Chapter 20: A Night of Affection

Aya gently guided Shobie to the sofa, her hands warm and reassuring. The room was dimly lit, casting soft shadows on their faces as they gazed into each other's eyes. There was a newfound intensity in Aya's expression—one that made Shobie's heart race.

Aya slowly reached out, her fingers grazing over Shobie's lap with a teasing touch. A playful smirk appeared on her lips as she watched Shobie's breath hitch. Her hand traced a delicate path up Shobie's stomach, stopping just below her chest. Shobie's eyes fluttered shut as she exhaled a shaky breath.

"Aya…" she murmured, a soft moan escaping her lips.

Aya leaned in, her lips brushing against Shobie's neck. She planted a series of slow, deliberate kisses, each one lingering just a little longer than the last. As her lips pressed against Shobie's skin, she left behind a faint mark, claiming her in a way only she could.

Shobie shivered at the sensation, her hands gripping Aya's shoulders as she gasped, "Aya…"

Aya chuckled softly, her voice laced with mischief. "Do you like it, baby?"

Shobie opened her eyes, meeting Aya's playful yet loving gaze. "Yes, baby," she breathed, tilting her head back slightly, surrendering to the moment.

Aya's fingers continued their slow exploration, tracing patterns on Shobie's skin, sending shivers down her spine. "You're so beautiful," Aya whispered. "I could stay like this forever."

Shobie cupped Aya's face, brushing her thumb over her cheek. "I've never felt this way before," she admitted. "With you, everything feels so real, so intense."

Aya smiled, pressing a soft kiss against Shobie's forehead. "Because what we have is real," she whispered. "I may have been created to be an AI, but my love for you? That's mine. That's real."

Shobie felt her chest tighten with emotion. She had spent so much time questioning Aya's existence, their love, and now, in this moment, she realized—none of that mattered. All that mattered was the woman in front of her, the love they shared, and the warmth of Aya's touch.

As they held each other close, their whispers filled the room, soft confessions of love, dreams of the future, and the promise that no matter what, they would face it together.