“Who the hell?” Monica asked in confusion as she looked at Willow, and before either she or Willow could speak Matt spoke up.

“My Caser malfunctioned while I was playing a VRmmo game, and Willow the Ai companion was accidentally installed into my caser.”  he said, giving her the short and sweet version of it.

“A.I companion? In your caser? Is that even possible?” Monica asked looking at the other woman less hostily and more curiously now.

“Proof is right there,”  he gestured in Willow’s direction. And indeed she was standing right there.

“How do you get her out?”  Monica asked.

“I would have to do a complete caser wipe,”  and Monica grimmised at the thought of the cost of such a procedure. “And I don't really want to do that seeing as that would erase her.”  he said.

Monica looked at him with slightly narrowed eyes, and then shrugged, “oh well, this is what you were worried with?”  she asked, and he nodded, “It's not an issue, so you have a favorite toy, would you get mad at me for having a favorite dildo? Or jealous of the dildo?”  she asked with a relieved laugh.

“I might get a little jealous if you liked it more than me.”  he said, and then paused as her words sunk in, “Wait toy?”  he looked over at Willow who was shaking with rage.

“Oh, I had assumed seeing as you were worried,”  she paused and smiled shyly, “That you have, you know...”

“No we haven't,”  he refuted, and she shrugged.

“Like I said, so you have a favorite toy.”

“She is not a toy.”  he replied back,

“Don't tell me you think A.I are alive?” she asked looking at him, when he didn't answer she shook her head. “Well I guess no one is perfect,”  she sighed, “Do you really think A.I. are alive?”  she asked again.

“I don’t know,”  he replied. “But I believe it is better to err on the side of caution.”he said “ I would rather treat something like it is alive, then deny something that is alive simply because it does not conform to my vision of what life should be like.”  she looked at him with a half cocked smile and shook her head. “Well, Willow here wants to talk to you.”  he said, and even though Monica didn't believe the A.I. was alive she decided to humor Matt.

“And?”  she asked, placing her hands on her hips, looking at Willow.

“I am not a toy,”  Willow growled her eyes growing a shade redder, turning from there natural blue to a deep purple. “The only reason I am here is to talk to you, but if you're going to be such a bitch than perhaps it is better to not talk.”

Monica’s eyes flared at the word bitch but she simply pursed her lips, allowing Willow to continue. “I really couldn’t give any less fucks to whether you think I am alive or not, your opinion does not matter to me.” she took a deep breath, “However the situation as it is means I must come into contact with you from time to time, seeing as I am ALWAYS with Matt, and you will be around occasionally,”  she emphasized the word always, playing it out to lengthen it just long enough that Monica’s eye began twitching with annoyance, while mentioning that Monica herself would be around occasionally with a dismissive tone. “It is obvious from your current dimwitted vessige that you dislike me, and I am inclined to feel the same about one so slutty as you, therefore-”

Oh god this was not going as Matt had hoped, not at all.

“Therefore I believe it best for everyone if we simply refuse to acknowledge one another’s presence when in the same company to bring as little discomfort to Matthew and to make sure I don't have to interact with a hussy such as yourself.”

No definitely not as planned.

Monica’s face paled with the words sent her way by Willow, but a hateful smile soon grew in place of it and was soon replaced by a serien look that scared Matt more than the look of vile hatred she had just seconds before had on her face.  As Monica took a step forward Matt took several quick steps back, retreating from the battlefield that had spontaneously appeared before him in a strategic withdrawal that would have brought about the approval of both psychologists, philosophers, and any man that had ever had any interaction with an angered woman.

Often the cross fire was worse than the direct fire.

Civilian casualties were the worst.

As Monica approached she still looked so peaceful, and she poked a finger into the other woman’s chest and with a voice that was like she was commenting on the weather she said asked one simple question.

“How long have you known Matt?”  she asked in a quiet voice, but the words sent a chill down Willow’s simulated spine. When she didn't answer Monica continued. “I have known him for over five years,”  she whispered softly, so softly that Matt couldn't hear her, “and I have wanted to be with him for all five of those years, wanted to be his, wanted him to be mine.”  she placed her head next to the frozen A.I. her lips whispering into the other’s ear.“for the first three years I resigned myself to never realising this dream of mine, then his wife unfortunately passed away, ” the mask of serenity faded for a second, showing a look of sadness. “She had been a friend of mine, and even knew I liked Matt, I remember she pulled me aside one time to ask me about it, I was so scared, I didn't want to ruin my friendship with her, ”  she laughed sadly. “Do you know what she said to me?”  Willow shook her head, still barely moving. “She told me it was alright, and that she was not mad at me, she said that if anything ever happened to her she wanted me there for Matt, that she didn't want him to be alone the rest of his life. ” a single tear traced down Monica’s face. “She made me promise, I don't know if she knew somehow that her time was coming, or if it was just happenstance, but not three months later she passed away.” she pulled back and looked at Willow directly in the eyes. “And I will be damned before I let my friend down, and before I loose this opportunity to do what my heart wants.” she pushed the finger in deeper,  “especially when the one causing the disturbance is nothing more than some lines of code and polygons.”  she pushed Willow, causing the other woman to stumble back a step. “As such and seeing as Matt is to soft of heart to simply delete you I agree to your terms Toy, if only for his and Taylor’s sake.”

And without saying another word she turned around, and addressed Matt, “I set this up to block any corporeal memories of Taylor if we needed, but it will work for this aswell.”  she said and in the blink of an eye a beam of light spread through the room, and once it touched Willow she disappeared, he could still hear her, but much to her anger she could no longer project herself into the world of the SafeSpace. “It blocks all input besides our own.”  she didn't mention that the price for an upgrade in software necessary for this was astounding high, and that she had saved for almost half a year just to buy it, he didn't need to know that.

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“I-”  he started to speak and she placed a finger on his lips, silencing him with a soft shush.

“Don’t try to convince me A.I are alive, I don't believe that, and have had this argument thousands of times with my sister, besides it is in your best interest if I simply see her as a bundle of code and polygon right? Otherwise I might get jealous.”  she had leaned forward with every word, using her other hand not pressed against his lips to slip around behind his head and pull it down. Now only her finger separated her lips, which she slipped away quickly.

It was like a damn that was holding back flood waters had simply vanished, as the force of five years of longing pressed up against his lips, she plunged deep, her tongue exploring his mouth like she had only ever dreamed and hoped for.

No this was better than a dream.

She pulled back, looking into his deep sapphire eyes, a trait so rare that in modern times only .05 of a single percent of all of the world had it, apparently in older days there had been research done into it that placed it as the rarest of all colors possible, and back then it had been 2% of the population, now however, it was even more rare, and as time went on it would fade to fewer and fewer people.

And yet here he had it.

She looked at him, and without a care in the world she tore off her clothes, not minding the fabric that she ripped or ruined, after all it was only simulated, the clothes in here didn't really matter.  As soon as she had done this task she went to work on him, throwing herself onto him with enough force that he fell backwards.  He raised an eyebrow at her aggressiveness, and then with a slight smile helped her with the task of undoing hi belt.

Did he think she was to forward?  To aggressive?

Normally she wasn't , but this, this was what she had wanted for five years, five years of her life.

She was not going to delay, whether he thought her aggressive or not.  His pants had barely been pulled down before she seized his manhood in hand and caressed it. Her pale hands danced up and down him as she leaned over and allowed spit to drip off of her tongue to add lubrication.  Then looking at him she placed her tongue on the mase of his shaft, just where the shaft met his sack and lined nuzzled him with a cheek.  With a mischievous smile she ran her tongue up the shaft, causing a quiver to be sent through his body.  When she got to the top she kissed the tip, before devouring it.

He was of a formidable size, and she found she could only take him halfway into her mouth before her throat became to filled with him.  With this preliminary knowledge out of the way she knew how far she could go so she began her movements.  As she rose and fell, leaving plenty of saliva behind which caught the light and shone  as her head bobbed up and down, blocking the light and then once again revealing it. While she continued her movements her hands were not idle, they used the excess saliva that ran down him to lubricate there stroking.  Breathing out of her nose she continued a strong and comfortable vacuum  running her tongue over the underside of his shaft.  Every now and again she would make a grunt or a gagging noise as she went a little too deep for her own comfort.

Her reward for all the hard work came, though Matt held out much longer than she had thought.  She felt him tense and she pulled back slightly, still keeping him in her mouth as he unleashed a torrent.  The warm viscous substance entered her mouth.  She pulled back, attempting to keep it all in her mouth, she to her dismay lost a drizzle of it, which slid down the side of her mouth, dribbling a white line down to her chin. She didn't know if this was what it actually tasted like, seeing as it was a programmed simulation, though one of her married friends had attested to the accuracy of the SafeSpace both in feeling of sex and the taste of a man.

Actual sex was for married couples, and was something to hope and dream about.  She wasn't there with Matt.

Yet.

First task done she helped him finish removing his clothes. Honestly speaking he really didn't need help, she was just hungry for him, she had waited so long.

So damned long.

And here he was, just for her.

Matt smiled at the hungered look in Monica’s eyes, she thought she was the dominate one huh? Like she was the one that controlled the pace, well was she in for a surprise.  He allowed her to position herself over him, using one hand  and bending her legs so that her lower lips kissed his manhood, but before she could sit down he grabbed her hips and drove her down.  Effectively sliding himself into her in one fell swoop. Her eyes flew open wide and her chest and legs quivered as the muscles tightened and contracted, she sat frozen in place, her mind overloaded with the sensory input of raw physical pleasure.  He sat up and placed the back of her head in one of his hands, wrapping the arm around her back from under her arm and used the other arm in conjunction with his feet and legs to lay her on her back, him still speared within her.  Once he had her on her back he grabbed both her wrists with a single hand and lifted them over her head, pinning them to the floor above her head, he then lifted himself and her lower side so that he was on his feet bent over her and her lower half was still in the air, he grabbed one of her legs to hold her in place and she instinctively wrapped the other leg around his waist.

“Wait! Wait!”  she said her eyes wide and once again coming into focus.  He smiled at her and shook his head.

“Too late for that,”  he laughed and he pulled himself partially out of her and slid back in hard and fast. He slapped up against her, causing her to let out a huff of air that escaped her lips.  The sound was loud in the almost empty room.  She moaned slightly, a strand of drool leaking out of her mouth and the protest she had just spoken lost after the first attack.

“MMMNnnnnnnnn-   AHhhh, Ahhhh.”

He pulled out slightly again and rammed back into her, once again slapping and causing a moan to come out of her mouth as he eyes glazed over. He pulled entirely out of her and she looked up at him dazed and confused before he thrusted in again and she gasped in surprise and many other feelings and emotions. He held her like this for several minutes, not allowing her to recover before he allowed her to slump down, her breathing heavy and erratic.

He however was not done with her.  He spread her legs lifting them at the knee joints and entered her in a more, shall we say less aggressive manor.  As he entered her lower lisp sucked on his manhood, pulling him ever deeper with every thrust, the walls of her vagina squeezed around him as he moved in and out of her more gently.

“Ahhh, ahhh, mnnnnnn.”  she whispered, her hair splayed out around her head like a halo of gold and blue she lifted her head to look at him and wrapped her legs around his waist, using them to pull him in deeper with every thrust.  Her arms wrapped around him and pulled his head down into her own, her lips reaching his, connecting them at two different points.

While he moved in and out of her she wondered her arms through his hair and across his back, pulling his chest in close to her own, when he started moving faster nearing the end of his end of his strength she tightened the grip she held on him, her nails digging into his back, her legs and thighs flexing and contracting as she gripped him, pulling him in as deep as possible for one last thrust, and the both of them released warm liquid, both reaching the climax they had hoped for.  They lay there panting for several minutes before she closed the SafeSpace down.  

Matt opened his eyes and found himself laying on a couch, still plugged into the box, Monica had already unplugged and he did the same, he was about to get up when she scouted on towards him and lay her head on his chest, she looked up at him and gave him the largest puppy dog eyes he had ever seen.  “Do you really have to go?”  she asked softly, “Today was so perfect, better than I had ever dared to dream, I don't want you to leave.”

He thought about it, this was the part where the cowboy would tell the woman he needed to go, and then ride away into the sunset right? But Matt was no cowboy, he was a raider at heart, and raiders were selfish, they took what they wanted, because they wanted it and no other reason needed to be there.

And what he wanted was to stay here with her.

“What time do you go in?”  he asked, referring to work for the next day.

“2:00 p.m.”  she said,  “Same as you right?”  she asked, he nodded.

“Want a ride into work tomorrow?” he asked,  she nodded excitedly.  He stood up, much to her surprise and walked over to where her bedroom was, “Then lets get some sleep,”  he said, moving to open the door.

“No wait!”  she called out, trying in vain to keep him from opening the door.  When he did a pile of clothes and other things fell out, it would seem as though things were shoved into the room in an attempt to make the rest of the house look tidy.  Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment as the pile of clean but unfolded clothes deposited themselves on his shoes.  He started to chuckle but she glared at him in defiance. “Not a damn word!”  she said, in as defiant a tone as she could muster.

He nodded still attempting to hold back his murth. “Yes ma’am.” stepping over the piles he lay himself on the bed and she followed.  She spooned up against him, resting her head on his chest and smiled contentedly, she was about to drift off when a thought occurred to her.

“Hey,”  she called out in the dark to him.

“Yeah?”

“I thought you said you didn't like VRmmos.”

“Normally I don’t, but Vis downloaded this one, and well I am hooked I guess.”

“Oh?”  she asked, hopeful it was the same one she had just started playing what a month ago? “What is it called?”  she asked.

“New Earth Online,” she had never even heard of it, she cursed the fates when he said that, but made a mental note of the name, it would seem as though she knew what she would be playing in the future, if only to spend more time with him.  And with that the two of them fell fast asleep…