She was cold.

She wasn't ice cold, or running water cold, but more of a untouched bed cold.

I lay behind her, on my left side, pressing my chest into her back. My arms held her against me around her middle, just below her chest. My stomach pushed against her bottom, guiding her left leg between my two and her right above my right. The towels wrapped around her I had removed, replaced only by a blanket covering us both.

I hoped I was doing this right.

From this angle and this distance, it was difficult not to notice how large her head was. Even facing away from me, it was nearly twice the size of my own. It gave her a cute, innocent profile, despite being upon a clearly adult body.

I breathed in, expecting to smell that distinct scent of hair dampened by rain, with a hint of shampoo residue, but I couldn't detect any at all. Only the slight smell of plastic, like a new toy.

The cold in her body slowly abated, being replaced by the heat from my own. Moving my hand over her plastic skin, I could feel less and less of a difference in warmth.

I couldn't understand it. Everything about her seemed to tell me that she was a doll, or a mannequin, or some other man-made object.

But holding her like this, I could feel the life in her. The rhythmic beating of her heart. The soft inhale and exhale in her chest.

The friction of her plastic skin against my flesh as she begin to stir.

I felt a soft, smooth hand press against my right knee, gently pushing it back, and freeing her left leg. It moved on to my right arm, unwrapping it from around her middle and replacing it to my side.

And she pressed into me as she turned to face me, rubbing her impossibly smooth body into mine as she did so. I felt every detail. The slimness of her stomach, the curvature of her hips, the softness of her breasts, they were all expressed to me in this one motion.

Her hair was still unkempt, as she brushed some of it away with her free hand, revealing half her face to me. The shimmering pool of her left eye focused upon me, her lips frozen in a straight, neutral line.

Those lips suddenly found my own.