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[psl] Church/Tex reunion

There are several choices for Tex after she crash-landed at Valhalla. She knows that Maine is pursuing her, and she knows her presence in combination with Omega and Gamma being there as well will draw him there. No one can account for the choices we make. In most cases she would have chosen to stay there, face him, and fight, yet there's one thought that keeps running through her mind, and that's Church's complete vulnerability.

She has no idea about the fact that the time distortion unit caused it to take a year for the ship to crash. She just absconds as soon as the ship is down. She makes her way back to Blood Gulch. She tells herself it's just exploratory, just to check on him, make sure things are okay, but she finds that he's gone. How can he be gone? She roots through the computer systems there, figures out it's been much longer than could ever make sense, and finds Church's relocation orders.

And so she's gone again, traveling with her invisibility on to avoid drawing Maine's attention. She reaches the base Church had been assigned to only to find that it's crumbling, the wall damaged. At least that makes infiltrating easy. She doesn't trust that he won't have some kind of protection—Flowers is dead, but surely the Director intends to keep him under guard. So she enters the base and stalks around, intending to kill anyone she finds inside besides Church, but there's no one. No one at all.

This is weird. He must be under surveillance, she thinks. She needs to meet up with him, but she needs for it to be without the Director knowing, so she exits the base and sets a charge off in the rocks outside. The plan is for him to notice the explosion and to go investigate. She positions herself behind the barrier there and materializes, waiting.

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"God, you're such a girl," she says, rolling her eyes, but she seems pleased about it, too. She wishes things could be easier between them, that she didn't have to leave in the morning, but he doesn't really seem to mind that much, either. He's just happy to have her here now.

She doesn't know what to expect from this situation, but she supposes she'll just let Church take the lead and allow him to have whatever amount of affection he wants, if that's what he wants. She figures he does, though.

Church laughs.

“Well, you were always the manliest one out of the two of us.”

Which, even though he likes it, has embarrassed him a lot. It’s hard liking a woman stronger and tougher than you in a canyon full of military dudebros, especially when you’re at least kinda one yourself. And especially when Tucker is there, being such a ladies man, talking about all the chicks he wants to - and believes he can - pick up. It really gnaws at Church’s masculinity, though he really wishes it didn’t, wishes that he could be more comfortable with himself and how he compares to Tex.

But, alas, Tex is the one with the self-assuredness here, not him.

"Don't forget it, either," she says, smirking and poking him in the chest with one finger. She's not thinking about much beyond the fact that she has to leave him soon, not thinking about their history or Church's perceived memories he has of her. She failed him once and she doesn't intend to do it again. That's what she's focusing on.

“I assure you I won’t,” Church says, a laugh in his voice. “You make it really hard to forget.”

Especially after their romantic history had led Caboose to describe Church as a ‘gay robot.’ And if he wasn’t still kinda weirded out by seeing Tex in a double of his body, he would realize that he is a bi robot. But as it is, he is not ready to realize that yet.

"Hey, can't have you going off thinking you're the one who wears the pants." She doesn't bother to disabuse him of the notion they're together. They had been tightly knit once in a way he doesn't understand, and the fact that he doesn't remember it right is almost something that she takes as a matter of course now.

“Yeah, I’d likely fuck it up,” Church says, laughing. “And you’re not someone who can be ordered around.”

Tex getting ordered around is almost unimaginable for Church, even though Tex, as a Freelancer, does sometimes get commanded to do things by the people higher up on the hierarchy and sometimes does them. It’s weird how that works but... somehow, that’s how it is.

"Yeah, and you know better than to try that," she says. "Good thing for you."

She's still smirking—Tex rarely smiles fully—and she lowers her hand from his chest, resting it on the bed.

Church then turns toward her, and says, “That’s ‘cause I like it better when you’re ordering me around.”

"See, that's why you shouldn't call me a bitch," she says. "Because you're my bitch."

She likes this new, closer positioning. It's dangerous too, though, because she's tempted to grab onto him. And if she grabs onto him it'll be harder to let go when she needs to.

Church grins.

“I like your reasoning there,” he says, amused and very pleased to hear Tex claiming him so blatantly.

Sure, there are plenty of other valid reasons not to call her a bitch but out of all of them, that one is his favourite and the most persuasive - even if the others are, objectively, better reasons than it is.

"It's solid reasoning, that's why," she says.

Her hand is lying on the bed between their chests, and she moves it so that her palm is flat against her breastbone. This is mostly to keep herself from moving it to encircle his back. Their faces are very close now. She doesn't want to encourage his obsession with her, but she does enjoy physical comfort—something she hasn't had in quite a long time. She finds herself studying his lips, tilting her head just a bit as if inviting a kiss.

Fuck it.

"Church?"

“Yeah?” Church asks, his voice soft.

He studies the new position she’s moved into with his eyes, thinking that if he just spends long enough looking at her and thinking about it, he’ll find out why she shifted into it. ‘Cause, to him, anyway, it seems like an odd one.

"God," she mutters, and closes the gap between them, moving her hand to his waist and going in for a firm kiss.

Church kisses her back eagerly and passionately. Though he expected it to be weird to be kissing another version of his own body, he finds that, ‘cause Tex is in it, it feels completely natural. He puts a hand on her waist and keeps it there, wanting even more contact with her than he already has.

His enthusiasm spurs on her own, and she presses her fingertips into his synthetic flesh, rubbing and even pinching a little. She didn't really mean to get into this situation with him, but she's not regretting it happening. She edges her tongue into his mouth with a sigh and gives into her desire to hook her leg over his, bending her knee and curling her foot around his calf.

Church lets out a moan, unable to stop himself. It feels really good, and he’s really glad that she’s touching him like this again. Glad that, whatever the nature of their relationship is, this is included in it.

He continues to kiss her, and yields easily and eagerly to her when she hooks her leg over his, letting her position herself however she wants to.

Church's memories are false, Tex knows better than anyone. Knows that no matter what he remembers, this is the first time they've been physical since their creation. Nevertheless, she herself has several impressions of what being with him is like, though they're confusing when she thinks about them too hard because the perspective seems to be flipped.

The moan is right in line with what she might expect, though, and she smirks. Pulls him up against her, wrapping her arm around his waist, curling her knee around his thigh now. She opens her mouth, kissing him loosely and passionately.

Tex hadn't thought to inspect these bodies before they entered into this situation, but she knows they're not designed for sexual activity. There's no hormones surging through their bodies, only memories and desires based in human expectations of what these bodies would be capable of experiencing. So what she would find, were she to go exploring, would be that these bodies have no body parts meant for sexual expression, just a fleshy lump where genitals might be. She hasn't discovered this yet, nor had a chance to think about how to work with that. For now she's just contenting herself with the kissing and clinging.

Church, however, has inspected his robot body and found it lacking in that area. It was hard not to check it out when Tucker was pulling on his - embarrassingly small - switch, after all. He doesn’t particularly care, though, as long as Tex keeps on kissing him. Sure, he’d like to go further but... it is Tex’s touch that he wants most of all.

But that doesn’t stop him from grinding his fleshy lump up against her fleshy lump as he kisses her, in a mimicry of what he’d do with his dick if he had it. It doesn’t quite feel the same, of course, but it’s nice just to do it, even still.

"Mmh," she mutters. With memories being involved, or some corruption of a memory anyway, that feels better than it has any right to. She knows what it feels like to get off, and though she'd prefer it if he had a dick and she had some place to put it...this'll work.

It kind of has to.

She tries to push him back on his back, and if he complies, she'll shove him down into the bed and continue kissing him, more roughly now, grinding down against him.

And Church does comply. It doesn’t even occur to him not to. She is Tex, after all, and he pretty much always is willing to do whatever she wants him to.

He continues kissing her and grinding up against her, seeking more of her and this strangely good sensation.

"Fuck," she says breathlessly. They don't even need to get undressed for this to work, really, they just need to continue frotting together like this, but his skin feels remarkably like real skin and she wants to feel his skin on hers. She starts tugging on the fastening on the undersuit at his neck, opening the front of his suit and running her hands down his chest.

Church puts his hands on the fastening of her undersuit in response, and waits to see how she responds to it. He knows she wants him but he’s not sure how much initiative he is allowed to take with this and how much to leave to her. Sure, she’s someone he knows well buut... they’ve never actually tried anything with bodies like these before and he doesn’t know how it goes when all the normal patterns, all the usual ways of doing things, are unavailable.

She yanks the front panel of his suit down to his waist.

"The fuck are you waiting for?" she says. Obviously he knows what she wants.

“I’m just nervous, that’s all,” he says, that emotion evident in his voice. “I mean, I don’t think it was clear, when you left, what the state of our relationship even was.”

He definitely knows that he’s described her both as his girlfriend and as his ex back in Blood Gulch, and he’s not sure he remembers which he described her as last. And he’s not sure which fits best either.

“And these bodies... they don’t work like our old ones so I don’t really know what to do with them either.”

He sighs.

“That’s why I’m hesitating.”

She looks down at him in disbelief. He's bringing this up now?

"Is it important right now?" she says. Actually, her tone makes it clear it's more of a demand. Because she's really putting herself out there doing this with him, and she was trying not to think too hard about those kinds of factors. It was going to be bad enough when she got to thinking too hard about it in the aftermath. Thinking too hard about it while trying to do the act—she might as well just suit back up and leave now.

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