Shorty: Arthur's Reluctance.

One slow and lazy afternoon in cloudy Shintown, no puzzles to solve or punks to stomp, no leads to chase or foes to face, or typical tentative turmoil to tackle Arthur and Visell trying to escape, newly coupled lovers, Arthur and Visell find themselves tending to each other trying to get their minds off Private Water.
Arthur reading some forlorn, dusty book of Latoma Marxist poems, Visell playing video games. Arthur feels the tension and frustration in Visell, her brow much more furrowed than usual, slouching more than usual. Arthurs scheming mind spots an opportunity to console her love. Her book is promptly closed and gently placed beside her cot. She slyly scoots over and gently massages Visell's shoulder. Visell softly grunts as her eyes fixate. on her handheld. Arthur nudges Visell's should with her shoulder attempting to sensually call her attention. Visell sighs softly. "Ay wassup?" Arthur glances down at Visell's substantial biceps, flexed and protruding, and gently runs her fingers over them. "You're stressed." Visell snickers her eyes still glued to the screen. "Nah(!) I'm mad but a ain't stressin'." Her smirk dissipates as she focuses back on the game.
Arthur continues running her fingers. "You're Stressed, Symown." Visell limply plops her handheld in her lap and sighs in frustration. "Geez, okay, maybe I am! Aren't you!? There could be freaking acid in the water all over East ShineTown, and someone needs their ass kicked for it! But hey! I'm not being reckless! I'm playing video games, ain't that an improvement?" Visell tries to bring her hand held up to her face, Arthur blocks it and gently snatches it from her hand, and places it on the floor. Arthur swiftly shifts. She kneels in front of Visell, towering over her; Her soft, silicone palms caress Visell's cheeks to tilt her pouting, blushing face up. "Perhaps, you just need some much-deserved attention, to decompress. Re. Lax." Arthur pushes a long strand of white hair out of Visell's face. Visell looks off to the side with a blush. "I . . . I think better when I'm pissed though." She says nervously as Arthur pressed her forehead against hers. "No . . . No, you don't. You never think rationally quite frankly, well rarely, anyways . . ." Visell scoffs "Wow! Geez, Thanks bunches, Art. Feeling like a million bucks!"
Arthur quickly curls her finds her finger under Visell's chin in a tender embrace then kisses her deeply. Little moans trail from Visell's occupied lips. They retract. Visell stares at the ground blushing. Arthur snickers. "Well, I am a Marxist. If you indeed feel like a 'million bucks . . . something is extraordinarily wrong. Perhaps I should 'seize your means of production.'" Visell scoffs. "Such a Geekazoid! You know if It's only you doing it's technically privatization, right?" She Blushes "N . . . not that I'm complaining." "Oh, hush, We both know that's Personal Property, you glorified centrist!" Arthur pushes Visell down. Visell blushes "Geez, are we really Poli-Sci sexy talkin'? what the-" "Shush!" Arthur demands gently as she leans over to kiss Visell. A few seconds of lite kissing pass.
As Visell lets her guard down - mostly, Arthur's hands trailing around her. Little moans and sighs slip her bond lips, her body subtly bending to Arthur's gentle massage. The soft silicone of her palm sailed down her waist. The cold, gentle scratching of the metal fingertips trailing up the back of her bare thigh, and over her abs sent a tingle through her chest. Warm kisses trailing down Visell's chest towards her "Second Base", the sensation of warm silicone lips moistened by her mouth grace her scars. The tingling ecstasy, the little snickers of satisfaction ringing from Arthur cause Visell to act! She springs up and grabs Arthur's shoulder pulling her up from her chest.
Mustering through her shyness, Visell shuts her eyes and grasps Arthur by the neck, and kisses her deeply. Arthur's eyes widen as she gasps a little, one of her hands springs up and curls in indecision and confusion. Visell pushes Arthur back onto her hand. Visell grasping her hand around the base of her neck, goes in to kiss the other side. A furious trail of kisses blazes across her neck. Arthur softly calls out nervously. "Sy. . . Symown(!)" Visell blushes. (Whoa, she called my name!? Geez, thats Kinda Hot!) Visell pulls her closer, she wraps her other arm around the small of her back and continues trailing kisses. "Symown!" She calls again. Visell's heart pounds in her ears as she goes bright red; Arthur's haggard excited breath makes her go dizzy! She grabs her thighs as she trails kisses up to Arthur's lip.
SMACK! Visell feels a net of metal claws curl around her face and squish her nose! Her head is forcefully thrown back and her body falls back with it. She lands on her hands. She wipes the smeared spit on her face and scowls. "Art', What the hel-!" SWISH! A Kravarian Wrist blade stares her down inches away from her face; Visell grabs the blade with her bare hand. A trail of crimson runs down her forearm as she pulls it away from her. Arthur's eyes bulged in rage, panting raggedly in a panic. Her metal arms shaking, her hand clasped firmly around her blanket as she covers her body with it in terror. "Arthur . . . you need to chill out Right! now! It's me! Symown! Your "Li'l Glorified Centrist" even though I beat centrist for breakfast! Come on talk to me! Snap out of it!" Arthur's breathing becomes more even. She relaxes. Sensing the tension leaving Arthurs body, Visell lets go of the blade as it retracts. The blanket drops from Arthur's body; She shakes her head trying to regain her barrings. "My sincerest apologies, Symown!" Visell pouts she sighs and ruffles her hair furiously.
"Geez, did I do something wrong? Geez, My bad, but It's just not like I have much practice . . . besides I'm not even used to taking the "lead" and . . . I feel like we've been here before . . ." She blushes, with a pout of disappointment Arthur responds exasperated. "No, Symownye. You're fine . . . That was . . . was . . .hm . . . Dedestra. Though I . . . admire your passion and your habitual, spontaneous, adventuristic impulses most times, unfortunately, the manner in which you . . .*sigh*. . . that . . . made me think of . . . "her" life. And how she was . . .*ahem*" Visell hangs her head. "Sorry, "Visell mumbles as she looks away with a pout curling her hair with her fingers.
Arthur springs to her knees and shifts over to hold Visell hand. "You need not apologize! That "Toy" is dead she has been for years!" She caresses Visell's face "Please . . . Say my name, Symown." Visell squeezes Arthur's hand as she starts to tear up a little. "Arthur." She says with a guilty pout. "Please don't be upset! I know you desire to love me physically. I was quite  . . .taken aback by your bout of excitement since your typically so . . . submissive So please merely refrain climbing on me, or touch my thighs that way. . . or kissing with that much tongue or veracity. Or put your hands near my throat or neck. Though my shoulders are within bounds but don't squeeze them. Oh, and don't mount me, straddle or pin me." Arthur rubs her chin thinking about more stipulations. Visell raises an eyebrow "Dude . . ." "Actually to be frank you should just relax and enjoy yourself! You already do so much physical activity daily! Allow me to "do the work" as it were! Especially considering you're significantly more comfortable in that role!" Arthur says with matter-of-fact confidence.
Visell scratches her head. "If . . you say so but . . . I mean, yeah. I like to be the bot . . .mmH!" She blushes and looks off nervously. "But I want to make you f-feel . . . g-good too . . ." Arthur presses a metal finger to Visell lips to silence her suspicions before softly pushing her over and perching over her- barring down with her ice glare. "Surrender all your control to me and repose, enjoy it, Symown." Visell blushes and her eyes trail off. "Okay, if you're sure . . . but " Visell is silenced again by Arthur's soft, lips trailing up her neck, Her look of concern fades as her eyes scrunch in ecstasy. Arthur's lips trail up to her ear. Visell riles her neck to give Arthur as much access as possible, little moans escape her slackened mouth. Her face reddens from hearing Arthur's soft panting in her ears. "It's better this way, Symown" Arthur whispers in Visell's ear. Visell's eyes cast to the side in concern, she sighs a little. "No . . . no going past 2nd base- promise?" Arthur snickers
"As you wish."