Cyberpunk | SCIFI | Romance
Warm 1: Part 2
Crash and Marianna speak about the comforts of control.
Crash has found a new home with the Agency.
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On the lift, Crash leaned against the wall. She stared at Marianna who seemed dead but walking. Her perfect feminine form teased him through the cloak Belcher hung over her lithe body. Her skin was a perfect shade and soft as a babe’s. There was not a single imperfection, mole, or scar visible in any spectrum, and Crash used them all. He could the milky liquids moving under bioskin, and the pressure valves that kept them moving to release, and contract. Her hair was a light purple and pulled back in a ponytail. Her eyes were a shiny black. Her makeup matched her hair color, but her lips were a darker purple.
