[Omake] Sachimae Hold Hands All Day Long

No archive warnings apply, Sachiko/Maeko, Hoshinauts, Sachiko Cook, R. Maeko, Gynoid, Girls Love, Gynoid Love, Excessive Hand-Holding, Cozy, Fluffy, Lots of Suggestive Flirting, Yes I used the bathroom joke again, No I do NOT have a piss fetish

Still shaking off the fog of sleep, Sachiko stretched one arm over her head and arched her back. Pushing off the covers, she exposed her light pink pajamas to the world. Her smile deepened as she noticed her gynoid lover watching over her.

“Good morning.” Not yet sitting up, Sachiko extended her hand to Maeko. “You promised, remember?”

“I thought you were joking. You know this is a bad idea, right?” Despite her protest, Maeko gently laid her palm in Sachiko’s.

The contact caused only the briefest discomfort, like a spider tap dancing across her skin in spiked heels. A moment later, the pain faded away, leaving only an invigorating sensation. The perfect way to start the morning. Sachiko allowed herself to relish it for a few seconds before willing herself to ignore it.

As she stood, she wrapped her free arm around Maeko and gave her a not-so-quick morning kiss. “Here are the rules,” she said after she came up for breath. “First, Until I fall asleep tonight, you must hold at least one of my hands. Second, we can switch hands, but only for a good reason.”

“Like changing clothes for example?” Maeko reached towards Sachiko’s neckline and undid her top button.

“Hold on.” Sachiko placed her free hand over Maeko’s to stop her. “We’re supposed to cooperate on tasks like this. I’ll pull the fabric, you push the button through the hole.”

Ignoring Sachiko’s immature snickering, Maeko moved her fingers back to give Sachiko access to the buttonhole. “That wasn’t one of the rules.”

“It’s more fun this way.”

It took some fumbling to get it right the first time. Concerned that she might accidentally harm Sachiko with her grip strength, Maeko moved her fingers slowly. The second button was much easier.

“OK, switch,” Sachiko said. “You pull the fabric; I’ll push the button.”

“Why don’t I just rip them off in one go? I bet you’d like that.”

“I bet I would, but we’ve been doing a bit too much of that lately. Next supply shipment isn’t for a while, and if we keep going at our current pace, I’ll run out of things to wear.”

“That would be a tragedy.”

The last button undone, Sachiko rolled her shoulder back and Maeko pulled the sleeve off her arm. They then swapped hands so they could remove the other sleeve.

“This is inefficient,” Maeko observed, “but not as difficult as I predicted.”

“Undressing’s the easy part. Just wait until we get to dressing.”

“Good thing we don’t have to worry about that for a while.”

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“I’m beginning to think you’re right: This is a bad idea. I almost let go earlier. How am I going to make it the rest of the day?”

“But you didn’t let go. Trust yourself more.” As they walked from the bathroom to the kitchen, they passed by the water closet. “Then again, it will be awkward when—”

Sachiko slapped her palm across Maeko’s mouth. “What are you talking about? I’ve never been inside that room in my life.”

“How could I forget? The one on the ISS went completely unused. Giant waste of taxpayer money to build and orbit it.”

“You know, every fic makes that same dumb joke.”

“You can blame Yasu for making it first, but you also bear responsibility for repeating it at a press conference.”

“A-ny-way, let’s grab some breakfast, I’m starving.” Pulling Maeko into the kitchen, Sachiko flipped on the food replicator and grabbed a glass from the cupboard. “A little help?” she asked, holding it under the faucet.

Since the kitchen was so small, Maeko had to press up against Sachiko to reach the sink. She turned the handle ever so slightly, allowing a trickle of water to flow into the cup. Sachiko began to fidget, and not just from contact with Maeko.

“You made your point. This was a bad idea.” Sachiko tried to release Maeko’s hand, but the gynoid held tight.

“These are your rules. I’m not letting you get out of them so easily.”

⁂

By early afternoon, the itch was becoming difficult to ignore. Every time Sachiko tried to scratch her arm, however, Maeko pulled it away.

“If you start scratching, you won’t stop until you hurt yourself.”

The two of them were recording growth measurements of the flora outside their house. The process was easy to do one-handed, just wave the handheld scanners close to the plants. They both wore practical work outfits, but Sachiko had decided to embrace their new rural lifestyle. She wore dark blue overalls over a khaki shirt and a straw hat that Maeko had weaved for her from plants grown on the island.

“I need something to distract myself from it. This is too boring.” Reaching up, she plucked a fruit from a nearby tree. “You think this is edible?”

Maeko held her scanner over the fruit and nodded. “Probably tasty, too.”

Wasting no time, Sachiko bit right into it. Juice burst from it, splashing it across Maeko’s face.

“Sorry, babe.” Quickly swallowing her bite, Sachiko leaned forward and licked the juice off Maeko’s face.

“Not very sorry, obviously.” Maeko wiped some juice off Sachiko’s chin with her finger. Sachiko extended her tongue and enveloped that finger with her mouth.

“Delicious.” Before letting her go, Sachiko bit down gently on the finger, testing its unyielding hardness, and smiled.

“Someone’s feisty today,” Maeko said, slipping a second finger under Sachiko’s lip.

“Can you blame me? Your touch is making me itch all over.”

“Then perhaps I should scratch it for you.”

⁂

The sun was nearly below the horizon before they returned to the house. Despite taking lots of breaks, they barely managed to finish the work planned for that day.

Dinner was a cozy affair. The two of them sat side by side, Maeko operated the fork while Sachiko handled the knife. Having ruined a lot of intimate moments earlier in the day with bad jokes, Sachiko was content to enjoy being fed in silence.

Afterwards, it was bath time.

“Are you sure about this?” Sachiko asked. “There’s a lot of water involved. I don’t want to cause any damage to your body.”

“It will be fine as long as we are careful. My skin is water-resistant. Besides, I have wanted to wash your back for some time now.”

“Really? Why?”

“Even though it is a common human bonding activity, so few gynoids ever get to experience it. Besides, it seems like something wives should do for each other.”

“Wives. That word still feels unreal to me.”

“Better get used to it.” With an open palm, she gave Sachiko a soft pat on the butt. “Now get in there.”

“Does this mean I get to wash your back too?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

⁂

Like the day’s work, the bath took much longer to finish than normal. Most of it was due to how careful they had to be not to submerge Maeko.

Most of it, but not all.

By the time they finished, Sachiko decided it was late enough for an early bed. According to the rules, Maeko couldn’t let go of her hand until she fell asleep, and the burning, piercing pain shooting up her arm was getting more and more difficult to ignore.

If she were a normal person, she would probably have tried to tear her own arm off many times by then.

One goodnight kiss turned into two, and then three, and then many, many more before Sachiko finally slid into bed.

“Hey, thanks for going along with this,” she said, yawning. “It was definitely weird, and a bad idea, but I still had a lot of fun.”

“It was a positive experience for me as well. We should make an effort to deepen our bonds with activities like this on a regular basis.”

“You sayin’ that you want to go out on dates?”

“I suppose I am.”

“Glad to hear it. That makes me happy.” Closing her eyes, Sachiko tried her best to relax and breathe deeply, willing sleep to come. “I love you, babe.”

“I know you do.”

After giving Sachiko a peck on the forehead, Maeko released her hand, allowing her to sleep.