Amity touched his cheek, so tentatively at first, her delicate fingertips hardly making contact with him. Nevertheless, he felt it, like a intense surge of electricity surging through his systems. If logic had its way, he should have sensed something reminiscent to a Terran fly landing on his armor, something easily ignored, but Amity was no miniscule insect, tiny to him she may be. He inclined his head towards the woman perched on his bulky shoulder, gazing at her through natural light. What… what just happened?
He had felt the fondling of femmes of his own kind, yes. He could even be considered as what American humans designate "a player." But no matter how much his large red and gold burnished body craved attention and a femme with skilled servos satisfied it in the past, nothing could be compared to what this Terran did in a single, shy touch. Was it just he hadn't been touched in such a manner for stellar cycles now, or some hidden power creatures of flesh possessed? Or was it, dare he say such a sentimental thing… love?
Apparently, Amity could feel the nervousness that tightened the hydraulics beneath his exoskeleton, for she backed away, but his face followed her hand without his processor's conscious consent, wishing more. Her soft blue eyes looked up into his equally blue optics. Never had he seen the scientist's eyes so supple, so open. They usually remained hard and emotionally reserved, containing much of her emotion in a steel cage, masked further by her utter intelligence. Why did he love her? She wasn't even his type, or what he thought his type was. And she was so… different from him. Sedulous, assiduous… and a few other words ending "ous" that he'd have to download from the human's internet, only if he was like some in his military cell. She was so intelligent and thoughtful… and he…
Coming up with a battle plan that might work a couple earth weeks ago had his commander and comrades think they're own processors had glitches. The robot lived for thrill and felt more comfortable with the others doing the critical thinking, seeing how he was not one for processing out details.
"Blaster?" Amity's voice was so soft, as timid as her fingers had been. She was using the designation he took from the English language so the natives could call him something they could pronounce, however, despite the word not his true name, it still brought him inexplicable pleasure to have her utter it.
"Yes?"
"What would you call this feeling?"
Perceptive was one of those words as well.
He shrugged one shoulder, tossing her a grin. "Time to get the interface session on."
Immediately once he said those words he regretted them. What was it with him and the things that roll out of his vocal processor when he felt nervousness? Damn it to the merciless Inferno of the Pit. He glanced at her sideways, expecting her to be disgusted at the very least, for she knew what that word was in his race.
No, she was smiling.
"You are a romantic moment killer, aren't you?"
Blaster chuckled. "I've been told that."
Smooth, Blaster, real smooth. Once more he cursed himself, unable to believe he was saying such idiot things to her. What the hell was wrong with him?
However, Amity laughed lightheartedly and placed her full hand on his helm. "That's why I love you, I guess."
She said it, despite his remarks, despite he himself, she had said it. Blaster froze up, looking at her in almost utter disbelief. Fortunately her eyes were focused upon his jaw line, which she was stroking, with only so much confidence.
"I-I love you, Blaster."
Love, something he shirked away from for its life-long commitment did not seem particularly appealing. Something he thought he would never be able to handle. But now… with a female such as Amity... Yes, he would be able, and it would be the happiest thing in his life.
"I love you, too."
