Chapter Twenty-Two - Lazy Pillow Talk

Chapter Twenty-Two - Lazy Pillow Talk

Chapter Twenty-Two - Lazy Pillow Talk

"Just because a Samurai has an impossibly powerful AI at their beck and call does not mean that the impossibly powerful AI is there to do the Samurai's bidding.

They're kind of smart enough to not care about little human issues."

--Three Swipes, 2034

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So, as it turned out, having whole new nerves made sexy-time with Lucy a whole lot more... intense than usual.

Which might have explained why I woke up to find Lucy sitting up against the top of the bed, looking impossibly smug even though her hair was a mess and her new fluffy pyjamas were stretched out. "Good morning," Lucy said. "Or should I say 'oh god oh god' morning?"

"Stooooop," I whined as I turned over and buried my face into Lucy's stomach. The pyjamas really were sinfully soft. Maybe the new skin helped with that too, or the nerves. In either case, I never said no to the opportunity to rub up against Lucy.Yôur favorite stories at novelhall.com

"Do you have a long day planned today?" Lucy asked.

"No, I'm staying in bed all day," I said. "And tomorrow too, and the day after. In fact, I'm just not leaving."

I can see that quickly growing unsanitary.

"Shush, Myalis, you're a key part of this plan," I said.

Lucy giggled, which made her abs bounce. Her hand alighted on my head and she started to comb her fingers through my hair. "I don't think we can stay in bed forever. What will we do for food?"

"Order out," I said. "It's easy. The kittens can carry it to us."

Lucy hummed. "Okay, and exercise? We're going to grow all weak if we stay in bed all day."

I turned my head so that I could meet her eyes. "I can think of one or two ways to do cardio in bed," I murmured.

Lucy laughed and poked my cheek. "Silly. What about the washroom?"

I groaned. "Diapers?"

"Ew, Cat, that's gross," Lucy said.

I'm assuming some elaborate system of catheters and a cocktail of medication is unfavourable?

"Oh, no, that's... Myalis, you're ruining my plans," I said as I spun over. Now my head was on Lucy's lap. The bed was so big that my feet weren't even over the edge even though I was parallel to Lucy on it.

Good. I don't want a lazy Vanguard.

"Is Myalis being a bully?" Lucy asked.

Tell her the truth.

Alright, new plan!

But first, food. Lucy was already cooking things in the kitchen, humming a happy little tune and shaking her hips from side to side while pre-made omelette mix fried and popped in a pan on the stove. I watched her hips swaying, and the little tail on her pyjamas bounced from side to side for a while before I came up behind her and gave her a hug. "Hungry," I said.

"You are so whiny today," she said as she tilted her head back to give me a kiss.

"I'm suffering from success," I said. "It's unbelievably hard."

"I bet," she said. "Now scooch, and grab a plate, this is almost done."

I grabbed a bowl instead, the superior food receptacle, and gladly accepted the omelette Lucy rolled into the bowl. I poured an unhealthy amount of ketchup on top of it all before digging in.

"Plans for the day?" Lucy asked. She sat across from me and I was momentarily distracted by the zipper on the front of her pyjamas being very open.

"Yeah, a few things to look into. The clinic downstairs, the sewer situation. Shit that needs to be watched before it falls apart."

"Oh, don't forget the imminent end of the world," Lucy said. "With that Phobos rock."

"Oh yeah, that too," I agreed. I hoped that someone had come up with a plan for that already. It kind of felt like it was big enough that it was a problem way out of my jurisdiction. I finished shovelling food into my mouth, then wiped my face clean. "I'm gonna get dressed," I said. "Then... I think I might bully Racoon into coming with? That girl needs a good influence in her life."

"And that's you?" Lucy asked teasingly.

"I came out alright." I said with a grin.

Of course, as I went to get dressed, I discovered the skinsuit I'd left in the bathroom, still full of... me. That wasn't going to cut it. Sure, I could clean it, but nothing short of Delilah going at it with her flamethrower would leave that clean enough for me.

"Hey, I bought a blueprint for skintight armour, right?" I asked.

You did. Specifically for Racoon to armour herself.

Right. There'd been some vague plan to make okay-enough armour available for anyone that might need it. "Well, might as well check in on that printer after all. I don't think I ever had to use it myself, now that I think about it."

Rac was still in the printer room when I came in. She blinked and stared at me, then nodded. "Hi," she said.

"Hey," I replied. "I need a new set of armour. Are you using the machine?"

"I'm... not? I was going to make bullets, but that can wait. Are you just wearing a t-shirt?"

"I slept in it," I said.

"It's past noon."

"I had a long night?"

Maybe convincing Rac that I was put-together enough to serve as a good influence was going to be harder than I had initially expected.

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