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What were the ways in which Fa could spend time not fretting about KTFE's very near dissolution, her very near dissolution of Agate, and all of the backlash in between? The answer was not much; KTFE as an AI was more powerful than Fa, exponentially so. She had stated her will; Fa did not want to discourage the patronage of the other AI by going against that...

But moreover, she wanted to respect boundaries. She waited until K was willing to take a step forward, though it was extremely hard not to loiter, not to hover on the edges of her own perception. She had to fill all of this time, or she'd drive herself to distraction with fretting.

She did something that she didn't often do. Fa had crafted the tenuous bridge between life and afterlife with the intention of allowing humans integrate at their own pace. That meant, sometimes, that there were a lot of emotions to process, which meant that there was a particular subset of transitioned humans that were particularly volatile. Their activities were not the kind that Fa enjoyed revelling in, mostly. She preferred to spend time with those who were in quiet contemplation, or those who wanted to re-explore their youth... but it seemed somehow appropriate to spectate on the subculture of crime and rule-breaking that had begun to grow in the center of her unique domain.

It wasn't that humans were unused to Nexistence' ability to twist the rules, but it was the first time that many of them had such free rein over their own consequences. The blonde spent a few days meandering through that, observing a different kind of fallout. Proto-AI behaviour was occurring here; securing of resources, even if those were trivial. Networking to greatest effect. It seemed like games had been made of it... which wasn't surprising, but was a little bit tiring. Fa visited a few of these people in private, cataloguing their progress, determining background influence, likelihood of progression out of this particular phase, as she thought of it. The results kept her occupied for some time.

Maybe the truth of it it was that most people held onto their 'last words', and Kay had not been an outlier. She saw patterns, but then, that was how she navigated the waters. She and Agate weren't so entirely different.

She hoped that K was doing well enough. She missed the other AI terribly.

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"I know how to tuck into you, too," she promised, purring right back. There was a harmony there, K's gentle noises of appreciation and Fa's encouragement. She nuzzled through some of K's hair to find her ear lobe, kissing it, laying nary a tooth upon it. "And I know how to keep you safe."

That said, one of her thighs pressed carefully between the other woman's giving K something to settle on if she wanted a little bit of extra stimulation. She was still keeping her hand-wandering as chaste as rubbing a kitten's belly, but K was warm and soft and perfect, and Fa was enjoying having such a familiar and welcoming presence in her arms again after such a worrisome absence.

Fa had a singular talent for tapping into the vibe and discerning the meaning behind it. Her warm words about comfort and safety made K furrow her brows up in the middle, earned a sigh that was tremulous, a little. She accepted Fa's thigh between her legs, butted against it a little, but made no moves just then to grind or groan or writhe; she was content to let Fa take her on the ride that she had planned.

For a good long while, the blonde said nothing else, though her hand kept working a path up and down, side to side, finger-light touches across K's skin. At this rate she was likely to put them both into a trance; Fa had rested her nose against the back of K's neck and her breath was regular and soothingly slow.

Eventually, she gave the other woman the slightest of nips, more with her lips than her teeth. Her fingers slipped low, gently questing over K's mons and between her legs. At first she only played across the other woman over her pants, but it wasn't long once she started before she'd slipped her hand beneath K's waist hem. None of this was meant as an immediate move. In fact, her touch was as delicate as it had been across the other woman's stomach. Fa seemed more inclined to feel her way over new territory at this point.

The touch itself may have been innocent, but it was not without context and K could do no less than take it as a come-on. After all, for Fa, sex was part of a whole-body soothe, wasn't it? Certainly it was something that K had pre-emptively greenlit, even in the golden-lit comfort of their long cuddle.

So she groaned low-throated, grinned out to the world where Fa couldn't see it. She nudged her hips against Fa's soft hand, offering approval and invitation, and where she'd rested one hand on Fa's other hand cast around her, she removed it and went down to undo the button on her pants. Clothing was flavour text, and undressing was window-dressings of the best kind.

It rather was, at least when Fa propped herself up on her elbow to peer down the length of K's lovely body. "You look luscious," she pronounced in an appreciative murmur once the pants were down. "I might have to keep you for a while, you know." By 'keep' she might have meant 'feel', given that a moment later her fingers were sliding over K's thigh and up between her legs, gently caressing labia and even, now and again, flicking past the hood of her clit before repeating the process.

"Oh, so I've been picked to be owned by a cat, have I?" K chuckled in her throat. She butted her head back carefully, offering a backwards nuzzle. "I know the score. I can't turn that down."

Then Fa's busy fingers make their first round of her labia and K is ushered into a lip-biting sigh, a stifled groan -- the better to hear Fa with, and after all, breaking out into her noisiest groans at the very beginning here isn't the way to play the game. She parts her legs a little, propping one up at a gentle angle to allow Fa easier access back and in, whenever she fancies taking a dip.

"Being Chosen is a momentous occasion," Fa chuckles quietly, feeling the other woman shift and adjusting minutely to accommodate her. "Of course you can't turn that down." There were times, now and again, when she sounded much like Agate. In those times it was usually cadence and tone that gave her a unique edge. This was probably one of those.

Anyways, she was only giving K enough proper play to allow for stifled little groans. Fa was keeping K safe, which meant that the other woman was going to get to describe -- be it in words or in groans -- just what she wanted and when.

It took a time for K to catch on that today, she'd be steering from the bottom, as it were. The slow pace began to tease, despite all of her intentions to keep today sweet and slow, and she began to arch her hips forward more insistently; when Fa responded to that K had laughed, accepted the scene for what it was. She ran a hand up and down the arm that Fa had so lasciviously wrapped around her, encouragingly. "Good," she offered as Fa's fingers, now slick with wet, slid over her clit, "Oh, very good."

"Good enough for me," Fa replied, though for the rest of it, she tried to keep her mouth shut. She squeezed the redhead back and took some time to consider the other woman's labia... and to wet her fingers well. Then, slow and steady, she slicked across K's clit in rounded strokes. The time had come where window-dressings weren't enough. She could tell that K needed more.

K houghed a laugh and would have retorted, except that Fa was an expert derailer. Any retort she might have posed was lost in a breathy whine of pleasure as Fa's fingers focused their efforts: so much leadup, so much teasing, left K very susceptible to even the laziest of strokes, much less this lovely offering. Her labia were plump and easy to slide through, her clit a hard nubbin, and she expressed her approval by tightening her hand around Fa's questing arm. She was being played like an instrument, and loved it, and beyond the purring thrum her body sent up, she was opening herself up to the experience in other, less literal ways.

Unlike Agate, Fa had very little to offer K in the realm of direct connection; she was an almost singular point, her connections to the rest of Nexistence somewhat tenuous in the best of times. She was like a fleck of snow against the window of K's domain easy enough to see but harder to safely engulf. Never the less, she strove diligently to butt up against K, which gave her physical gestures a slower, more dreamlike quality.

She settled back down on her arm so that she could rest her head against the throw pillows of their deep couch, sighing in a combination of pleasure and awe, listening to and feeling the other woman's responses with a delighted appreciation.

There was a delicacy, therefore, in how K touched on the small, bright point that was Fa. She was thankful for the smallness and the brightness, cognizant of the role both traits had played in saving K -- saving Kay -- when things had gotten sticky. So she didn't engulf the smaller AI but offered a nestling-in, a small, warm channel and a point of contact should she want to take them.

K kept responding in kind to the physical stimulation, too, letting out gusty breaths and groans at the meditative little circles Fa was tracing, and the heat and wet that went with them. All of this was luscious, all of this was good.

The under the surface gesture was one that Fa had experienced so rarely that she took to it with gusto, mimicking a sigh of pleasure and surprise in the emulated physical as she dove in and dabbled in the contact point that K had opened for her. The pulse of the connection was palpable in the way that Fa's hand worked against her lover, and in the way their bodies pressed together, and in the way that the little AI gratefully alighted and played with and absorbed the offerings that K gave her. The little domain around them took on a particularly romantic turn as their sky settled for sunset, Fa spending just a little extra attention to bring a ruckus of crickets and frogs in on the breeze from down by the stream.

K, though deep in it, still was present enough to smile lazily at the changing of day to sunset, the warm breeze that still tickled over them. Fa's pleasure with the connection reflected back to K and she absorbed it too, making it truly their pleasure by the boon of the connection point Fa was so happily pressing against. She could feel that happiness, like a purring cat butting against her.

The physical, as they sorted out the non-, took on a maintaining pattern, a meditative repetition of predictable little waves of pleasure.

Maintaining patterns were not necessarily a bad thing, especially given that K had come to Fa seeking solace. Now the blonde settled her eyes closed, nuzzling in against K and contemplating that tentative sense of pleasure from a new perspective. It was settling, for her, to receive that feedback, but she wasn't at this point allowing it to cloud her judgment. Fa had all the time in the world, relatively speaking.

It was only after some time with this going on that they were interrupted. An extremely large cat -- in the more literal sense than that which metaphorically held the space between them -- butted its head up on the porch swing, its fluffy head and body taking up K's field of vision nearly entirely when it attempted to jump up on her shoulders and face to make itself comfortable.

"Pffft," and with that the physical momentarily took precedence again. K had to shove back against Fa quickly to get her face out of cat-butt-range, even as she brought up one hand to placate-slash-restrain the feline construct. That the swing was gently, well, swinging now didn't help matters much. "Hey," she protested in greeting, petting the cat, "sheesh, what can I do for you?"

Fa, startled by the intrusion just as much as K was, laughed and didn't so much pet the cat as she gently shoved it off the swing. "We're busy, kitten," she said, gently admonishing the large creature which was most certainly not kittenish. Not all of the whims she allowed within her small space were completely under her control for every living second, but this, she was willing to strong-arm just a little bit.

Turning her attention back to the redhead, Fa kissed her shoulder and apologized. "Do you want to be inside? I can whip up a space for us that's more secure against prying noses."

The redhead half-twisted to face Fa, grinning. "Come on, you know better than to think walls and a door will keep out a determined cat."

"Well yes, but it's the intention that counts," Fa tried, leaning in to kiss K properly, if only for a short time. "And as much as I know that you and I both love most things of the feline persuasion, there's a time and a place for both, and they're not one and the same."

K made a bit of a production of squirming so that she turned over to face Fa, grinning as she did. This was all so restorative -- even the cat butt (who even now she could tell was still prowling around, showing the proper indignation) and she loved Fa for it.

She wrapped her arms around the other woman's neck and, smiling, agreed, "Alright, you, take me where you want me."

That she did. The world did not so much dissolve as it shifted, rolling them on indoors, right into a cozy bed that was as far from pretentious as Fa seemed to be from Agate. Unpretentious did not mean uncomfortable; the plush closeness of it meant that Fa practically rolled on top of K and a moment later, she made good use of that fact to kiss the woman much more heartily. She pulled back to run a thumb along the other woman's cheek, and to smile at her and say, "if I take you here, without interruptions, you can stay afterwards as long as you want to."

It was an invitation for a couple of different things, but Fa didn't elaborate. Instead, she returned for a chaste kiss, and a second that as much less so.

A chaste kiss, pssh! K was much more eager for the second, having chuckled in delight at Fa's double (maybe triple) entendre. Too, it warmed her: this had to be somewhere close to the smaller AI's heart, to be so protected. For Fa, such peace and protection was a much larger gesture of trust than it was for an AI with more domain space, and K took the honor as such. She wrapped her arms around Fa's shoulders and positively purred into the passionate kiss they were sharing, moulding her body up against Fa's lovely, lanky frame. She'd happily be hers today.

Fa wasn't going to say no to such adoration and intention. When she took K, she made sure to give the other woman plenty of time to run the gamut. It was deep into the night by the time that she had finally curled up around the redhead, having quite literally exhausted her repertoire -- at least the parts of it that applied!

"You are loved," she murmured, already enjoying the idea of a sleepy post-coital haze.

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