Replicant

Franklin Gregory paced back and forth in his room. Looking over to his bed, to where a replicant of his wife lay. His wife had died 4 months ago in a car crash. It was strange, having her, or this creation that looked like her, so close to him. He had yet to activate her as he thought about what the man who had brought her told him. "Just to warn you, once you have activated her, you cannot bring her back, because she will, for all intents and purposes, BE your wife."

Franklin hadn't imagined he would be so hesitant to activate her, but now that she was laying here, on his bed, he wondered if it was the right thing to do. That was when he remembered the day they had met, he played it through his mind and began to smile, tears forming in his eyes. Finally, breaking, he stepped to the edge of the bed and did as the delivery man had instructed, and activated his 'wife' with a kiss. He had to smile at that cliche, but it just felt perfect. Pulling away, Franklin watched as his wife opened her eyes.

First breath...

She opened her blue eyes, chest heaving for the first time since her new central processor had been installed, though she didn't know that. It was as if she'd just opened her eyes from a long nap... the last thing she could remember was getting in a car with Franklin to drive to the store.
She looked above her, hand coming up to stroke his face.
"Franklin, darling, what's wrong?" She touched the tear trailing over his cheek. "Why are you crying?"
She looked at her hand, his tear glittering on her fingertip. She wasn't wearing nail-polish, yet she remembered putting it on just that morning.
"Franky, baby, what's going on? Why's our room look so dark?"

Franklin:

"Oh honey, you... You've been..." Frank had prepared himself for this moment, but he found himself faltering again. "We were in an accident, four months ago. You were hurt, you've been in a coma." He repeated the story he had formed in the long hours he had sat by himself, building up to this moment. It was the only way he could think to explain the lapse in time she would no doubt experience.

"A coma?" she puzzeled aloud. She shook her head, ebony curls shaking against the pillow. "How am I home? I feel so strange, almost as if its me here but I'm a whole 'nother person."
She suddenly pulled him down close to her, needing to feel his body against hers. "Doesn't matter. As long as I have you here with me I can take on anything."
She snuggles against him, sighing. "You weren't hurt at all in the accident? What happened? We were in the Escalade right?"

Franklin:

"Yes, you were in your coma for four months. The doctors found that you were comming to this morning, so they let me bring you home that you could wake up in the comfort of our own bed. They said it would be less of a shock to you to do so. They said there was the possibility of memory loss, tell me, darling, how much can you remember? Your name?"

Franklin gave her a deep smile as she spoke to him, her voice, it was indistinguishable from his wifes, or how he remembered her to sound. "I was hurt, yes, I was thrown from the car, but I've healed. Don't worry about me, dear, or the car. I want to make sure that you feel alright, you've been asleep for so long..." Franklin laced his fingers through her dark hair, admiring her, his eyes expressing the deep love he felt for her.

"Of course I remember my name!" she rolled her blue eyes. "How could anyone forget the inane name my mother gave me? Really Velldandy Marie Romanos-Gregory isn't something one would forget. Honestly."
Vell tried to figure out what was going on with her husband- he was staring at her as if she'd come back from the dead- and in a way she had, she supposed. Being in a coma that she couldn't remember was like being dead.
"Its like I was dead wasn't it? I'm sooo sorry, Franky," she said, tears welling up in her eyes. She looked her husband over. "You've lost weight haven't you? Oh, poor dear! These past four months must have been hell for you!"

Franklin:

"Oh Vell, you have no idea, it was so hard being without you..." Franklin gushed, catching himself half way through. "I mean, watching you, staying by your side while you slept, the doctors couldn't tell me when or if you would ever wake up... I've missed you, I love you, oh Vell, I love you so much!" Franklin said, his voice starting to shake with emotion as he cast himself into her embrace, his ear to her breast.

It was impressive, the detail a replicant was made to, Vell had a heart beat, and her skin was warm, and her hands on his back were soft. All these things formed together in Franklin's mind, and for the moment there was no doubt in him whatsoever that she WAS Vell. An emotion filled sound passed from his lips, something between an expression joy and pain. He turned his face up, and caught Vell in a kiss of intense passion.

Vell

She kissed him back, eagerly happily. She's always enjoyed thier sex life- the many facets of it.
Franky seemed to need reassuring that she was okay, that she was here for him now again. And he needed a good lay, that much was obvious, though she didn't dare say it.
She sat up, pulling her t-shirt over her head. She helped Frank remove his clothing as well, kissing along the skin as she exposed it. He tasted a little off- she shrugged, chalking it up to her being in a coma for four months. They must have done a lot of physical therepy, she mused, helping him remove his pants and then removing her own. She was still as lean and toned as the day she was in the accident.
Pushing this aside, she licked her way up Frank's leg, loving how he shuddered under her butterfly kisses.

Franklin:

Franlin had imagined this, how it would feel to make love with the replicant of Vell, he wondered if it would be any different... He loved the heat, the moist kisses from Vell's tender lips, but something was nagging in the back of his mind. What was it, he wondered, what was causing him to want to catch her, to stop her before she went any further.

He didn't though, he layed back as Vell came up to rest her head against his thigh and caress his cock in her hand. Her hand... So soft, warm, and gentle as she brought it down the length of his shaft, he shook a little from the overwhelming passion he felt. And when her lips met with the head of his cock, they parted, surrounding him tightly, moistly. He groaned as she drew down and then back up, letting him slip from her lips with a soft pop.

He hadn't realized it but he had drawn her away gently with his hands, and as he looked down, he saw the curious look on her face. "I... I... Oh Vell, its been so long... I havn't tasted you in so long..." Franklin hestitently grasped at some reason why he had stopped her so suddenly, his expression changing to hot lust as he looked down into Vell's eyes.

Sitting up, he took hold of her wrist and drew her up onto the bed, next to him, laying her down on her back as he slid down, pushing her legs open. This was the first time he had seen the replicant Vell's body completely naked, and he simply had to draw a breath of awe at how... How perfectly she mimiced Vell's body. Without another moments hesitation, Franklin crushed his lips against Vell's sex, tasting her deeply, so intimately that he felt his heart aching with desire.

Vix

She gasped at the touch of his mouth on her sex, moaning as his tongue darted out to touch her.
Vell could feel her body growing hot, her breathing deep and fast. Oh, she thought, this seems so much more erotic then before- as if I can feel so much more then before!
"Oh Franky!" she moaned again and again as he licked at her shaven pussy. He must have remembered to shave it for her while she was in the coma. One thing she could never stand was a bushy twat.
Her body was moist, a shimmer of sweat dancing along her skin as he worked her into a heaping, begging frenzy.
"Please, Franky... oh baby..." she panted, body clenching and releasing. SHe could feel her emptiness acutely- the void which only he could fill within her. "I need... I want... oh darling-mine, I need..."
Her voice was lost to begging moans, high pitched yet to throaty to be called a whimper. She felt her climax nearing and begged him without words to join her in her bliss.
Vell needed him inside her, longed for his long hard shaft to penetrate her deeply and with forcefull love. It was basic, this need that raged through her, brought on by his expert tongue and hands.
"Please!" she manages to beg aloud with her voice, eyes deepened into drowning pools of blue, begging him to enter her.

Franklin:

The musky scent, the sweetness of her juices, the tender heat of her open pussy, it was amasing how MUCH like Vell she really was. He could drown in the wash of her sweet juicy pussy, but her lustful urgings spurred him to climb atop her, looking down, he rested the head of his cock at her weeping entrance, and then with an easy inward thrust, he felt her warm tunnel embrace him tightly and he moaned her name. "Vell..." It was a husky entonation as he ran a hand through her hair, looking deep into her eyes, concentrating on her with all his love and desire and passion.

Vell

If there could be a heaven on earth then this must surely be it, Vell thought as he entered her. She was tight, could feel her body shifting to accomidate him. It felt different but who cares, she mused. It felt glorious!
She writhed beneath him, pulling his lips to hers, able to taste herself on him. Oddly sweet.
His lips moved to her shoulder, to the tender flesh of where neck and torso meet. His teeth nipped, eliciting a gasp and further shaking from her as he drove himself into her. Vell came apart beneath him, caught in the waves of her orgasm, hips snapping up to meet his, teeth claiming his shoulder.
She felt his orgasm, triggered by her own. Her body twitched beneth him after they finished, tremors running inside and out as she sank back to reality. The scent of sex filled the room.

Franklin:

"Vell, I love you, oh, I love you so..." Franklin whispered as they laid together, atangle in one anothers arms, he had not withdrawn from her, letting himself go soft within her warm confines, enjoying the moment of supreme closeness he was sharing with her. He showered her shoulder with lasy kisses.

Vell

She returned to reality slowly, blue eyes glazed and pleased.
"I love you too, darling." She stretched, yawning at the same time. Her lips curved in a smile like a sleepy cheshire cat. "I think its time to sleep- rather strange to think that I've been asleep for so long yet I'm sleepy now."

Re: Vell

Vixandra said:

She returned to reality slowly, blue eyes glazed and pleased.
"I love you too, darling." She stretched, yawning at the same time. Her lips curved in a smile like a sleepy cheshire cat. "I think its time to sleep- rather strange to think that I've been asleep for so long yet I'm sleepy now."

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Franklin:

"Okay darlin, just don't sleep too long..." Frank whispered close to Vell's ear, nuzzling in next to her body. "I'll miss you..." He added softly, letting his eyes drift closed. In a moment, he was asleep.

Flashback --

It was six am, four months ago, the roads were fogged over, and Frank was still half asleep, his morning coffee having yet to kick in. The escalade was purring like a beast. Vell sat in the passenger seat as Frank merged onto the freeway. He rubbed his eyes and focused the best he could through the fog. "You going to be alright honey?" Vell asked concernedly. He looked over with a sigh.

"Yeah, just this damn fog..."

"Okay, hon, well, my mom's expecting us there in two hours, so take your time, and be careful."

Frank kept himself from replying, knowing if he did, he would say something he would regret, he was not a big fan of Vell's mother, the old woman never thought he was good enough for Vell after all and made it a point to let him know that at every chance she got. a good fifteen minutes passed as they drove in silence.

He reached out and turned on the radio, and tried to find a good channel.

"Here hon, let me do that, just concentrate on the road."

"I got it."

He swirved a little, tightening his jaw at his own stupid mistake.

"Honey..."

"I got it, christ, just let me get it."

He took his eyes off the road for a moment, the wrong moment, and impacted with something hard, the impact sending him from the car.

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Frank woke with a start, two hours had passed and Vell was still asleep. He took a moment to catch his breath and rested his head upon vell's breast, staring at the wall until she woke.

Vell

Her dreams had been formless and vauge, more of a flashing of colors then anything concrete.
She awoke with a start, body tensing for a moment before relaxing. Aww, he was sleeping with his head on her chest, Vell mused.
"Good morning," she said, her voice a bit rough. "What time is it?"
He told her the time. "What day is it, I forgot to ask yesterday."

Franklin:

"Its tuesday, hon. How are you feeling? Did you sleep well?" Frank asked as he sat up, leaning on his elbow, running his hand slowly up and down Vell's stomach. "I've been awake for a little while, I was listening to your heart beat."

Vell

She sighed in contentment as he ran his hand over her belly. It grumbled then, an asking for substinance.
"I think its time to make some breakfast."
She rolled out of bed easily. See, all those years of gymnastics were handy for something. Standing tall at all of 5'4", Vell stretched, rising up on her toes, aware of her husband's eyes on her body. She winked at him and grabbed her robe.
Tying the belt she went to the door. "What do you want for breakfast?"

Franklin:

Frank slid out of bed and grabbed his robe, following behind Vell as they went to the kitchen. She asked him what he would like for breakfast then and he smiled, looking her up and down. "Well, some french... Kisses might be good..." Frank said as he turned Vell about and pressed her back up against the fridge, catching her in a wet, warm kiss.

Vell

She giggled, turning to him.
"But I'm hungry!" she said, though her tone was playful. "Since you're stuck on the French today, we'll have some french toast!"
She wiggles her backside against his groin while hunting through the fridge, taking out milk and eggs. Turning around she pushes him gently backwards into the counter below her spice cabinet. She nips at his neck gently while taking down cinnamon, nutmeg and sugar. Turning around she places these on the counter next to the eggs and milk a loving smile curving her lips.
She pushes a stray lock of curly black hair behind her ear as she grabs the bread from atop the fridge.

Franklin:

A constant smile rested on Franks lips as he watched Vell preparing their food. "I want to paint you..." Frank sighed absently as he leaned against the counter, admiring Vell's lithe form.

Vell

"Literaly or with liquid latex?" Vell asked, mixing together the spices, some eggs and milk in a bowl, never measuring any of it. Feeling its the right consistancy she plugs in the electric skillet and sets it to heat up. She waits for it to be hot enough to easily melt a pat of butter over the surface before placing peices of bread wet with the egg/milk mix on the sizzling griddle. The aroma of fresh French Toast fills the house, a cinnamony homecoming like smell that makes Vell so happy she starts to sing softly.
She takes out a trio of plates and sets two on the table, silverwear beside them.
"What do you want to drink, love," she asks as she flips the french toast.

Franklin:

"Heheh, you rat, I meant on a canvas. I spent some time learning how to paint while you were... In your coma, and I want to paint you that way. And I'll get the OJ for us, if thats alright?" Frank turned around and opened the fidge, retrieving the carton of OJ.

Vell

"Aww, had to try you know," she teased with a grin. "Oj'd be nice."
She finished with the french toast, setting it on the table with a flourish. A bottle of warm syrup followed.
"Do you have to work today," she asked, taking a bite. It was wonderful.

Franklin:

"No, I don't work for the next couple of weeks, when I found out from the hospital that you were coming to, I imediatly put in my vacation time." Frank said as he poured them both a glass and carried the cups to the dinner table. "There's a few people that don't even know you've awoken, I would like to... Surprise them..." Frank gave Vell a smile as he dished up a portion of the french toast for each of them.