Agent on the Run

She was female so I diabolically used it against her to further convince her, "You could take my soap here and go wash off and wear this spare shirt of mine, while your clothes dry. It's a good chance to freshen up some."

Those were the deciding words it seemed. She abruptly stood up and turned two dials on her sides that I hadn't noticed before. The stiff body armor fell to her feet as loose and flexible as a bed sheet, as the electric charge that had held it conformed to her de-initialized.

Flicker's face was the color red, as my eyes traced up her smoothly muscled thighs to the tight shorts she wore on up to her tight T-shirt. I stood up and walked around the fire to her, as she watched me come toward her warily.

Her T-shirt had little rips and snags all over it, "Is it hard to get this off by yourself?"

She looked away her eyes emotional, as she nodded.

"I'll help you if you want." I offered slowly.

She looked back to me her eyes turbulent, but she didn't say no. I brought the T-shirt away from her, as I grasped one cool metal alloyed arm and pushed it down through the whole of the sleeve and then the other arm. Not sure if I wasn't going too far I grasped the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over her head.

She had a full chest bound within the confines of a sports bra that showed prominently with the rapid rise and fall of her breathing. We were both breathing hard. I soaked in the sight of her near nakedness and wished that the sports bra and the shorts were gone to. I was getting ahead of myself, but it was hard not to.

"Be kind Utah. Be kind."

I took the mentoring words whispered into my consciousness to heart and my passion turned to concern, as I noticed something I hadn't in my former passioned gaze upon her. Her skin was so white that I hadn't noticed the deeper white of the scar lines.

I touched her bare shoulders and ran my fingers down her upper arms feeling the raised outlines of skin, until near where metal and tissue were fused together above the elbow the buried lines came up out of the surface of her skin to reveal fiber-optic like cords that plugged into her artificial arms. Glancing down I let my hand run down over the skin of her toned belly, but there were no scars. On her sides however they were deep scar furrow after furrow that edged around from her back to head downward to slip beneath the band of her shorts, only to reappear flaring around her whole thigh to come out of the surface in a meshed array of cords that fused into the artificial legs just as it did at her upper arms.