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This evening is like many others, Ronnie is laying on her back staring at the ceiling. The safehouse (one of Killian's) doesn't have access to the Internet so she was using the lobby's until the apartment workers shut it off for the night.
Ronnie can't sleep. She has so much pent up energy and the fridge full of monster that Killian left for her isn't helping. After a good 30 minutes of staring at nothing; she decides that snooping on her neighbors is probably a good idea. She throws on some short shorts and a stained tank top. She slips on her vans and goes to the fire escape.
She knows very little about the 4 apartments surrounding her, thinking that stealing from them would bring heat to the safehouse. So until this moment when her curiosity got the better of her, she had not bothered to knock.
She settles that looking in the window of the upstairs neighbor is the place to start. Climbing up the ladder she shivers slightly as the cool desert night whips her exposed skin. The window to the apartment above her is locked and the shutters are drawn. Ronnie tries jimmying the lock from the outside and after two paperclips she cracks open the window.
She folds the blinds so she can see inside and sees an empty master bedroom. Although there is only one bedroom in these apartments, calling it that feels wrong to Ronnie. She slips into the room and closes the window behind her. It's empty, the whole apartment. And other than the old carpet stain or piece of peeled paint, it's clean and apparently nobody lives here.
Ronnie sighs, hoping to find something more interesting than builder's beige. She says goodbye to the boring apartment and steps back out. She carelessly drops down the two flights of stairs to another set of locked windows, this time she hopes the glow is someone else's lamp peering through the cracks in the blinds isn't just a trick of the light. She presses her ears to the window and hears a movie playing while a person laughs at it. For a minute or so Ronnie listens, she thinks it's fast and furious but she isn't sure. She does however get a good look at the bedside table. Nothing but a lamp and a phone is on it until the third minute when the person puts a police cap on the table. Ronnie doesn't want to get caught spying on a cop so she quickly goes back up to her flat.
Thinking her exploration is going to end the same way with her other two neighbors she cracks open another can of monster. When she goes to pour it down her throat her phone buzzes, making her spill the drink on her. She looks at her phone to see it connected to a new Wi-Fi. It says “r04ch boi” and Ronnie's interest spikes. A sigh, followed by a thump then a tired curse came from the apartment next to hers. She hears some soft music coming from a computer then the monologue of a young man, he narrates his day, critiquing his own actions.
“You just had to work with that asshole didn't you. When you knew he was gonna drop the pay rates on you. He is so cheep! And who does he think I am? I can't go smash a computer in someone's house? I don't do break ins. So he up and drops the price. Like dude I'm already decrypting one TB of your stupid files. Fuck this guy.” He pauses and Ronnie hears slow counting up by five to 90 then he stops. “900$ of course he shorted me. Oh he is going to fucking regret this” the voice says with malice. “Not pay me for a good 2 weeks of work and expect me to break in and destroy someone's virus drive? I'll just see if I can connect to the Wi-Fi and corrupt the files from the outside. Due by the end of the week. and it took me ages to find the actual location. I should be getting paid doub-... Someone connected to my Wi-Fi?” Ronnie jumps, accidentally thumping her head on the wall. The voice stops. Ronnie heads towards her door and at the same time she opens her door the door of the neighbor opens.
An average man, wearing cargo pants and a black shirt with a “parental advisory” Mark on it. He wears dirty basketball shoes and has a bat. Ronnie puts her hands up, realizing she still has the monster.
“Who the hell are you, why were you peeping on me and when did you move in, I thought nobody lives there” the man asks tiredly.
“I'm Ronnie, I don't know, and I'm hose-sitting for my friend” Ronnie says “who are you and what kind of things are you up to” Ronnie sees a familiarity in this man's eyes that she can't quite pinpoint.
“Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you” he says, looking Ronnie up and down and from what Ronnie gauges, he feels the same comfort.
“It's fine, I just found your Wi-Fi name intriguing and my Wi-Fi was out" Ronnie looks to the side then the thought hits her, at first it was just a concept that she paid no attention to but there was something in this guy that she didn't see in any of her friends. She thinks he might be a samsa of the same research facility she was born into. She looks back up and the realization on his face is the same as hers.
“You…” he pauses, something on the tip of his tongue. “You can use my Wi-Fi if you want” he covers up. “Go grab your laptop, the signal is better in my apartment anyway… if you want to come in”
“How did you know I have a laptop?” Ronnie asks.
“I'll show you” he smiles and goes back into his apartment. Ronnie grabs her folded laptop and realizes just how fast her heart is pumping. She walks to the next door and knocks. A ‘come in’ chirps from the apartment. She turns the handle and walks in. It's dark and warm, just how she likes it. She is almost positive he is one of her species but just as she is looking around the apartment the door slams behind her.
“What was that for” Ronnie jumps in shock. The man is in between her and the door looking aggressive and on edge with his bat held above her.
“This might sound crazy but are you a were-cockroach?” he asks, breathing heavily.
Ronnie's eyes widen trying to make the split decision and confesses. “Yes I am.” He doesn't lower the bat.
“Prove it, because last time someone said they were, I was tricked by technocracy” he spits. Ronnie focuses on the animal inside of her, the warmth making it easy for her to sprout her wings from her back.
“Is this enough? And I could ask the same question.” Ronnie turns back to see the hands of the man transformed. They both breathe out and are in homid form.
“Wow, your wings were really pretty” he says somewhat flirty.
“I never got your name,” Ronnie says. They both giggle at their shared trauma and time they had to name themselves.
“I'm 638823 but you can call me Jeremy” he grins at his own joke.
“This is crazy, what I wish I could talk with you about” Ronnie says moving in, he drops his bat and they approach till they realize it might be too close. “Like-” Ronnie is cut off.
“Let's start off with, are you single?” he asks. Ronnie backs up blushing.
“Yes but you gotta get me some-” again cut off.
“Sweets? I've got some half eaten Snickers cake in the fridge” he says. Ronnie is flattered, all of her sex ed was self taught and covered mostly the complex human part of her but roach sexuality is super simple and goes like this in human terms: he checks her availability, she confirms by wearing revealing clothes, he gives her sweets, she rides him. So she breathes a sigh of relief knowing all she has to do to get laid is take off the tank top and eat cake.
“You really are forward” Ronnie chirps, grabbing the bottom of her dirty tank top and pulls it up over her head. She takes another long sip from her monster. She deliberately spills some of the sticky nectar down her face and neck drawing Jeremy’s eyes down to her breasts. Her bra is a few sizes too small and makes her relatively average boobs look bigger than they actually are. The star design is also tempting for the eyes already set there. “Alright, cake time!!” Ronnie exclaims. Heading to the fridge. The plastic fork in the cake saves her from asking where the silverware is. She brings the cake to the bedroom where Jeremy is playing a guitar.
“Ive tried to learn guitar since they would never let me play when we were captive” he messes up a cord as Ronnie sits next to him in bed. Ronnie makes indecipherable mumbles that roughly translate to wanting to talk about trauma after the sex.
“Mmmmm you smell nise” Ronnie hums before shoving another piece of cake in her mouth. Ronnie’s statement is also a complete falsehood, she can't smell anything. In fact Ronnie’s dirty hair and the unshowered hacker probably don't smell nice at all. But what Ronnie is referring to is the undetectable pheromones that both of them are emitting. When in cockroach form these would just be an automatic signifier to prepare the simple animal for intercourse but their minds are wired to human bodies so the smell tickles a part of her brain and works as a sort of aphrodisiac and turns her way the hell on. She always assumed something like this would happen but it is actually a calming arousal.
“You too” he messes up a cord then puts down his guitar. Ronnie notices Jeremy taking his shirt off and then gets hit with the wave of human female arousal that she also possesses. Catching a glance of herself in the mirror, she sees just how red she is, blushing and panting. She puts another piece of cake in her mouth, this time a lot of it falls out bouncing off her tits and onto her thighs. She startles at the sensation and jumps up to put the ice cream cake back in the fridge.
“Hey Jeremy” Ronnie says, biting her lip.
“Yes, what is it Ronnie?” Jeremy looks at his new friend.
“I… am so horny right now” her voice drops to a low hum as she takes her short shorts off. She crawls onto the bed and on top of her new acquaintance. She starts by unbuttoning his cargo pants so the man’s bulge is only restrained by his underwear.
“Me too…” he says as their lips converge like two drifting spacecraft. The kiss is passionate as Ronnie leans deep into it. While she cradles his head, her legs find their way to either side of his hips and his hands find her waist. She flinches and moans a short high pitch moan as his hands hold her sides. Then, almost desperately, Ronnie starts towards Jeremy's bulge. Jeremy follows her lead and his cock quickly is standing at attention in front of Ronnie. She looks at it with hearts in her eyes as she starts to thrust her hips against it. The increased sensitivity of her current condition makes her body shudder and her voice make excited moans.
“God fffffucking d-damit mmmmph” Ronnie moans before taking her hips up and positioning her entrance at his tip. “You ready?”
“You have crazy beautiful hips, look at your sexy legs.” He says, caressing her upper thighs and hips and waist.
“Answer the damn question so I can ride you” Ronnie demands “please” she adds, sliding her panties to the side.
“Y-yeah, go for- ahh” he moans as Ronnie prematurely drops herself all the way down his length. They both yip and adjust to the feeling, she pants, tears of pleasure pooling in her eyes. She looks with a semi dominant lustfulness and puts her hands behind her head. She giggles and begins to thrust forward and back, the friction sending shoots of pleasure up her spine. They both look at each other's pleading eyes and Ronnie glances down at her breasts, pulling her tight bra down and letting her soft, messy boobs bounce out in front of her. “That's fucking hot” Jeremy hums, he moves a hand and thumbs at her nipples, gaining more moans from Ronnie.
Ronnie feels numbness begin to flood her senses and the jittery unfocus of the monster wearing off sends her into aloofness. Her excited bouncing turns into desperate flopping. Jeremy grabs and squeezes her boobs while her breathing hitches and her cunt tightens. She moans a few last pleads before sliding herself off him, her womanhood throbs and drips with orgasm as Jeremy grabs his member and gives it a few sturdy rubs that shoot his seed onto Ronnie's face, chest, and stomach. She falls next to him, they are both panting. Ronnie tries wiping herself off a little bit but it's in vain, the mess has been made. She tucks her boobs back into her bra.
Jeremy, who she didn't know got up, comes back in with two cigarettes and the rest of the cake. He places the cake on the night stand and puts one of the cigarettes in Ronnie's mouth. He grabs the clothes Ronnie threw on the floor and tosses it back at her. They smoke the two cigarettes together in bed while continuing to make out then afterwards, while holding hands and stuffing cake in their faces they talk.
“And to think, we were supposed to be super spies,” Ronnie says.
“Well excuse me babe but I'm a criminal hacker and what do you do” he laughs.
“I drive for a rat clan. But when I'm not doing that I'm studying space travel and jerking off” Ronnie shrugs.
“Like getaway driving, hot” he smiles, placing a kiss on her cheek.
“Yeah but I'm really into space” Ronnie redirects. “Do you hang out around other were-creatures?”
“Not really, I mean I sometimes do deals with the glasswalkers in Austin” he responds.
“Well you know we can't visit the umbra? Well I did when I escaped and I've always wanted to go back and the only way to do it by myself is in a giant space ship. So I fell down the rabbit hole of obsession and can't stop thinking about it” Ronnie explains
“That is very interesting, and if you're anything like me I bet you wanna talk all about it.” He responds, brushing the outside of her hand.
“Yeah I do…” she looks over at him, their eyes locking and their heads pressing together.
“Then tell me everything”