Sheldon led her through the lab to the door at the back, which led into his small bedroom/kitchen. Leading her to the bed, he turned to her and began to gently take off her clothing.

He lifted her shirt over her head, exposing her chest. She didn't need a bra, because her plasmium breasts needed no extra support.

"Sheldon," she gasped softly as he ran his hands over her exposed nipples. He felt himself begin to swell again. Despite having designed her entire body himself, he looked at her as though for the first time. There was something so much more wonderful about it now that she was awake and animating the metal and plasmium structure. She leaned forward, pressing her lips to his and he moaned loudly into her mouth.

She reeled back momentarily, "Did I hurt you?" she asked, concern in her eyes.

"No. Sometimes people moan when they feel a lot of pleasure... you know what?" he said, a sly glint coming into his eyes, "Why don't I show you?"

She looked very confused again, but allowed him to guide her onto the bed. He shrugged out of his lab coat and climbed on top of her, tracing her body with his hands and lowering his lips to hers. She leaned her body into his hands, relishing the new sensations. She felt his lips leave hers and begin to trace a warm, wet trail down her jaw to her neck. He slowly slid down her pants and underwear with one hand as he used the other to caress her breast, slowly lowering his lips to the pink nipple.

She gasped at the feeling of his lips and tongue on her delicate skin, and was surprised to feel the sensations traveling from her breasts to the new mound between her legs, pooling like liquid heat. Her pleasure doubled as he moved to kiss the other breast, using his thumb to caress the one he'd left behind.

She lifted her hands up and broke the rubber band holding back his hair before snaking her fingers through his long black locks. They felt so soft, even softer than hers had been, and smooth. She gently massaged his scalp as he began to kiss his way slowly down her stomach. The farther down he went, the more intense the feelings became. She felt her hips involuntarily lift against his hand as he lightly cupped the new mound of curls, and he looked up into her eyes as he slid two fingers between the slick folds.

She wanted to stare back at him, to see that look of sheer love on his face as he caressed her, but his touch sent feelings like velvet electricity coursing through her veins, and she lay her head back against the pillow. She moaned as he caressed her folds and finally slid his fingers into a channel she didn't know she'd had. It felt amazing, especially after he lowered his lips to her folds and began to caress her with his tongue. He found a small nob at the peak of her folds where a pleasure node lay beneath her skin and caressed it with his lips and tongue, sucking on it gently as he pumped his fingers into her slick opening. She couldn't think any more. All she could do was feel his touch and caress his scalp in rhythm with the movement of his fingers. She moaned his name, feeling a pressure building deep within her body.

"Sheldon!..." she moaned, and she lay gasping as he pulled his fingers out of her body and began making his way back up. He slid off the bed, quickly shedding his remaining clothes before moving to hover back over her body. She watched him, marveling at how strange yet fascinating body moved toward her. There was a stiff length of swollen flesh coming from his body in the same place as her mound of curls, and something... perhaps something in the new program from her upgrade... made her stomach feel fluttery at the sight of it. In a few moments, he hovered above her, his torso nearly parallel with her own.

"Jenny, I love you," he whispered, pressing his forehead to hers and gazing into her eyes.

She didn't know whether to smile or cry as emotion flooded through her drives, "I love you too, Sheldon."

"Are you ready? We don't have to do this..." he said gently, stroking her face. She cut him off with a kiss.

"I'm ready, Sheldon," she said with a smile, even though she didn't know exactly what she was ready for.

He ran his hand down her body and guided his length so that he was just above her opening. He leaned down to kiss her as he slid himself in.

The sensation was so intense that she lost the ability to think momentarily. The first thing she became aware of was a rhythm, each pulse sending waves of pleasure into her body, each one sticking in her core, building the pressure. She moaned and began to push back against him. She opened her eyes and marveled at the look on his face. They both gasped for breath as he reached down and locked his arms beneath her legs, lifting them up so he could thrust deeper into her core. As the angle shifted, she felt his length hitting another, more powerful pleasure node, and she found herself screaming his name as she writhed against his hips.

The tension in her abdomen was becoming unbearable, and she twisted her fingers in the sheets, seeking something to ground her. Suddenly, whatever was holding the pressure there broke, and wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over her body, momentarily blacking out all her other senses as she screamed his name.

When she became aware of her surroundings again, he was lying across her body, his head buried in her shoulder as he gasped for breath. She wrapped her arms around him and stroked his back, noting that he was drenched with sweat.

"What... was that?" she asked between gulps of air.

"I believe... that was... an orgasm..." he said, sounding very satisfied with himself, and he lifted his head to look at her with the biggest grin she'd ever seen him manage.

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They lay there in his bed, nearly asleep, reveling in the warmth that followed their love making, when a thought occurred to her, "Sheldon, does this mean we're going to be together forever?" she asked.

"I hope so," he said, nuzzling her neck.

"And we'll get married?" she asked.

"Yeah. With the dress and the flowers and all that stuff," he said happily.

"What if you want to have children?" she asked, suddenly feeling very sad at the thought that he might want something she couldn't give him.

"That's easy. We can either adopt a child... or I can build us a robot one. Whichever you prefer," he said with a chuckle, "Little XJ10. We can call her Jamie."

Jenny just smiled and pressed herself further into his arms. This was love.

So that's it. Let me know what you think.