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Sidney wasn't the best at electronics and repairs, but she wasn't the worst, either. That was kind of her entire thing. She had more experience in those skills than Auma, and when it came to the Whitneys, Auma — while determined to learn and be able to do it all herself eventually — was not going to be relying on anyone who could have any relation with the old guard of Handy Annie or Living Doll.
So while Auma got up to speed, Sidney was on speed dial.
It meant that they spent more time together in those early malton units after the Whitneys came under Auma’s wing, and Sidney certainly wasn’t complaining about that. Sidney desperately wanted to know more about the woman that had helped shape her; not in the circuits and wires, but in concept and personality. And the woman that Margaret had known and felt like she could trust to reach out to about Sidney.
(Sure. It had a rough patch in the middle there. But her heart seemed in the right place.)
And the opportunity to give some care to the Whitneys who were figuring out what it meant to be an android of your own rather than following the directive of a shitty corporation? Well, that was also on the positive side, in her opinion.
“This was just a little loose, I think,” she said to Whitney — Five, she’d been told. It twisted her a little that they’d adopted numbers like the Barry Battalion had, but none of them were wanting to drop the name Whitney, so numbers it was. “If you run into it again, you can just remove that panel like I showed you and if you’re worried about tightening it yourself cause you think you’ll short yourself out, Auma or one of the other Whits can sort ya right out. You’ll be right as rain.”
Whitney Five waved her fingers experimentally, and nodded. “I didn’t think it was anything serious, but Auma said no, we call Sid right away,” she said, the twang in her voice much more pronounced than Sid’s. She couldn’t even remember if she had once sounded like that, or if Whitney’s voice had just always been programmed as richer in that way. “I appreciate you comin’ when Ms Liu called.”
Sidney followed Whitney Five’s gaze, and made a thoughtful sound.
“Any time any of you need me, I’m here,” she promised. “You had any features you’ve been worrying about? Or feelings now you don’t have to follow those orders from Handy Andi?”
Auma watched on as Sidney chatted with Whitney Five, an easy smile on her face as she closed up the arm plate she’d been working under. The keeper of souls of her line, and the protector of another, it filled her with a pride she couldn’t put into words.
Sidney's eyes flicked up to Auma, and she smiled a sort of smile that always made Auma’s insides feel like they were doing little flips. Auma supposed she was a pleasure droid, but she wasn't sure a pleasure droid was meant to make you feel like you were being flirted with, as opposed to actively being pleasured...
But after all, Sidney could do anything.
Sidney hummed a little under her breath and kissed Whitney Five on the cheek. The action seemed to make Whitney glitch out a little, but after a few ribecs of unfamiliar colours flashing through her eyes, Whitney nodded and roller bladed away.
Sid sighed and haphazardly jammed the tools back into a bag. She'd have to get some of these back to Mori and Gunnie. She wasn't the best for the job, and she really needed to rely on them for some of the tools she needed. But Auma trusted her, had asked for her, and that made her thrum a little inside.
She made her way over to where Auma had been watching. “You catch all of that? Or I can show you again on me, that part of their design is identical in my arm.”
Auma paused for a moment and tilted her head to the side.
“Why don't you show me again?” she asked, and there was a look on her eyes that Sidney was more used to seeing in people on the Wurst than her creator. Her mommy, as had been what she was pretty sure what Margaret thought was a joke, but she had been awfully serious about.
She nodded, pulling the tools back out and moving back through the motions of unlocking and removing her own upper arm plate with the help of Handy Annie. Auma’s eyes stayed locked on as she ran quickly through the circuitry that she’d seen was the problem for Whitney Five. She’d only seen one person be that interested in her circuits before — most of the crew certainly didn’t have a problem with her being an android, and they were happy enough to do what they needed to make sure she ran fine and got the repairs she needed — but not many of them were actually particularly interested in her inner workings.
Sid finished off her explanation and waited until Auma pulled her gaze away from the exposed wires and metallic and electronic inner workings. She looked up at Sid with a slightly far-away smile and nodded.
“I got it now,” she said.
Sidney ran her tongue over bottom lip slowly, considering her next move.
“Any questions though? Seems like to solder in the Whitneys might not be great, so it might come up a bit more than you’d like to see,” she said, buying herself time. She was trying desperately not to read things into interactions that she shouldn’t have been.
“…I don’t think so. You’ve said I can always call if there’s anything I get lost in, right?” Auma asked, fiddling with the hem of her sleeve.
“You can,” Sidney confirmed. “Y’know I wanna do best by Whitneys. And by you… mommy.”
She saw the way her heart rate spiked at that. Well, if this was the way it was gonna go, Sidney certainly had no complaints.
“You’re a good sister to them,” Auma breathed, looking decidedly away from either Sidney’s face or her still-exposed wiring under her arm plate.
Sidney made another thoughtful sound, and pressed closer, resting her hand on Auma’s forearm and enjoying the immediate goosebumps that raised there at the relatively innocent touch.
“I’ve always been curious about when you wanted to come up with an android like me,” she said softly, resting her head on Auma’s shoulder and hiding her smile at the way that Auma was reacting so easily. “Was it just believing in android rights? Or did you have in mind you might be able to use a Sundry Sidney of your very own?”
Auma swallowed, hard.
“Can't two things be true?” she mumbled.
“Sure,” Sidney said easily. “But which are you thinking about now?”
Auma didn’t answer, a dark colour settling across her cheeks with each word that Sidney said. Sidney rubbed her cheek against her shoulder and pressed her lips into the skin gently.
“D’you need to see a bit more to decide? See if I compare to what you pitched,” Sidney asked, breathing into her neck.
“You do,” Auma said immediately, turning towards her and taking her face in her hands. “You're better than I could have ever dreamed of, Sid.”
Sidney melted into her touch, looking up at her humanoid eye wide. It was a bit of fun, finding the buttons to press in a new person when she knew that Auma would be able to hit what she was looking for.
“But you haven't seen most of what I can do,” she pointed out, wheedling, turning her head to press kisses to Auma’s wrist. “Can't I show you how good I can be?”
Auma made a soft, broken sound as the last of her resolve crumbled away. “Void,” she said softly, her hand trailing from her face, down her shoulder to dip into and brush over the exposed circuitry. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”
Given free rein, Sidney made a delighted sound, and kissed her, tugging quiet breaths from between her lips. She pressed Auma back, hands brushing over each other’s bodies as they learned the curves and valleys of each other. Sidney tugged off Auma’s dress in one easy movement over her head, and was delighted by the expanses of skin open to her as a result; she could have spent marbecs exploring with her mouth and fingers, but before too long of mouthing at her nipples in turn, Auma cried out, pressing her shoulders back gently and grabbed at the hem of her shirt.
“Let me see you?” Auma tugged at her shirt to pull it off over her head. Sidney arched towards her, pressing her breasts into Auma’s hands, and she made a happy sound as she kneaded at the synthetic flesh. Sidney let her head tip back, enjoying the attention and touch, starting to squirm underneath it all.
“Mother Void, you’re so good for me,” Auma breathed out. “I want to see how pretty you are when you come, Sidney. Can you show me that?”
Sidney whimpered quietly and nodded, slowly. “I wanna be close to you,” she whispered. “Could I sit on your lap, mommy?”
Every time she said it, she could see the twitch in Auma, a string of her self-control snapping. She might get Auma to act on all of that in the future, so she had to put in the ground work now. She watched as Auma nodded, and immediately folded herself down; not truly in Auma’s lap, but straddling her thigh, her soaked lips colliding with Auma’s solid quad.
“You’re doing this to me,” she leaned forward to whisper in Auma’s ear, and was immediately rewarded with a shiver down her spine. Sidney rested her head on her shoulder as she rolled her hips, grinding down shamelessly on her thigh. “And… oh, it feels so nice when I do that.”
“Look good too,” Auma said softly, leaning back and watching her, wide-eyed. “Fuck, Sid, look at you.”
She watched in near-rapture at Sidney kept herself steady with a hand on her shoulder, riding her thigh with slow, easy movements. Auma bit down on her lip, reaching back to circle her nipples with her thumbs and making Sidney shudder with need.
“Harder,” Sidney pleaded, eyes trained on Auma as she kept up her own movements. “Please.”
“How could I say no to that?” Auma pinched down hard on her nipples and Sidney’s fingers dug in hard into her shoulder instinctively. She tipped her skates forward, keeping herself anchored to the floor as she chased her own pleasure. Auma leaned back so she could watch Sidney as she started to fall apart, mouth slack and moaning as her orgasm hit her.
“So pretty,” Auma cooed, rubbing her thumbs around the less-sensitive underside of her breasts as Sidney shuddered through her peak, pressing her forehead against Auma’s shoulder. She took a few deep breaths, mouthing at the skin, until she was able to open her eye and look down, figuring out how to get Auma back after that one.
“Oh, I made a mess,” Sidney said, all faux shocked once she’d taken half a martron to recover. “I better clean it up.”
She fell to her knees between Auma’s legs and went about licking Auma’s thigh clean, sending desperate shudders through her with each lap of her tongue.
“Fuck, Sidney,” Auma muttered, running her fingers through her hair. “How can you be so filthy and so sweet at the same time?”
“It’s how you wanted me, wasn’t it?” she asked, pressing kisses into Auma’s inner thighs. Receiving a noise of assent in return, Sid hooked her fingers through the waistband of Auma’s underwear and pulled them off, sighing contentedly at the way the damp cloth clung to her skin for a few moments before she could work it free.
She leaned in and pressed gentle kisses to her labia, smiling at the little sighs of pleasure that Auma made in response. She didn’t know how Auma liked to be touched, yet, but she let the sounds guide her; spreading her open to drag her tongue over her slick folds and sliding a finger inside of her slowly and happily finding no resistance. Auma urged more attention towards her clit, so Sid happily complied, and added a second finger to rock in and out of her in deep, slow strokes.
“You learn so quick,” she moaned, and Sidney hummed happily, sucking gently at her clit without pushing too hard or too fast.
She kept her eyes up on Auma’s face, watching as she started to get closer and closer to the edge from the gentle but constant movements, pushing and pressing her ever towards the edge. Auma gasped, her breath hitching in her throat as the warmth filled Sidney, knowing she was doing what she had been made for the the woman who had dreamed her up in the first place.
“So beautiful,” Sidney murmured against her, drinking in every moment of attention, of pleasure, as it warmed her through.
She rocked her fingers inside of Auma, keeping the pressure up as she lapped at her clit. She could feel her tense as Auma’s orgasm overtook her body, sending shudders through her entire form. Smiling to herself, she didn't back off like normally she might, to give her lover a break.
Instead, she wrapped her lips around her clit and sucked, urging her ever-upwards. Auma keened, her hips jumping up off of the bed and neck arching.
“Sid — void, Sid, I —” Auma gasped out, high pitched.
“Need you to come again, mommy,” Sidney whispered into her folds, not moving her head from it’s place between her thighs. “Please, I'm being so good for you.”
Auma made a desperate keen, eyes wide and pupils blown as she stared down at Sidney in wonder. Her eyes shifted to the open plate on Sidney’s arm, watching the gears move for Sidney’s fingers to keep on pushing her through into a second orgasm. Her hips churned up against the internal pressure and wet heat around her clit, and her inner thighs twitched over and over again, never given the chance to come down.
And Sidney never took her eyes off of her either, watching as her head tipped back, a look of disbelief on her as the feelings seemed to impossibly coil in her gut once again, pushing towards another orgasm before the first had faded. Sidney kept up the same movements as Auma squirmed and trembled beneath her, until the dam broke, and Auma all but screamed as it hit her, pushed past what she knew she could handle. The unmistakable feeling of self-satisfaction flooded Sidney’s systems and she hummed against Auma, pleased with her achievement.
But once she was there, past what she thought she could manage, the third was actually easier to reach than the second had been. She kept on lapping at Auma’s clit, and Auma didn’t protest or try to push her away this time, seemingly fading into accepting what Sidney was going to give her. She kept her fingers pressed into her g-spot, with the smallest little circles of movement, and pressed her tongue over her clit in easier movements than she’d practised earlier. It took a couple of martrons of those movements before Auma — who had largely fallen completely silent for at least half of that — sobbed, tears falling down her cheeks solidly as a third orgasm in a row hit her.
Finally satisfied that she’d wrung what she could out of Auma, Sidney hummed and eased her through the trembling wracking her entire form, pressing kisses to her inner thighs and hips. When she was happy enough it was the right decision, she slowly slid her fingers free — earning an additional little sob — and licked them clean, before sliding up Auma’s body and pressing kisses to the tears that streaked her cheeks.
“Thank you,” Sidney murmured into her skin and curled up into Auma’s side, waiting for her to be ready to speak again. All she got back immediately was a baffled laugh, but after a couple of martrons of watching her heart rate and other vitals return to normal levels, Auma rolled towards her and looked to her with wonder.
“Why in AnarchEra are you thanking me?” Auma asked, her thumb coming to rub over the articulation in her elbow gently. “You just — you made me come harder than I ever have before.”
Something inside Sidney pulsed at the compliment and she smiled.
“Letting me. Makin’ me. Believing in me in the first place,” Sidney listed off, and Auma breathlessly laughed again, shaking her head.
“Seems like I was just making an android I wanted in my life,” Auma shrugged. “Selfish, really.”
“Two things can be true,” Sid replied, and Auma laughed. “And in terms of that, you might wanna check in on Whit Five. I’m pretty sure she’s pretty sweet on you.”
Auma nearly choked on her own tongue.