Deep
“Lawn opened her eyes. Coffee? Turning her head, she spotted a carafe and an empty mug sitting beside the bed. Slowly, she swung her legs over the side, sat up, and reached for the container. At the same time, the lights brightened. "Good morning. How do you feel?" "You should know. You monitor my stats constantly." She brought the mug up to her nose and inhaled. On her short list of favorite smells was freshly brewed coffee. Or, in this instance, the smell of synthesized freshly brewed coffee. "Deep? Do me a favor?" "What?" "Anytime you talk to me, I want to see you, okay?" "Full or partial?" "I'll leave that up to you." Before she was finished, he was there in front of her. All of him, and still wearing that same wet body suit. Lawn sighed. She wished she'd had the presence of mind to remember what the man by the fountain had been wearing that day, so she could program a change in costume as well. But she had been struck mindless by his smile when he'd looked up from what he'd been r...eading and had seen her.MoreLess
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