Daniel stormed down the stairs booming with thunder and roars contained behind the damp and pink synthskin stretched over his finely sculpted cheekbones.

"Oh, hi, didn't know you two were back yet."

He shuffled past us behind the sofa with his head down and went into the kitchen

My heart sank, and Rex got up from the couch. For what reason, I don't know. I don't think he knew either. It was just a reaction. Like all of life. A reaction.

I got up from the sofa as well and made my way to the kitchen because I wanted another glass of wine. If I wasn't going to be the perfect wife in the eyes of my husband today, I could at least get suitably sloshed and enjoy the company of my Synthetic.

Rex put a firm hold on my elbow before I could get away and said into my ear, "We'll talk about this later. I'll be in my office."

I wiggled out of his hold and looked into his eyes. They still held kindness and concern for me within them. The love I saw in them was starting to get too controlling for my liking, though. I painted on a smile, smoothed my skirt with my hands and gave him a kiss on the cheek before he left my side.

"So, babe, what'll it be?"

Daniel had a bottle of red and a chilled bottle of white out on our marble counter top.

"Sticking with white, Daniel. Thank you."

Like the mostly obedient android he was, he poured me a glass and then put the kettle on for his hot water. Some Synthetics preferred cold water, others hot. Daniel preferred hot. He loved everything hot.

"Are you and Rex all right?"

"Not really. But that's not for you to worry about."

I cozied up behind him with my wine glass in one hand and my other on his abdomen.

"Last night was magical, Daniel. I missed you so much. I had no idea how much I missed you."

He turned around and held my face in his hands. "Why are you acting as if your whole world is going to fall around you?"

With unerring perception he could unravel me like no other, like nothing else could or ever would. I was sure of this.

His eyes scanned over my lunch attire. I had unbuttoned another one of the buttons to my blouse on the way home because the afternoon sun was dizzying. The kettle whistled right as he was about to slip his hand up the side of my skirt. He swiftly clicked the burner off behind him and grabbed me close.

"That can wait."

"Yes, it can."

Kissing a Synthetic was unlike anything I or anyone else had ever experienced on Earth. Their lips were charged with hormones and surprised you with every push and pull.

His mouth might feel cool at first and then it would warm up again, and then get cool, over and over, to rapturous degrees. A word did not exist for the heights of pleasure a Synthetic could bring you to.

When the Neo-Classic authors spoke of 'feels' they did not know how a Synthetic's kiss would drag them through fire, up to the top of ice capped mountains and then do it all over again with the speed and crushing swell of a waterfall on your bare skin.

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I felt inspired today.
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