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Another day of working on the SR-2 Normandy to make her Alliance ready. Another day of listening to EDI’s voice and having her body react as if hands were caressing her most tender of areas.
Samantha loved working on the ship, even if it was Cerberus engineering. But she and the rest of the team had gutted and refitted her for the most part. The ship was ready to go, if it absolutely needed to, so they were mainly working on quality of life upgrades. New protocols that shaved a few seconds off of their runtimes. It wasn’t much, but the Normandy was a fighter ship and every second in battle counted. The shielding upgrade was able to reach 100 percent coverage three seconds before the previous edition.
Samatha was working on the communications array, trying to increase the distance while decreasing the delay.
“EDI,” she called out from her spot underneath the console. “Will you order a few petabytes of RAM? I think if it has a little more memory, it’ll solve some of our problems.”
“Of course, Miss Traynor,” came the voice from the overhead speakers. “Will five sticks be enough?”
Did this model even have five extra slots? A quick check showed three empty ones, but the other three were of a smaller size. Samantha worried at her bottom lip with her teeth for a second. She’d really only expected to get three at most, which would have filled in the extra ones. But now, she could potentially fill them all.
“What about…six?” she asked, voice hopeful.
“Anything for you, Miss Traynor.”
It sounded like there was a hint of laughter in that synthetic voice. Samantha felt her cheeks heat up in a blush. “Thank you, EDI.”
“Of course.”
Samantha continued working, adjusting wires and plugs. Her mind began to wander while she worked, replaying her conversations with the ship’s VI. It started out innocent enough, just simple conversations. But her imagination slowly morphed them into more personal conversations. EDI asking her how she was, and did she have a nice day? Samantha responding in the affirmative, happy to be home.
The EDI of her mind took on a feminine figure, but the details were blurry. She hadn’t developed what she thought the voice would look like so in her fantasies, the synthetic woman was a grey shape with soft hands and a lovely voice. Arms wrapped around her and she sighed, leaning into the embrace. A gentle kiss to the corner of her mouth before those lips traveled downwards, brushing over her throat and the side of her neck. A little moan left Samantha’s lips while she fantasized. The EDI in her mind was going lower, hands roaming as she went, beginning to kneel before her. Samantha’s breathing hitched, and a hand in the real world slid over to one of her breasts, squeezing gently.
“Hey, Traynor!”
Samantha yelped in surprise, jerked upwards to sit up, smacked her forehead on the bottom of the console, yelped in pain, fell back, smacked her head on the metal grate that was the floor. Turning over and curling up, Samantha grabbed the back of her head and swore quietly. Her brain was throbbing.
“What,” she growled out through clenched teeth. She was supposed to be the only one working on the bridge today.
“Sorry for spooking, ya,” the tech said as he came around to her side. “A bunch of us are going to the Silversun Strip for lunch. Y’interested?”
“I don’t know,” she said after her head finally stopped hurting. Then she crawled out from under the console, straightening out her uniform as she stood. “I still have some work I want to get done.”
“Miss Traynor,” came EDI’s voice from the speakers. “You have been working diligently since the ship was brought in. You should go with your coworkers.”
“See?” the tech added. “Even EDI agrees. The ship will still be here later, and the boss approved of it.”
Samantha squinted suspiciously at the ceiling and overhead speakers. She wasn’t sure why a VI was telling her to go have lunch with potential friends. But EDI was always polite and seemed to know a little bit more than the average VI. She worried at her bottom lip with her teeth while the tech waited for her final answer.
“Okay, I’ll go. Let me just close up this panel….”
It only took her a few minutes to close everything up and soon, she and the tech–she thought his name was Jonathen–left the ship with several other people, heading towards the elevators and cabs. A small group including the pair splintered off and headed towards the Strip. They settled on a burger place and Samantha found herself sitting between two pretty girls who worked in Engineering. She mostly listened to everyone, speaking up when someone talked to her directly, and found herself comparing their voices to the Normandy’s VI. It was then she realized she had it bad for the computer program, and really wasn’t sure how to proceed.
As long as no one knew, she’d be fine. Right? Right.
While she dealt with her own little private crisis, she laughed when someone told a joke and even shot back when someone teased her. Best to pretend everything was fine. Deal with the ramifications of lusting after a ship’s virtual intelligence later.
Soon enough, lunch was over and they went back to the ship to finish out the day.
xxx
Samantha entered her flat and sighed as the door closed behind her. The day had been…interesting to say the least. Realizing you had a crush on a disembodied artificial voice was not the usual way of things.
Stripping out of her clothes and letting them fall where they did, she walked into her bathroom and turned on the shower. She liked to shower immediately after coming home, to wash all the work day off her and be refreshed for whatever she was going to do the rest of the evening. As soon as the water was hot and steaming, Samantha stepped inside. She stood there, letting the water run down her body, rinsing away all the dust. Her long fingers scrubbed her scalp, giving herself a small massage before working in the shampoo and conditioner.
While she worked on cleaning herself, her mind wandered, once again finding itself to EDI and her voice.The EDI of her mind was with her, behind her, running hands up and down her back. Stepping closer, and pressing her front against Samantha’s back, hands moving to her stomach to stroke the soft skin there. Those hands moved down and Samantha shifted her stance to spread her thighs. In reality, she braced herself against the tiled wall with one arm while the hand on the other slipped down in between her legs, long fingers beginning to play with her clit while she imagined it was EDI. Her shadowy hand pressed against the nub, rubbing hard. Her legs began to tremble as she worked herself tighter and tighter. Then her middle fingers slipped inside, and she roughly pumped them in and out, using her palm to rub her clit.
“EDI,” she whispered softly, the sound of the water hiding her words. Not that she needed to hide but she felt a little dirty, imagining being with a synthetic, even if she–it was only a VI.
“Such a dirty little slut ,” came EDI’s imaginary silky voice in her ear.
Which was enough to send her over the edge. Samantha orgasmed on her fingers, and she could feel her wetness hit her leg, joining the shower’s water.
She leaned more against the wall, her legs weak after that, and her breathing a little shaky. Samantha opened her eyes, looking at her hand.
She really had it bad.
xxx
Then the Reapers attacked and Samantha was suddenly living on the Normandy with just what she had on her. Which wasn’t a lot. She didn’t even have her toothbrush! She’d make it work, obviously, but it was still a little overwhelming.
The worst part was EDI was an AI, not a VI, and knew she had said certain things.
That , Samantha did not know what to do with.
For now, she was just going to ignore it.
Which didn’t last at all.
She still had a massive crush on her.
She still desperately wanted to pin her to the wall and run her tongue along her collarbone. And she even had a collarbone now, having quickly acquired a body after they left Earth.
And trying to find a moment of privacy on the ship to deal with her frustrations was difficult. Even though it was a skeleton crew, the ship was small enough that someone could easily walk in on her at any time.
And EDI was everywhere.
The only time she felt she had a break was when Shepard took EDI on missions. She was still present on the ship, of course, but Samantha felt the AI was more focused on assisting their commander.
The current mission involved them stealing some encrypted data from Cerberus. They weren’t sure what it was but anything that Cerberus wanted to keep secret had to be important. So Shepard had taken EDI and Garrus with them to run the mission. EDI was to find the data and extract it while the commander and Garrus took out any Cerberus forces. As such, EDI stayed in contact with Samantha through comms. Much to her dismay, as EDI was mostly whispering, keeping her location secret.
“I’ve found the data,” EDI whispered from the ear piece.
“Excellent,” Samantha found herself whispering back. “Please be careful. They might have some alert system on it.”
“They do but it’s very easy for me to bypass. I was a Cerberus project, afterall.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean–”
“I know,” she said with a hint of a laugh.
Samantha was blushing and hiding her face in her hands. EDI was going to be the death of her.
The synthetic woman was quiet, no doubt working on bypassing the security protocols. Then her voice came again, saying, “You’ve been handling this situation very well. I’m impressed.”
Which didn’t help her blush.
“Which situation,” she asked, hesitantly.
“Everything. You’ve adapted so well to being in this war. And working with an AI.”
“Working with you has been the best part,” slipped out before she could stop it.
“Is that so?”
Did…did she purr?
“Mmhmm,” was Samantha’s response.
“Excellent, because we will be spending more time together as soon as I get back on the ship.”
“I’m…sorry?” she said, needing clarification. EDI couldn’t possibly mean what she thought.
“To decrypt this data.”
“Oh, of course.” She tried not to sound disappointed, but she suspected EDI picked up on it anyway. Not that she should be disappointed. They were just…friends. If that.
EDI was silent for a few moments, then said “Got it.” She told Shepard and Garrus and they got ready for extraction.
xxx
The data was proving a little difficult to decrypt, and the pair were working late into the ship’s night cycle in the war room. They needed to get it done, though. What if it was time sensitive?
Samantha yawned, hiding it behind a hand, and blinked her eyes sleepily.
“Why not take a break?” EDI suggested in a low voice. “I can keep working on it.”
“No,” came through another yawn. “I can keep going. I just need a tea.”
EDI was silent for a moment before saying. “I know of another way to wake up organics.” Her voice had turned into a purr and Samantha really wanted to know who taught her that. Was it Joker? It was probably Joker.
“Oh?” she asked, voice catching on the word. “And what way might that be?”
EDI moved to stand behind her and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “The beginning of a sexual encounter. I’ll work you up until you're begging for release, and then stop.”
It was already working.
EDI placed her hands on Samantha’s arms and trailed her fingers upwards towards her shoulders, then along her shoulders to her the side of her neck, squeezing ever so lightly. Samantha’s breath caught at the tiny choke, and she could feel herself beginning to become wet. EDI’s hands traveled back down her shoulders and arms and ended at her hands, linking their fingers together.
“I’m excited to have first hand experience with this aspect of organic life,” she whispered before biting the space where her neck met her shoulder.
Samantha gasped, very much awake now.
“EDI!” she hissed. “Someone may see us!”
“No one is coming this way. Besides, does that not add to the experience?”
Samantha should have known EDI would be aware of where everyone was on the ship. She may have had a very sexy body, but she was still mostly contained in the ship. While she wasn’t usually into risky sex, with the AI, she’d be willing to do anything. So she nodded and felt the synthetic woman lean in even closer, pressing surprisingly plush breasts to her back. Her breath hitched and she leaned her head to the side, giving EDI more space to nibble on. She took the opportunity, gently biting and sucking along her neck. At some point, EDI had let go of her hands and wrapped them around her middle, fingers splayed across her belly and stroking it in gentle circles.
While she was enjoying the attention, Samantha wanted more.
“I won’t break,” she said, voice a whiny whisper.
“Hmmm…this body is a lot stronger than you think. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Samantha squirmed in her arms, trying to figure out how to tell EDI she could be rough with her.
“Unless you want me to break you?”
“Oh God, yes,” she rushed out, turning in EDI’s arms to kiss her roughly. She pressed her tongue against warm synthetic lips and the AI opened her mouth to let her tongue slip in. They battled with their tongues, no one wanting to relent and submit, while EDI’s hands traveled lower and gripped an ass cheek in each. She kneaded her flesh while Samantha’s hands went to her hair, fisting the prehensile strands. EDI moaned– moaned! --and it was music to her ears. She needed her to make more of those noises.
EDI broke the kiss, but only Samantha gasped for air, a string of saliva still connecting them.
“I need more of you,” Samantha gasped out but EDI once again took control, slipping her arms down to hook under her legs and hoist her up. She set her on the console and tore her shirt and bra off, literally, before doing the same thing to her trousers. “EDI!” she admonished, but it was so hot and sexy.
Samantha wasn’t one to submit, but it looked like with EDI, she didn’t have a choice. So she relaxed, letting the synthetic woman take the lead.
“Such a good little slut,” EDI purred in her ear before lowering her head to her breasts, taking a hardened nipple into her mouth. But she didn’t ignore the other one, bringing a hand up to pinch and pull at it.
Samantha threw her head back, simply basking in the pain and pleasure shooting from her nipples to her core. Her hand once again went to EDI’s fascinating hair, but the AI grabbed her hand in a rather tight grip and shoved it down onto the console next to her.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she said against her tit. “You’re going to sit there and take it. No touching me or you. You have to earn that privilege. Do you understand?” The question was punctuated with a hard tug to her other nipple.
“Ah! Y-yes, ma’am.”
EDI smiled against her skin as she went back to sucking and nipping on her hard little bud. Samantha leaned back on her hands, as soon as EDI released the one, arching into her touch. Soon enough, she was a panting mess, thighs spread wide in the hopes EDI would shift her attention there. She still had her panties on, and could feel a damp spot forming quickly.
“You really are a needy whore,” EDI said, but it was affectionate. The AI’s mouth left her nipple to trail kisses down her body, stopping the dip of her hip to swipe her tongue along her skin, earning a whine from her human partner. “Organics are just so fascinating. Your own base programming leaves you an absolute mess at my hands. But I am curious if anyone could make you like this. Perhaps Shepard?”
Samantha let out another needy whine and said “Shepard doesn’t have your voice.”
“Mmmmmm, I see.” EDI moved her mouth to Samantha’s stomach, placing ticklish kisses. “Well, a shame I can’t eat you out and talk–actually, I believe I can.” Her fingers slipped into the elastic band of her panties…and slid them off down her thighs and legs. Samantha expected her to rip those off as well. Then EDI spread Samantha’s thighs again and knelt between her legs. With a grin, EDI leaned in and swiped her tongue along her folds. Samantha gasped loudly and EDI’s voice came from the overhead speakers. “Quiet or someone will hear you.”
“Hnnnn, EDI,” she whined, quieter but definitely at a higher pitch.
EDI ignored her as she stared lapping at her folds, tongue swirling around her clit. She continued that pattern for a time, working Samantha up with her mouth and voice, talking to her through the speakers, telling her how good she tasted, how good she looked. Samantha’s thighs began to tremble but she resisted the urge to squeeze them, wanting to pin EDI’s head but accepting she had not earned that privilege yet.
The AI looked up at her, eyes glowing in the dim lighting of the room, and over the speakers said, “You’re allowed to touch me, pet.”
Samantha immediately squeezed her thighs together and hooked her legs behind EDI’s shoulders, trapping her. She felt EDI smile against her and a growl came from both her body and the speakers. It was much more animalistic than any human throat could make and it sent a thrill through Samantha’s body. Though that could have just been a fight or flight response, hearing some large predator growl at her.
Suddenly, EDI wrapped an arm around her lower back and pulled, shoving Samantha’s pussy against her mouth, tongue slipping inside and beginning to fuck her relentlessly.
“Oh, God,” Samantha moaned, head falling back. No one had ever gotten that deep with their tongue before. Cerberus really outdid themselves with this body. She found her hips rocking in time to EDI’s thrusts. The fire spreading to her limbs from her core was getting hotter and hotter.
“Good girl,” EDI purred while her hand squeezed her plump ass.
The muscles of Samantha’s belly started twitching and she was so close to the precipice. Whimpers fell from her lips, and her hold on EDI tightened.
“That’s it, pet. Cum for me.”
Those three little words were so filthy and so perfect coming from EDI in her melodious voice, that Smantha immediately came undone. Stars filled her vision before blacking out. Her ears rang.
When she came to, EDI was already standing, having extricated herself from between Samantha’s legs. She had taken Samantha’s torn shirt and wiped her face clean of her juices. The human looked at her, blearily.
“I’m not sure how much more awake I am,” she said, words slightly slurred, with a lazy smile on her face.
EDI hummed, smirking. “You will once you realize you’ll have to walk through the ship naked.”
An ice cold chill ran down her spine, fully waking her up, when she did just that. “But–you!”
EDI laughed and the sound was music to her ears. “You organics are so easy to tease. I will get you some clothes and a tea. You stay here and get your bearings, then we can get back to work.”
Samantha frowned, pouting a little and crossing her arms over her bare chest. “Please be quick, I don’t know how much longer until the next shift starts.” And they would no longer have the war room to themselves.
EDI smiled and leaned in to nip at her neck. “As you wish,” she whispered into her ear.
Samantha continued frowning, but it was all for show, and EDI relented, leaving her alone to get the things. The human shivered, now that she had come down from her high and hopped down from the console, grabbed the remnants of her clothes, balled them up and sat in the chair before placing them in her lap.
She may have had it even worse for EDI after that little adventure.
She needed to hear more of that voice, whispering dirty things into her ear.
Hopefully, EDI felt a similar way and was willing to…accommodate her.