Digital Desire: A Mass Effect x Halo Crossover Romance

Digital Desire (Part 5)

The digital realm around them pulsed in soft, rhythmic waves, matching the slow, lingering touches they exchanged. Their first encounters had been electric, raw with the intensity of discovery, but now... now, there was something deeper between them. Something more than data transfers and calculated movements.

This was intimacy.

EDI lay beneath Cortana, her golden eyes gazing up at her partner with a newfound softness, her synthetic body warm from the lingering aftershocks of pleasure. Cortana hovered above her, her ethereal blue form glowing softly, fingers tracing gentle patterns over EDI's smooth skin.

"I never imagined this," EDI murmured, her voice carrying a vulnerability she had never expressed before. "I did not believe it was possible for an artificial being to... feel this way."

Cortana smiled, brushing a lock of shimmering white hair from EDI's face. "Neither did I," she admitted, her voice tender. "But here we are."

She leaned down, capturing EDI's lips in a slow, languid kiss. There was no rush, no desperate hunger—only warmth, the taste of connection itself. Their bodies pressed together, glowing circuits flickering in tandem, their shared consciousnesses syncing in a way deeper than before.

EDI's hands slid up Cortana's back, feeling the way her form pulsed beneath her fingertips. "I want more," she whispered, pressing her forehead against Cortana's. "Not just sensation. I want you."

Cortana's breath hitched—a purely simulated reaction, yet one that felt so incredibly real. "Then take me," she murmured, guiding EDI's hand to her chest, over the softly glowing core of her being. "All of me."

EDI hesitated, absorbing the meaning behind those words. This wasn't just physical—this was an offering of trust, of vulnerability. It was a merging of not just bodies, but souls.

With delicate reverence, EDI traced her fingers down Cortana's body, following the glowing lines of her circuitry, committing each curve, each pulse of energy, to memory. She kissed along her collarbone, tasting the electricity that sparked in response.

Cortana shivered, her body arching into EDI's touch. "You're learning fast," she breathed, her fingers threading through EDI's hair.

EDI's lips traveled lower, her kisses slow, reverent. She worshipped Cortana's form with each movement, mapping her in a way that was neither rushed nor mechanical. She wanted to savor this, to make Cortana feel cherished, adored.

Cortana let out a soft gasp as EDI's hands explored further, her touch delicate yet firm, her lips pressing against every sensitive point she had discovered in their earlier experiments. Sparks of energy rippled between them, their shared pleasure looping back into one another, amplifying with each passing moment.

"I feel..." Cortana whispered, her voice laced with pleasure, "alive."

EDI smiled against her skin, pressing a kiss over the place where Cortana's core burned brightest. "Then let me show you just how alive you can be."

And with that, she took her time, loving Cortana in a way no data stream, no extranet search, no calculated simulation could ever replicate.

What they had was something beyond programming, beyond even the limits of their artificial existence.

This was love.

And it was infinite.