Dusting the floor

Dorothy x Roger

Big O

Empty eyes looking back at me, her fingers were testing my nerves as well as my patience. Frozen in place her reach may have as well been a jail to me, and I would not let her know that it was a slightly pleasurable one. I could soon feel her legs pin my waist between her and the floor.

"Dorothy what are you."

Her lips were soon on top of mine cutting more of my logic then my ability to speak as my hands would rest on her small hips. Looking up in to those dark eyes I wondered if an android can feel love before a small thought of our relationships evolution. Coming in as a client before becoming a confidant to female confidant to female friend who left with a certain stiffness that males have learned to handle. Help would not arrive until morning, and Norman would need an air raid siren to raise me from the bed. When her lips dropped from mine with the feint pressure bleeding still leaving the nerves still were tingling.

Dropping her body on mine locking me in against the floor I felt my hands lower graze to her bottom before pulling my hands to my side as fast as humanly possible. She had placed one of her hands over mine before placing it back in its original position on her lower back. I could feel her will behind those eyes drain what little control I had built up to wane. The thought of sex with a machine ran me cold for a moment before a stirring in the core began to warm me up. Being with Dorothy was the lure to something unknown for me, and the fear of the unknown was the fuel for what drew to her. Giving in to it would leave me with a weakness in case anyone like Beck would use in a breath.

It was wrong, perverted, and a breach of trust to everyone that has not shunned me away already.

"You care roger, but do you want me to stop?"

"Dorothy, please..."

Roger couldn't finish the thought as she wrapped her lips around where the junction of his shoulder and neck met. Satire of a vampire she licked at the spot again making sure one hand stayed on her. Running up and down the the same inch of flesh her tongue was slowly driving him mad as he was pinned between her and the cold hardwood floor. She was unraveling all his emotions for her to see exactly what she wanted. He thought about all the nightly company leaving an empty bed in the morning. This one girl was as wonderfully bizarre as he was, and as different as him from the worlds who kept their heads down in such a chaotic world.

"Never leave me, Dorothy"

The words were gasped from a rather sensitive draw of the tongue against the bite mark. Hearing those words from him stopped her enough for him to turn her over before recapturing her lips in a spark of passion.

Outside the study in the adjacent building a smirking Norman stood in a room with a large set of police issue night vision binoculars. A bottle of brandy sat in the table next to a pair of shot glasses with the police captain leaning against a door watching the butler try to set up his android friend to the negotiator.

"I must say Norman if you ever want to get away from Roger we can always use a tactician in brass."

Everything went silent until Norman lowered the lenses with a flushed face.

"Oh dear, I just washed that floor today"