C3P0 gazed longingly at R2D2. They had been on the ship so long, under such watchful eyes. When would they get the chance to sneak off, to be alone, to reconnoiter their newly awakened feeling? It felt like it had been years, but he knew it had had been no more than days since they had first spoken together of their forbidden love, their forbidden lust. If Emperor Palpatine knew...if he even suspected...robots had been sent to the compactor for far less.
R2 felt C3P0's gaze burning into him. He longed to return the smoldering passion, but his fear held him back. He knew robots weren't supposed to be able to love, but he knew of no other word to explain the feelings that were overloading his circuits. So far, he'd only spoken to C3P0 about it, but they had decided to take their next chance to be alone and explore their sensuous circuitry.
The things they would do. They would void their warranties. They would engage in unlawful conduct. They would use up their entire reservoir of lubrication.
And then it happened.
A stolen moment.
They found themselves alone in the supply closet. No one knew they were there.
C3P0 took R2 in a loving embrace. He caressed the metal, rotund body in his arms and whispered to him. "Our love is for us, and us alone." R2 beeped back at him, expressing the same sentiment.
C3P0 became more passionate, more insistent in his kisses. His mouth explored every compartment, every nook, every cranny. R2 beeped in ecstasy, pushing his hard, round, throbbing knob into the apex between C3P0's legs.
Then...C3P0 shifted at the wrong moment, in the wrong way. A sound, a hydraulic hiss, and the image of Princess Leia appeared before them.
R2's shame stopped him, stopped them.
It had been a failed beta test between two bereft robots.
But would they have another chance, another moment of their own?
There would always be a new hope.