, it's definitely be wagging.
"Love you, baby bat," Lizzy purred.
Uzi nuzzled up against her. "Love you too," she warmly replied.
