It's been so long since she's known touch of any kind beyond a casual handshake or hug. Even back on the Porter Earth, she hadn't taken the step of being close with someone, needing to find a partner she trusted enough to let her guard down like that. But it's easy with Knock Out, who she already trusts with her life — why not this too?

The first time they'd done this, she'd already been in a right state because of him (inadvertently, of course). And it's because of him again that her breath hitches and her heart rate skyrockets, his closeness and those gentle almost bites setting off sparks for more reason than one. His mouth feels strange but so familiar, his warmth sinking into her skin. She knows what it should feel like, she's got more than enough stolen memories to fill in the many gaps of her own inexperience, but no other parts of her life follow the normal pattern of human existence. Why should this be any different? Sex with a giant alien robot is just weird enough to make perfect sense for her.

Her breath comes in small pants as he pulls back and her hands hold onto him to make sure he doesn't go too far. "It's not a terrible place for it," she counters, her fingers pressing a little more firmly against him. He'll learn pretty quickly, if he hasn't already, that it doesn't take much to get her all worked up.