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Chapter contributed by : StarRaider

** Harmony Part 2**

**Begin the Melody** written by: Star Raider, Universe G1

**Beta'd by StSE**

“Here let me help you,” Morgan took her one hand and lifted it up over his shoulder slowly lifting her off of Wave. It had been so long it seemed since he had seen her so peaceful. Nicole seemed to be working herself ragged all the time, he couldn’t even remember when the last time they had even bothered to have a nice dinner out. HELL they hadn’t even bothered to have a nice dinner at home.

Had he been boring? Did he do something wrong? Wave wasn’t sure but he moved just enough to get his own hands around her. He lifted her a bit farther, bringing her up and into his arms, cradling her like a young child. Now her head rested on his shoulder. And as he looked down at her, it was right then and there that Wave decided that she was beautiful. This was much better. Her body pressed against his it sent a charge through him that made him want to keep her there, as if it were natural to have her there. If she was contented to be near him, then he saw no reason to move her.

“She’s been over worked. I’ve tried to get her to rest but she insists on going on this way,” Morgan turned, shaking his head as he started to walk out of the room. Wave didn’t move. “Come on we’ll take her up stairs to the bed, she’ll be more comfortable there.” Morgan motioned with his hand at the stairs that were just beyond the door way in the hall. He walked out and began to lead Wave up the stairs to their room.

“Lay her here,” he indicated the king sized bed. “I tried everything I could think of to get her to rest. Looks like you managed to find the perfect thing.” A hint of jealousy hung in his words, though he wouldn’t have admitted it. Really, seriously - was he jealous over a sex toy? He even questioned himself, but it was true he was jealous. It was true he didn’t share the love of music that Nicole had. But they did have many things in common. One of which was coming up, their annual trip to the local ‘Thrill’ park. He had planned on using that as a catalyst to rekindle a bit of the marital flame. If this clone hadn’t worked - that was the only other thing he could think of.

Laying her down as gently as he could, Wave logged the location in is meda. Morgan began to remove her clothing, starting at the shoes. He watched, logging every detail as Morgan unbuttoned her blouse. The way the fingers moved. How the button slipped easily though the hole. He would make sure that if he were in the situation again, he himself would be able to do it. This relying on Morgan to get things done was slightly irritating. Wave silently watched. His stoic treatment of Morgan seemed to irritate the man slightly, which was starting to amuse Wave even more.

Morgan wanted to reach over and caress her skin as he slid the blouse top around and off her. But refused to risk waking her, knowing her she’d have ripped his fool head off for disturbing her. With a loud sigh he tore his eyes off her. When was the last time they had made love? He couldn’t even remember now. A sick feeling came to his gut, as he walked to the closet and brought out a pajama set. He did honestly love her; to some degree he’d hated the fact that she had actually made something of her self.

And here he was still in some planning stages with some of his buddies over some game program. Sure if it ran right it could be one of the most sought after games to ever hit home consoles. But then again, if it didn’t he would have wasted his time and their money. No her money. He liked to spoil her with things and she would always catch him up in it. He had just thought that it was left over from the times they had lived roughly. When Nicole had still been in school and it was all she could do to work and finish her classes. He hated it, worked odd jobs here and there. But they never lasted and sooner or later he’d quit or be fired again.

Morgan thought about it, and finally figured it was true, just as Nicole had told him so many times - he was just a big kid. Even his part in the project was testing. He did not even have the abilities to create the programming. He looked at the clone who returned his stare, his head slightly cocked to one side again. Visor bright, just like a child, he seemed to study him - curious to every action. Again with care as not to wake his sleeping wife, he put on the clothing.

Wave watched Morgan in curiosity. If the man went through all this trouble - even after what he’s seen of her treatment of him - perhaps he should reassess his first assessment? At the moment though the act of what Morgan was doing - was intriguing. The items he removed, and then replaced, seemed to set a new mood. Despite the fact that Nicole was asleep, she now seemed much more content. His visor dimmed in thought as he looked at Morgan, and then back to the sleeping woman.

“The clothes right?” Morgan pulled Wave’s wrist, indicating for him to follow him. Again to the clone it didn’t have the same effect on him, which it did when Nicole had touched him. He wasn’t sure just why but he preferred it that way. Once they were out in the hall Morgan continued. “You have your metal like armor, and we have our clothes. Some are easier to sleep in than others,” he explained.

Listening intently, logging the new information. He thought about the feel of the touch that Morgan had given him. He didn’t like it, but he was Nicole’s ‘husband’. He would have to deal with it, for now.

“Here lemme show you around.” With that, Morgan began to give Wave a tour.

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Waking to the sun peaking into her window, Nicole sat up. Surprised to see she was in her own bed and even in her pajamas. “What?” She stopped her own question when she realized Morgan was next to her. And he was still sleeping. Just like every other morning he was always right there, even though he was usually sleeping when she had got into bed - and still sleeping when she go up. Lazy ass that he was, slept more than anyone she ever knew!

She got up, rubbed her eyes, and then ran a quick hand through her hair. She walked into the hall and to the guest room where she had planned on letting Wave sleep or recharge. Well, whatever it was he was going to do. Tip toeing and opening the door slowly she noticed he wasn’t there. The bed was made, and it didn’t look as if anyone had slept there at all! Maybe he didn’t lie down? She wondered. Down the stairs she went, looking into the smaller room down stairs - still nothing. She was about to walk out to the couch, but then she heard it. Someone was at the Piano. She walked into the den, to see him sitting there, his fingers sliding on the keys with grace.

“Have you been here all night?” she asked as she listened. The sound that he was producing was amazing! It instantly calmed her. And made her want to sit down next to him again…

“Negative,.. eh no.” The sound of the Piano was very light and allowed them to talk easily. His hands tapped here and there as he played. “I recharged.”

“I…” she started to say, but paused. It had been forever since she had apologized for anything. For a long time now she had never needed to. Specifically with Morgan, since most of the time whatever happened - he hadn’t understood the instructions in the first place! “I am sorry for what happened.”

Wave stopped “No need. I liked it. You are comfortable with me, and I am here to please.” He tilted his head slightly as his visor brightened. His thoughts had come to a conclusion from the conversation he had with Morgan while they had put her to bed the night before.

Leaning over, she placed a hand on his shoulder. She kissed his strange battle mask. It was surprisingly warm. As she brushed her lips on it Wave brought his hand up, gave a slight push up, and then a tug down. The mask was gone. She smiled again with less than an inch separating them now; she leaned forward and filled the gap. Her lips touched his. They were soft and reflexive and… and… wonderful.

His arms wanted to hold her - bring her closer. It was what he had hoped for! And it satisfied his programming. But it also told him – that he wanted more! Her lips parted, and he could feel her tongue slide over his bottom lip. He opened his mouth a little, and she pressed into him. Her tongue now on an exploration of his mouth! Wave gave in to impulse. Letting his hands raise up and hold her at the shoulder - his glossa playing with her tongue.

Pulling away from Wave, she sighed. He was much better at kissing then Morgan was too! He sat there watching her, she smiled again. “Come on, do you do breakfast?”

His quick search told him that meant food. Specifically - food made in the morning hours. “I do not need to consume organic foods.”

“Ah right, but if you’re going to be here, might as well learn how to cook it. It’s my favorite. I’d eat breakfast for dinner!” They walked into the kitchen. “Just watch - then later you can try it.” She made herself a few eggs, and some sausage with a few slices of toast. “Not as complex as some things - but I like it.” She stuck it all on a plate, and then sat down at the table, and began to eat.

The clone logged everything right down to the type of oil used on the eggs. He inhaled, taking in the molecules that the food produced “Smells good.”

“It is! One day you’ll have to try it.” Just as she has finished her bite of egg, Morgan came in.

“I knew you had made sausage - I could smell it.” He looked over her plate hungrily.

“Wave why don’t you test run Morgan some breakfast?”

“No no no. I gotta go, bit of a meeting this morning.” Morgan waved, his hand motioning at the door. “I’ll take a rain check though.” He nodded, stretched while yawning. “Meetings always have to be in the morning.” He mumbled, gathering his car keys, and heading out the back door.

Silence settled for a few moments as Nicole finished her breakfast. “So um how long did I sleep?”

“Twelve point two-five hours.” Wave answered. He had replaced his battle mask before they had left the den. Something seemed wrong to be walking around without it.

She assumed that Morgan and Wave had gotten along. After all each seemed quite bright eyed - or visored - this morning. She cleaned her plate, and put it in the dishwasher. “What did you learn from Morgan?”

“Dressing and undressing. The lay out of this home…Where I can recharge, and microwave burritos,” Wave rattled off the short list of things. Really they had just talked, or rather; Wave listened while Morgan had talked. He hadn’t minded at all, since it was mostly about what Nicole had liked and not liked. “Morgan talks a lot.”

Nicole stifled a laugh, “Yeah but he grows on you, and he can also be a big pain when he doesn’t get what he wants.”

Visor dimming, and his head slightly cocked to one side. “What does he want?”

“I thought I used to know, I guess we’ve both changed,” she admitted, “but what I want right now is to have some more of that kissing.” She rounded the table and kissed his mask again. There was no reason to beat around the bush. She knew what he was programmed for, and it excited her. But she just didn’t want to have to deal with Morgan, while she tried it. She took the edge of the mask, and lifted like he did - and then pulled down on it. It came free and slid into her hand. It really did surprise her just how nice his metallic chassis reacted to her touch!

Her soft touch set off other internal programs, which lit up his sensory array. It was pleasure! He liked it! He slid one of his hands up over her shoulder, using it to slide the pajamas shirt to one side. But between them, his other hand fumbled to remove the buttons. She smiled a little, still keeping her lips in contact with him. The metallic taste was interesting and slightly sweet. Her chair moved, sliding back with a loud screech on the linoleum floor which separated them.

“I suppose this isn’t the best place for this is it?” she laughed, standing up.

He stood up. With her, his head was much above hers. He bent at the knee joint. His slight pulley whine, audible, “No it isn’t.” his files and banks told him that interface could be done near anywhere. But most often it was done in the bed room.

“What else did you learn from Morgan?” She asked, as she led Wave to the guest room. Which she had declared belonged to him. Even if she hadn’t told Morgan yet! She didn’t really care what Morgan thought at this point anyway.

Feeling her curiosity, he found this would probably be a good time to tell her also about the feelings he had experienced. As well as the music that he heard without the piano playing. “His actions tell me he cares for you very deeply,” he wanted to answer the question first. “I do have questions.”

Pausing just down the hall from Wave’s new room, Nicole turned to face him. Not surprised that he had inquiries. “Sure, I will answer anything I can.” She felt so comfortable with him, so quickly! It felt good to have someone to talk to.

“Last solar cycle when I was ordered to learn music, I felt…” He trailed off for a second, unsure how exactly to phase it. “Your irritation with Morgan…”

Absently, she broke optic contact with him. Her eyes dropping down to the carpet in thought. She looked down, and then side to side. “My irritation?” That was interesting indeed! For the most part she didn’t believe in telepathy or a sixth sense - yet alone have a clone have it.

“I believe so,” he replied. Recalling the data from his meta, he brought up the next thing. “I also felt Morgan’s frustration.” It was confusing to have the alien feelings coming from people other than himself. He wanted to understand it more, so he could possibly control it.

Hearing that Morgan was frustrated actually gave her a bit of confidence. After all, she was completely footing the bill for everything all the time! All the way down to his gas money. He should feel something for being so lazy! “Have you had more of these feelings?” Remembering the specifications of his model clone, there had been a little asterisk mentioning that it had been shown it had some telepathic abilities in testing. However, to what extent wasn’t stated. Shaking the thoughts of Morgan off, now she had questions. “Do you feel what I am feeling right now?”

Although he had been a little excited with her kissing him, he pushed those thoughts away and concentrated on her. His optic band dimmed slightly as he concentrated. He set an image of her in his meta, and slowly something came to the surface. “Excitement.”

She smiled, her face flushing completely red and hot. “Heh,” she giggled a little more, “well yeah I can confess to that, look at you, tall strong smart! And your voice, that alone would have sold me!” She slowly inched down the hall one step at a time. “I thought about getting myself a clone, but I didn’t have the time. Finally when Morgan said he had got you. I was actually really happy.”

Behind his mask he smiled, it was very pleasing to know she had wanted him from the start. He also noticed that she had been moving in the direction of the guest room.

She slid though the door, taking Wave’s hand in hers. “Time to let your programming take over!” she told him, pulling him in with her. The whole thing was something new and exciting, and that made her want him more! She began to unbutton her pajama top, even as she stretched up and kissed his mask. He quickly removed the slight impediment, her wants now obvious to him. Her fingers, slid over his shoulders, down his arms, gently pulling his hands up around her. She let her tongue swipe over his lips components coaxing Wave to do the same. Something came up into her mind, “How do I taste?”

Debating on stating the facts like egg, sausage, and toast - he decided not to. And told her how he felt instead, “you taste delicious,” he smiled.

She finished unbuttoning her pajama, and then tossed it a side on the floor. She sat down on the edge of the bed and removed her bottoms. She thought that she should have been a bit embarrassed, but as soon as she thought about it - what did it matter? He was hers, and that was what he was there for! She motioned for him to come closer. “Where is?” She had seen the bonding cable on the net, but it as separate from the clone, “your interfacing equipment?”

“Yes, I have a bonding cable, and an aft port.” The panel opened and the dark cable limply unraveled itself and hung there.

“Well that isn’t going to do, no not at all!” She wanted to add. -If I wanted a limp one I’d have told Morgan to stay home! She thought it - though she thought it was a bit much. Not really having read anything online about how to activate his cable, she reached out and grasped it. Nicole figured that in humans a little simulation would go a long way, so it might work for him as well. Her hand felt the ribbing down the sides of the rubber cable, as she came down to the slightly more firm, and shaped tip. It definitely had weight to it, and that made her mouth want to water. Her mind dove into the fact that he had reacted so easily to touch. No doubt he would react to this just as easily. She pulled him closer, and with her free hand, slowly lifting his cable to her mouth. She licked it, testing it for flavor. It did have a taste, and she licked it again, clean. She wasn’t sure of that as a ‘flavor’, but it was refreshing that it didn’t taste like it looked! She really hated black licorice.

Having his cable caressed, revved his engines, and Wave’s core started to heat up! His entire chassis seemed to reverberate with the stimuli she was providing. He wanted more! But was unsure how to ask for more.

Nicole stopped, “It gets bigger right? I mean I saw the different sizes on the site.”

If by bigger, she had meant he could pressurize, it then yes, “Dimensions?”

“Dimensions?” She echoed. “OH! Size? Oh wow what ever size I want?” She sat back a little, thinking about it. All those porn stars, and all the dildos and vibraters - always talked about size. Morgan was only about six inches, and she had liked that just fine. A little bigger wouldn’t hurt though, “Alright how about six and a half inches.”

“Width?” Wave asked, making sure he was prepared to pleasure her.

“Oh.” She tried to think of how thick. That was much harder. Her hand came up, and she curled her fingers around trying to guestimate how thick she wanted it.

His visor had a bit of a glint in it for a second. The hydraulic pumps went to work pressurizing the cable - and forcing it to defy gravity.

“Yes, that is much better.” She licked along it again, noticing that he trembled at her touch. “Do you like it?”

“I do.” In all honestly - he wanted more.

She took the tip of his cable into her mouth, letting her tongue slid up and down the underside of it. Wave was surprised at how much more sensitive he had become, since he had activated his cable! It seemed that because of the now larger size, she touched so many more sensors! His internal fans began to spin faster to keep his temperature down. He had the urge to push forward, so he did - slowly.

The whole thing was exciting to Nicole! She had a bit of a fetish of liking to tease people, and keeping them on edge till the every last instant. Her sensitive little clone was no exception. She worked - sucking, licking and now slightly stroking the cable. Wave’s vocalizer began to make this bit of a humming sound. She moved with him slowly as he thrust his hands on her shoulders. She could feel the tremors that took hold of him each time she went down. What she had wanted was to hear him let go. Have him be a bit more forceful! But apparently she would have to teach him that. She also noticed he didn’t talk a lot. And now that she had him here, obviously pleasuring him, he kept most of it bottled up inside. That was just fine for now. She would have plenty of time to figure ways to make him call out, and maybe even scream her name.

His sensory system lit up like a Christmas tree! Nicole’s one free hand had found its way around one of his thighs, and her fingertips stroked the inside of it. The feeling from the sensors there, were slightly different. It was nice, yet it nearly made him want to step away. Not that he dared to that, but it warranted logging for questioning later.

Well, if he was going to be this passive, Nicole was going to take full advantage of it. She let his cable slip from her mouth, “Come lay on the bed.” She waved her hand in a side motion, for him to lie down.

Wave side stepped by her, and crawled up onto the bed. He positioned himself flat on his back. His cable now stood out from his frame - like some sort of flag pole. The sight made Nicole giggle. And in return, Wave raised his head to look at what ever it was she had laughed at. When he didn’t see anything, he wondered for a moment if he had laid the wrong way? Should have laid face down? Surely, logically, she had wanted him face up to make use of his cable? He watched her get up, and then kneel onto the bed. Her knees now rested between his feet. Her hands slide from his knee joints, up his armored thighs, to his hip plating. All of her fingers stretched out, making use of the entire surface of her hands on him. He forced himself to lie still until she said other wise. Still, his vocalizer made a few more humms, and finally he opened his mouth and allowed himself an “AAAAAAHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” Higher her hands slid, to the thick glass door that was part of his chest, and traced the purple symbol there.

She had done exactly what she had wanted to do. Distract him while she prepared to let herself slide down onto his cable. With her fingertips just barely over the edge of the top of his cassette door, she felt the tip of his cable touching her. She had judged it just right this time and she wanted to make sure that everything would slide easily. As she pressed her fingers against his glass, she slid down him, causing her fingers to vibrate while a slight squealing sound to be made.

His optic visor brightened as his cable disappeared within her. His programming told him to thrust up into her. But he refused it, in favor of making sure she was ready. It was so hot, and so moist! His cable tingled from her muscles flexing to permit its size. He watched her intently, logging most of the details in his meta. Her intakes of air seemed to finally normalize as she made optic contact with him. Her light brown hair slightly covered her face. Wave could see her smile, and all of his concerns were gone. If she was being pleasured - then so was he. He could feel her muscles tighten as she began to push herself up, then come back down onto him. An easy signal to read, but he had no real place to go.

Pulling her self up Nicole wanted him to push into her! She whispered, “Pull your knees up.” Wave did so immediately, giving himself some leverage, which he used as she came back down. “Yes!” She exhaled; sharply tossing her head back and fingers curled tightly to the lower lip of the cassette door. Having not been satisfied for some time, Nicole could feel the build up of pending release. She wanted it bad!

His sensors - nearly in overdrive - each time she came down on him. Pushed Wave to the edge of the abyss! Her fingers pulled on his armor. As she bit her lip to keep from screaming, her muscles now tensed around his cable as she climaxed. Only now he could let himself go! Two thrusts and his systems felt the oncoming overload. And he could see a smile on her face just before his visor blinked out in ecstasy.

Under her, she felt Wave’s motions stop. She looked down to see his visor out, and smiled again. This was fun! She was going to have to make it a point to do it more often!
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