Yes oh yes, a very short metamy oneshot from me. With a twist. I own nothing. But the dirt. The dirt is mine.
"I wish I could kiss you."
It took him off guard, which was a feat in itself. He knew he should watch the horizon line, eyes peeled for a cloud of dust, a speeding blue blur. Instead he turned to his companion, staring into her minty green eyes.
"Kiss me?"
She nodded slowly, as if making sure it was the right gesture. She did want to kiss him, but she couldn't. Only thing needed was a mouth, such a small thing. His cold red eyes stared at her for a few seconds, then went back to staring out over the barren land.
Of course he would ignore her, he always ignored her. He was beautiful…to her senses anyways. A metallic blue color with white jagged streaks in his top quills. And his eyes…a blood color, but so cold…lacking so much. She wanted to touch him. But she didn't.
"You don't want to kiss me."
"I do Metal, I do want to kiss you."
"Rose…"
Her head shook side to side, making his question hang unanswered in the air. It was silent for a moments time, only the wind whistling softly around the two, as if it detested the harsh silence.
"How do you know what I want?"
"Do not start this again."
Her foot stomped on the ground, a little puff of dirt rising from the action. She took two steps over to him, stepping in front of his form, making sure to block the view.
"No! How do you know?!"
Blank eyes stared at her, then he spoke softly.
"I do not know Rose. I will never know."
That satisfied her. Her hand reached out and took his, warmth meeting cold steel, both enjoying the way it felt. So right.
"I still want to kiss you."
"Fine. Go ahead."
"But…"
"Yes, I am aware of the 'mouth' issue. Just…press your muzzle against mine."
Her eyes looked downwards at the ground, then rose again and stared into his. Reaching up, she placed her face against his, wishing the cold didn't take away the warmth in the skin. It was so wonderful for both of them, and Metal found himself wrapping his arms around her small waist.
Soon they pulled away. His hand brushed against her cheek and his lips twitched into the smallest of smiles.
"You are one strange robot Rose."
Fingers brushed against the pale skin of his face and the sensors in her fingers felt the pulsing in his heart.
"I still wish I had a mouth."
"I know you do, maybe I fix you up with one."
"That…would be lovely."
I decided not to write the names really, using 'he' and 'she' mostly. Wrote this very quickly and my beta didn't get to look over it. Read and review please and thank you. 3