The Last Fembot

by KT McColl

  "We don't have to," I said.

  "I want to... if you're willing."

  I was, but I also wanted her to know that she was more than that as well. Unfortunately, I didn't have the words for it.

  She straddled my legs, and I took her head between my hands. I pulled gently and touched her lips to mine.

  "You're looking at me strangely."

  "Am I?"

  She nodded. "If I'm to believe the signs, you're about to tell me that you love me."

  "Huh." Go figure.

  She smiled and I gently stroked her breasts.

  "Well? Do you?"

  "You've just taken all the spontaneity out of it."

  "You can tell me another time."

  "I will."

  "Good. But I notice that you're conspicuously overdressed," she whispered.

  I soon corrected that oversight.

  We made love slowly, quietly, more communion than coupling.

  In the distance, I could hear the hum of a drone over the chittering of the night animals that prowled unseen around us. By her distracted expression, I knew that Jessie had heard it too.

  They were looking for us.

  We weren't free yet -- far from it -- but for now I welcomed the illusion.

  The End

  Special thanks to Emma Jaye and A.V. Roe and for their suggestions and editorial feedback. Any shortcomings or errors are entirely mine.