Shadecest

WARNING: The following is pure, unabashed smut written for a community LJ for tryinghuman. Do not read if this offends you.

Shadecest
Shade closed the door to her quarters, dimmed the lights, and walked over to her bed. She sat down and stared ahead for a moment, holding her hands in her lap. After a moment, she fidgeted imperceptibly, long fingers gently touching each other. Sliding her hand underneath her pillow, she pulled out the trying human circuit, closed her eyes, and touched it to her chest.

When she opened her eyes, she looked at her long, human fingers, and exhaled quietly through the red lips. She touched them with her fingers- felt the sensation, thick and soft. Her skin was smooth, and she stroked her own cheek, the tingling feeling of the new skin sending a chill down her spine. She was like a gear that had been wound too tight, and finally loosened; the tension went out of her, and she fell back onto the bed, her hair splayed out underneath her like a great white sheet. Boots were gently nudged off.

Her fingers slid through the white streams of her hair, and she gathered it between her fingers and held it up, touching the softness. Her motionless eyes stared at them, stroking a tuft of her hair with a thumb. She let it drop onto her face, feeling the tickling sensation. Her face involuntarily bunched up and she blew the hair off.

It felt nice. She stretched her arms into the hair, closed her eyes, pretending she was awash in a sea of white fur. She curled it around her fingers, looped clusters around her arms. Tiny pricks here and there on her head, pressure. She felt hot. Her heart was beating faster than was normal. She was thinking of her own naked body. She wanted to touch more of herself. Her stoic face scrunched just a little bit, and ruby lips parted to give a moist exhaled.

She pulled the collar down, looked down at the chest the circuit had given her. She plucked the buttons open on the coat, and slowly touched her belly. The coat fell open, exposing her pale, bluish purple nipples, which were already stiff, yet gently stretched into the open air as the heat of the overcoat was replaced by the cool, open air. Shade drifted through the alien sensation, focusing on the tiny details. Tiny tingles and itches around the edges of the aureole that seemed to magnify as she focused on them, the skin thickening and puffing. She could see in her head the blood vessels doing it, the rush of movement in her body. She was aware of the mass of muscles in her breast; and as she slowly pressed her hand into one, squeezed, felt them contract, felt pressure build up and release as her hand did.

She took a nipple between the fingers and pinched, eliciting an gasp that she didn't intend to release. She rubbed the nipple experimentally, seeing which way was the most sensitive. She grasped a tuft of her long hair, and brought the tip to the nipple, stroking it slowly over the pale blue. Her toes curled, and her back pushed off the bed. Her shoulders shook with the movement in her body, and she began to breath harder. She could feel her body becoming a tripoint; three hotspots of neural activity.

Continuing to tickle her nipple with her hair, her other hand slid down her white belly to the lower of her hip, and gently touched the lowest hotspot with her palm, sliding the hand between her legs. It was moist, and warm, and it felt good, and she pressed her hips into her palm and gently ground into her hand, tickling her nipple periodically. It was exhilarating, accelerating. Shade felt the whole of her body tense, suddenly jump, and lost control. She cried out softly. She spasmed as the tension left her, replaced with pleasant tinglings. what she knew were endorphins, pumping through the human flesh. Allowing her body a few minutes to return to a less heightened state, she gently began to explore her body again.

She was a well-greased gear tonight.