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[They certainly feel very lifelike and real - their skin is even warm to the touch! They're a much better recreation than what they normally do, at least if Maverick doesn't push down to feel their chassis underneath them.

They make a note of the fondling, though, filing that away for later.]

I wasn't expecting you to like it so much. I'm glad, though.

[They're grinning up at him lazily, and they brush their hair away from their face to get a better look at him.]

I'm always thinking about you.

[His breath hitches before breaking into a moan, and his thrusts slow for a moment as he strains to get himself even deeper inside them. His eyes squeeze shut as if in concentration, but it isn't long before he's curling over them again for a clumsy kiss and admiring their face with a look that's dazed and unfocused from both booze and lust.]

You're s'much...better at this. Saying the right thing.

[He feels stupid letting himself speak, when he gets something like that in return. Always thinking about him... It's a thrill, but more than that it makes his heart feel incredibly warm and almost swollen against his ribs. He shouldn't be feeling like this so early in their relationship, he's sure of that, but he's also sure...

He can't tell them right now, though, both because he's nervous over how pathetic and desperate it must make him seem, and because saying it in the heat of the moment when he'd just said the same words to someone else... It wouldn't be fair to either of them, he thinks. And then those thoughts are dashed because fuck, he feels really great right now? He doesn't think he can physically get himself further inside no matter how he tries, but he desperately rocks against them and groans into their shoulder as he scrapes his teeth against them again.]

[Their grin goes a little crooked, as they reach for Maverick. They want to touch him, but they don't know where to put their hands. The settle for his shoulders, where their fingers dig in slightly.]

Yeah? Must be from all the human things. Definitely learned a thing or two.

[They wonder...They make a breathy noise, focusing on for a moment before they start to pant. Would Maverick like that? For them to sound as ragged and raw as he does?

They don't know what's going on in his mind, and they don't even realize how much the words they say sound like love. Love, still, is a foreign concept to them. They just know they enjoy Maverick - they enjoy being around him and they enjoy these moments with him. They like bringing him pleasure, and they like seeing him smile. Love...They don't know what love feels like. They've only seen it from the outside, in movies and shows. They don't know what it is.]

[Ding ding ding, Maverick does indeed like that! At least, the way he smiles as he nuzzles against their neck and kisses down their chest and onto a breast would suggest as much. Moving down their body comes at the consequence of slipping out of them again, and when he's satisfied with his kisses he takes the opportunity to hook his arm around their leg and flip them into a new position. Sorry about that whole wanting to touch him thing, he's making it difficult...at least until he buries himself in them again and braces himself with a hand close to theirs on the mattress. The other returns to cupping one of their breasts to support it when he starts thrusting roughly again.

His moan is shaky against the skin of their back.]

Rover...

[He could do this forever, and that'd be fucking great, but that need building in him is only growing. Doing this is always tipped heavily in his favor, so letting himself come shouldn't make him feel any more selfish than doing anything else, but... Well, he's stupid. Stupid and desperate to please.]

[Oh, there they go. They're not expecting the flip, and they yelp as they're turned over. Something about this feels embarrassing, but they can't place why. They reach for Maverick's hand, wrapping their hand around his wrist. It's not quite holding hands, but they're desperate to hold onto him as they prop themself up on their other hand.]

Shit, Maverick.

[Their voice comes out wobbly and distorted, and they let out a breathless laugh.]

Warn someone before you do that.

[They push their hips back against him, choking out a moan.]

[He might actually feel guilty about it, but there's that delightful little laugh of theirs urging him forward, and the moan reaffirming that he isn't just making himself feel good. They like this, and they like him, even if they don't get to have the same experience he does even though they're sharing it together. He lets his own laugh slip, filled with affection that's both overwhelming and hard to focus on when he's picking up the pace again. It wouldn't be too long, like this.]

I'm gon -- nngh.

[It isn't much of a warning, despite the fact he was just chided. He rolls his hips against them as he pants, rocking their bodies back and forth and gradually slowing them. Everything is still in that blurry-but-sharp feeling, but eventually the hammering of his heart and his breathing will soften, as will his dick that's still inside them, and he won't feel like a set of fireworks went off in his muscles. Eventually. Too soon. His kisses to their shoulder are sloppy and open-mouthed while he's coming down from his climax.]

Fuck. Fuck, you make me feel so... You're amazing, Rover. You're so damn amazing.

[The moan is performative, maybe, but they are enjoying this. Maybe not the same way Maverick can, but they still find pleasure in it. They like knowing they have this effect on him, they like feeling him on top of them, and a part of them even likes the feeling of being used.

They get the feeling if they told Maverick, though, he wouldn't take it well.

They giggle at his aborted warning, squeezing his wrist. He tried, at least.]

Yeah?

[They're panting for real, now, puffs of steam escaping their lips. They seem to be getting better at temperature regulation, but they still can't help but feel a little overheated.]

You're not so bad yourself. You're wonderful.

[They reach up for his other hand, twining their fingers together.]

[He doesn't want to get out of them, even if every slight movement now is almost too much with how sensitive he is. He wants to stay as close as possible, though his heart flutters with joy that overrides these conflicting thoughts when Rover takes his hand. He's more careful about moving them, now, trying to stay inside while still shifting to lay down with them and pull them against his chest so he can brush his lips along the nape of their neck.]

Mmn... [They're sweet. He feels so much for them...] I'm glad you stayed. [He's so, so glad they like him.]

[They don't protest the manhandling, settling back against Maverick's chest and taking his hands in theirs. They're content to lay there, eyes sliding closed as their systems return to normal.]

I'm glad I stayed, too. [Of course they stayed. They want to be with Maverick, and that means spending time with him whenever they're allowed. They can't place into words all that they feel for him, but...Sometimes they don't think they need to.]

[Arm draped around them and listening to their inner mechanisms, it's more tempting than ever to let the alcohol and afterglow lull him to sleep, but frustration with the idea makes him sigh against their neck. Stay awake, damn it. It's time to enjoy the wind down from the rest of the hectic day.]

I wanted to do more than...that, you know. Had things I wanted to talk about, and we'd get to know more about each other... I mean, not complaining. How could I?

[Don't sleep, this is prime time for awkwardness and cuddles.

Rover chuckles, softly.]

I mean, we can still talk. Just because I'm covered in jizz now doesn't mean we can't talk. What kind of things do you want to know?

[He huffs out a tired laugh against their hair.]

You're awful....

[He's still not complaining.]

Um. Well... [Everything????] Shit I probably should've asked, I guess? I mean... Seeing you stroll on up with Grim Creeper didn't have to be such a fucking surprise. I dunno who you know or what you do, when we're not together. Do you have friends? Other people that are important n' shit?

I'm not that bad.

[They close their eyes, thinking about it for a moment before shrugging.]

Well...Rex made me. I don't really know that many people besides him, though. I mean, I've met plenty of people, but I wouldn't say that they're my friends. They're just...people. [They haven't found anyone quite like Maverick - a person who made them curious, that intrigued them, and that made them want to know them.] I should probably make more friends, huh?

[Mav hums, shifting his arm a little so he can run his fingers up Rover's stomach and between their breasts, then back down again in a lazy touch.]

Probably couldn't fucking hurt.

[As long as they don't find someone else to spend their time with, and who they'll let touch them like this... He sighs again and closes his eyes as he grimaces. Selfish hypocrite, huh.]

I, um. One of my best friends was here earlier, I dunno if you got to meet her.

[ughhhhhh]

Should tell you somethin' but I don't want you fucking getting the wrong idea.

Probably not.

[It's probably a good thing they can't see his face, so they don't know that he's - once again - working himself up over this.

They hum.]

Might've. I think I said hi to most people, at least.

[But...Hm.]

What kind of idea do you want me to get?

[That...is a good fucking question he isn't quite sure he has a good answer to. He can barely piece together what he doesn't want Rover to think, or whether that's the wrong idea at all. Ugh, things are confusing.]

I guess... When it was fucking about my ex, you said something like not asking who I wanted to be with. So that, uh, idea.

[he's fucking this up but he already fucked it up by fucking before having this fucking conversation so no one was fucking surprised and he should fucking move away or face them or something but he's too fucking scared to put any distance between them

After all that shit, I, uh. Went on a walk with her -- Adelaide. I had to ask her about something that was in that shitty fog mirror, and it -- I dunno. I fucking...told her I love her. And, uh, she loves me, too. I guess.

[They're quiet for a moment, letting Maverick's words settle in.

For a moment, they wonder if they should ask who he wants to be with. If it even matters. They...

They want Maverick to be happy, and for as much as he seems happy with them, wouldn't he be happier with someone who... Someone who's more of an equal? Someone who can feel things the way he can? Someone who he knows better, who isn't so inexperienced?

But Maverick is with them, and they want him. They reach for the hand that was tracing patterns up their stomach, threading their fingers together.]

You're a very lovable guy.

[They can't help the way they curl in on themselves, feeling raw and exposed and like maybe this was a mistake. Maverick deserves better than just some - some machine.]

I don't think I could blame her for that. But you're not... You're...

[They trail off, not sure what to say.]

[I don't think I could blame her for that. But you're not...

His stomach twists uncomfortably and makes him regret drinking anything yet again as his mind runs wild with what Rover might be trying to say. He wasn't something, so...they could blame him, maybe? That makes the most sense to him. How does he always manage to fuck it up?

But they're also intertwining their fingers with his, and he takes a tight hold of their hand like that alone might be enough to convey all his complicated thoughts and feelings, and most importantly the desire he has to keep Rover there with him.]

I -- [hhh] I get it, if you're pissed. I would be. I mean... I don't want to think about someone else and you...

[He's so stupid. What made it make sense when it was him, but made him sick when it was Rover hypothetically telling other people they loved them? Despite his brain telling him he should be giving them space to process it, that's the right thing, he can't fight the urge to pull them closer to him and let out a shaky exhale.]

I'd fucking deserve it, huh? But I don't -- I don't want to lose you.

I'm not pissed.

[And they're not. They don't think they could be, don't think they have that right. They're lucky being allowed to be close with him like this, and if...if he wants other people, they would let him.

They wouldn't be happy, but is their happiness really that important? They're not...They're not something that deserves happiness, the way people do. They're not even supposed to be happy, so what does it matter anyways?

A part of them doesn't want to consider it, doesn't want to have this conversation, but...they need to talk about it. They know they do. They sigh.]

I don't want to lose you either. [Their voice is soft, and a part of them is scared to speak.] Are you sure that's what you want?

[So much for not asking, they suppose.]

[It doesn't feel real, even though he's very literally feeling them and any minute change in how they hold themself. They don't have the same way of speaking that a human does, but he can still feel the words coming out of them, even if it may just be his imagination. He doesn't think he's desperate enough that that would be conjured up by his brain instead of the well-deserved anger he'd been expecting...so he doesn't quite get it. They should be pissed, if this mattered at all, right?

...He holds his breath and waits for their words to beat that traitorous thought down. This wasn't the time for his insecure bullshit.]

Yeah. I already told them I wanna make this shit with you work. I want this, I'm sure. I want you.

Is it because I'm convenient, or-

[They cut themself off, already having said too much. It feels cruel, doubting Maverick. They don't know what he'd gain from leading them on, for making them feel special.

But they can't deny that maybe he's just settling. That he knows he would be happier with Adelaide, with anyone else, but he's roped this stupid robot into this and he's deluded himself into thinking a machine could be any better.]

I'm sorry, that was- just. You can ignore that.

[He tenses up, but doesn't otherwise react right away. It's...weird to hear something he's thought to himself come out of someone else's mouth. To be levied at him instead. It isn't until Rover dismisses it that Maverick blinks and crawls back out of his thoughts.]

No --

[To the question? To ignoring it? Both. Very much both. As ridiculously inappropriate as it is in the moment, he lets out a shaky laugh.]

Convenient...? Come on, Rover. Y-you're a pain in the ass. [He presses his forehead against their neck, shuddering softly. He speaks more steadily when he continues, but it's not much more than a mumble.] I jus'... I don't wanna tell you the same day I told someone else. You deserve way fucking more than that.

[Maverick tensing gets Rover to tense as well, and they unconsciously cling to his hand. They don't...They wish they could get a do over, that they could stop the words from ever leaving their mouth.

They can't help but feel that they've fucked it all up, somehow.

At the laugh, they just...deflate. They don't quite manage to relax, but...

But they're listening.]

Do I? [Pathetic, they're pathetic, they don't deserve Maverick at all-] But I guess I am a pain in the ass.

[So it's a wonder anyone puts up with them at all.]

[He takes a second to just learn how to breathe like a normal person again, just a calm, normal person that isn't stressed to hell over something as unexpected and cosmically minor as a love life. He manages, sort of, even if he's just mirroring the habits of whoever that normal person really is, because with how intensely he cares for Rover in the moment, even after everything else that happened in the day.

But the important thing is that he's breathing and not crying out of panic or relief or overwhelming love. That settled, Maverick begins laying kisses on the back of their neck and shoulders, slow and ginger. Each one is an admission silencing himself from the I love you, I love you on the tip of his tongue.]

M'sorry. Are you...gonna stay? Even though your boyfriend's a massive fucking idiot?

[The kisses are what get them to really relax. Maverick wouldn't touch them so much if he was disgusted with them, or if he didn't care, they think, so it's easy to just let it happen.

They close their eyes, squeezing his hand and mulling over their thoughts. They're still not sure what to do. They still don't know what's the right choice, but they suppose that it doesn't really matter. They have time to decide, at least, and there's no harm in just waiting things out.]

Yeah, you are an idiot. [They let out a soft laugh.] But I'll stay.

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