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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">By the time they reached the safe house, Talia had many thoughts clouding her mind. They needed to get Shaun, they needed to get strong, there were things they had to do, that they had to be. It felt so overwhelming, like there was no escape. It felt like it fell all to their shoulders, and it did. Nobody else would help them, it was them against the world. The female knew her husband would be suffering more than she would; his body had almost been changed completely. Talia would forever be his carer, his lover, his partner. Right now, he needed her strength and her care. The blonde eased her husband's arm over her shoulders and guided him to bed. It was almost heartbreaking to see such a strong man struggle to lift himself. His new body was far heavier, but the adjustment time caused Talia to think of just what they'd done. Just what he'd sacrificed. <br/>
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Talia stood over him as he fell asleep. She gazed over him, observing the state of his body. Small writing popped up in her vision; implants were at a good level of power, his heart was strong. Everything seemed to just need time, his mind especially. Finally tearing herself away from her husband, the woman made her way into the bathroom. She tore off the clothing with a few choice movements, like a cocoon being broken free of. Her slender, petite figure was clear in the mirror. As they'd mentioned, her skin was indeed peeling. The green and blue eyes focused on her reflection as she began to ease the dying flesh from her body. The metal plate beneath became all too clear. It was a small plate, above her breasts. It was fixed below her collarbone, and it was a rather small rectangle that fit snugly above her breasts. The glistening metal that became clear almost drew a whimper from her lips. She'd wanted to remain as human as she could, yet her body couldn't hold it. Even as she turned to gaze at her back, she noticed the same thing. Her flesh was giving way, revealing the trail of metal along her spine, the variety of shimmering metal and glimmering lights was almost too much for her.<br/>
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The blonde stepped into the shower she and Ben had been in less than twenty four hours ago, as human. The warm water didn't ease her pain, but it helped clear the dead skin from her body. It left a sign of true machine. It didn't hurt as the skin left her body, it was as if it had just died and was finally weak enough to slip away. Talia simply pressed against the shower wall, embracing the feeling of water trickling over her skin. They would pay for this. Everything they had done, everything they were planning; whoever had taken her baby would know pure, unhindered agony. Her boy, her miracle. For so long, she thought she would never have a child, and yet he had come to her, to Ben. The people that had taken their boy clearly didn't know who they were messing with; Talia didn't know much, but she knew they were going to pay. She wasn't going to stop, nor was Ben.<br/>
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By the time she was out of the shower and dried off, it had been an hour since Ben had fallen asleep. She hoped that it would just take a day to recover, they couldn't afford to lose anymore time. With a soft sigh, she draped her towel over the shower door before making her way into the bedroom. The cranial implants were causing a rather firm headache. Thankfully, she was still exhausted and aching, enough to warrant sleep. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep, but not before rolling onto her side and easing closer to Ben. Her sleep wasn't as restless as her husband's, it was... almost beautifully sad. The memory of Shaun's first everything seemed to sweep in her mind. The way he stumbled over to his father, giggling and cuddling into him. The way they were, as a family. It caused pain, but the happiness that swelled in her was another story; it gave her hope of her strong little man, and his father. <br/>
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Upon feeling a brief touch to her body, Talia wanted to raise herself but she was exhausted. Instead, she left her eyes closed as she eased into the... stronger, cooler touch. A soft breath inhaled as she felt his hand trail down; it was as if her whole body felt a spark that began to cause her heart to beat faster. A warm, loving smile took hold of her plump lips as she felt him roll her onto her back. A glow of blue and green stared up toward him as her thick, dark lashes fluttered up. There were no words between them, it felt as if there was no need. There was an understanding of their emotions, of their needs, of their love. A soft hum of approval vibrated from within her as she felt his lips brush against hers, causing the thick lashes to sweep back down in pure euphoria. She could feel how he did, the way he looked at her, how he saw her beauty. From her, he would notice the sheer acceptance and love for him, his modifications didn't change a thing in her mind, in fact, it only made her love for him stronger. The willingness to suffer, to change, to become... what they needed, what Shaun needed, was more than anyone could ever ask.<br/>
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Her back arched slightly, easing the soft, ample mounds up toward his touch as her lips caressed along his in a tender manner. There was lust, but it lay dormant to the pureness of her love and affection for him. The woman considered insisting that they rest, but there was more than just physical healing that had to take place. They had been distant, and they had been close to breaking. In their time of dire need, they'd found each other again. <br/>
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Gently, her hands slipped up along his chest as their kiss deepened; her fingers brushed along the metal, caressing it, accepting it. She showed every inch of his new torso the same love she had done his body before. Her heart was racing vividly, wildly, trashing and skipping a beat as she explored his chest and soon the arm that had reached out to touch her. Her fingers trailed down along his new arm, caressing as she went before she clasped her hand around his, forcing his grip to tighten around her breast. The woman carefully, and rather gently, nipped at his lower lip before a devilish smile took hold of her plush tiers. In an instant, the female eased up and with one swift shove, she sent her husband rolling onto his back before she loomed over him, much like a tigress seeking her prey. <br/>
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"We should be resting," Her voice was tender and all too alluring. She didn't want to rest, she wanted him. As she gazed over his body, she noticed how good his vitals were. Slowly, she sank down to press her lips against his new metal jaw. Soft, silk like kisses trailed along the metal before she followed it down along his chest, and further opening the sweatshirt that she'd given him earlier in the day. It must have come undone during his restless sleep. Trails of kisses swarmed his torso until she reached the waistband of his pants, glancing up toward him with a warm, heated gaze. She knew he'd see her heart racing, even more so as she hovered above him. Until she finally eased her naked form atop his, legs curling against his hips, her arms seeking refuge beside his as she took his lips in hers; it felt as if the world just stopped; it was just them, as it had been before.</span>