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Frustration

Roger was laying in his bed unable to sleep. All he could think about was Dorothy's kiss. Even though they had agreed to forget about it, something in Roger didn't want to.

((What is wrong with me?)) Roger thought.

((We both agreed to forget about, so just drop it!))

He still couldn't. It wasn't just the kiss he kept thinking about, it was Dorothy.

"Why does this have to be so hard?" Roger groaned.

He knew he wasn't making it any easier and maybe he didn't want to admit that the last person he thought he would like would catch his attention.

Roger sighed.

((Maybe I should let my guard down.))

Roger shook his head.

((There's no guard to let down! She's just a friend!))

Roger throw his pillow across the room.

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Dorothy was laying in her bed enjoy all of the things she was feeling. Dorothy knew she liked the feeling she got when she thought of Roger, but she didn't know what it was.

((What is this?)) Dorothy thought.

The feeling wasn't strong enough to be identified. Dorothy thought back to when she had kissed him. She didn't feel anything when she did, but maybe now that she could feel she should try it again to see what happened. But when? Dorothy decided to go back to the roof and found Roger standing out there.

"Couldn't sleep?" Dorothy asked.

Roger looked at her as she walked up beside him.

"Yeah. What are you doing up?" He replied.

"The same."

Dorothy looked at Roger for a moment before looking back at the city.

"I sometimes wonder how many people down there are one of Leon's clients." Dorothy commented.

"After going to that party it does raise that question, huh?" Roger responded.

"But still, I'm one of his clients now."

"And how do you feel?"

"I want to experience every emotion good and bad. And I want to feel every physical sensation."

"You should try getting a massage."

"A massage?"

"It's an old technique to relieve stress and relax."

"Oh... And how does it feel?"

"Really good."

"Oh ok, I should try it. Maybe I might want to learn how to give them."

Dorothy paused for a moment before speaking.

"Roger?"

"Yes?"

"What does being in love feel like?"

"Why do you ask? You can feel it can you?"

Dorothy shook her head.

"I know how to feel it, but I don't yet." She replied.

"Why do you need me to tell you?"

"I've just wondered what being so in love that a simple touch makes you warm feels like."

"Well, you just explained it to yourself."

They both chuckled. Roger looked over at Dorothy and stared at her in the moonlight. Leon really did a good job. If he had met her the way she was now, he would have thought she was human. He began to wonder what would have happened if that was the case.

"I know I keep asking about love, but that's only because I really want to feel it." Dorothy said, breaking Roger from his thoughts.

"You'll have to be careful though." Roger replied.

"Why?" She asked.

"Not every guy is good. You'll have to be careful with who you allow yourself to fall in love with." He answered.

"Roger, how many women have you actually... You know... With?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"I just want to know."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Ok, fine, just asking."

The wind began to blow and Dorothy crossed her arms try to warm herself. She immediately began to shiver, as she experienced the sensation of cold wind for the first time.

"Wow, that's cold." Dorothy said, her teeth slightly shattering.

"Come here." Roger said, waving her over. Dorothy went over and Roger opened his robe, wrapping it around her.

"Get as close to me as you can." Roger instructed.

Dorothy did as she was told and wrapped her arms around his mid section, lying her head on his chest and closing her eyes. His warmth quickly combated the cold she was feeling, and she was soon warm as well. She breathed in his scent, relaxed, and sighed happily. Roger smiled softly.

"What was that?" He asked.

"You're so warm. And your grip is so firm." She answered.

Roger chuckled.

"We should go inside." Roger said. He started to let go, but Dorothy just held on tighter.

"No, No, No! Don't let go of me yet."

Roger paused listening to how she said it. It sounded like she really wanted him there. He couldn't help but feel delighted she wanted him with her.

"Dorothy, I'll see you in the morning."

"But I like the sensation hugging you is giving my skin. I don't want to move."

"I'll hug you all day tomorrow, let's just go to bed."

"Just a little while longer."

"Dorothy, come on."

"But it feels so nice."

"Jeez, I think I liked it better when you were just an android. You gave me less trouble." Roger joked, chuckling.

Dorothy slowly let go and backed away, looking up at Roger. Roger just stared at her. Every time he looked at her, he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked. Looking into her eyes, he saw a hint of what he thought was hurt. Dorothy then looked away and went back into the house and Roger soon followed. They went into their separate rooms and got back into their beds.

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The next morning, Dorothy went to go wake up Roger. When she went inside she saw Roger laying in bed asleep. She went over and shook him.

"Wake up."

Roger woke up and stretched.

"Good morning, Dorothy."

"Good morning." Dorothy said, in a unusual tone.

Roger slightly frowned. It wasn't an unusual tone for Dorothy, but it was an unusual one sense she had no need to use that tone. Her voice sounded like how it used to.

"Are you ok?" Roger asked, standing up.

"I'm fine. Norman sent me because you slept in. I would have just played the piano had I had known you were sleeping in." Dorothy said, leaving the room.

"Ok." Roger said, apprehension in his voice.

He got dressed and went down to go eat. Dorothy was sitting there normally, eating her breakfast. Roger noticed this and he frowned again. She should be talking excitedly like she was before, but she wasn't. She was acting like the old Dorothy who didn't know how to act.

"Dorothy, did I do something wrong?" Roger asked.

"Last night you said you preferred the old Dorothy, so that is what you get." Dorothy answered.

Roger stopped eating.

"I don't want you to act this way either."

Dorothy just continued eating. Roger sighed. He then remembered Leon warning he to be careful of what he said to her until her emotions leveled out.

"Dorothy, it was just a joke. I didn't really mean it, I was just joking." He insisted.

"It's not funny to want me to be a mindless android who does what you say."

Roger paused.

"Are you saying... I hurt your feelings?"

"Yes." Dorothy began, pausing for a moment before continuing.

"You did." Dorothy finished with a smile. Roger smiled back.

"If I say I'm sorry, can we be friends again?"

Dorothy nodded still smiling. They both chuckled and continued eating. Roger felt something hit him and realized she had just thrown a piece of food at him.

"Jerk." Dorothy said smiling.

Roger smiled back. Norman then came in the room.

"Master Roger, there is a miss Angel here to see you."

"Bring her in."

Norman then left and shortly afterwards Angel came in.

"Hello, just came to check up on you two." Angel said, looking over at Dorothy. She did a double take.

"Oh, my god. She looks..." Angel said, her voice trailing off.

"Different?" Roger finished.

"Yeah..." Angel replied, looking Dorothy up and down. She then looked at Roger.

"A little change for the bedroom I see." Angel said, with a grin.

Dorothy slightly spit out her drink and Angel looked back at her for a second before looking back at Roger. Roger kept his composer.

"No, just trying something new." Roger said, clearing his throat.

"Then if that is the case, then how about we try a meal downtown for lunch?" Angel asked.

"Sure, why not." Roger replied. He hoped a change in company would get his mind off of Dorothy.

Angel looked at him surprised.

"Are you sure? You don't need to teach Dorothy how to spell or anything?" Angel asked laughing. Dorothy looked up irritated before continuing eating.

"What time?" Roger said.

"12 o'clock. Make sure you're there." Angel said walking off.

"Alright, it's a date." Roger replied, nonchalantly.

Angel stopped and turned around.

"Yes, it's a date." Angel said, a sly grin before leaving.

Roger just continued eating normally.

"It's finally happened." Dorothy said.

"What?" Roger asked, slightly frowning.

"You can no longer resist the temptation of working your charm on Angel."

"What are you talking about?"

"She was hitting on you just now, and you didn't even oppose to it."

"What was I to say?"

Dorothy paused and looked away before speaking.

"You know what?" Dorothy began, looking back at him.

"You're right." Dorothy said, standing up and grabbing her plate.

"You're mad at me."

"No."

Roger got up and walked began walking over to her.

"You actually think I intend on dating her." Roger said surprised.

"Your words not mine." Dorothy said, trying to walk off, but Roger grabbed her arm.

"No, I don't plan on going out to eat with her often. She sometimes give me useful information. It's just lunch." He said.

"It's a date." She replied.

"It's lunch. And besides I promised you I'd hug you all day today." He said smiling. He was hoping that would defuse the situation.

"You see that corner over there?"

"Yeah?"

"Hug yourself." Dorothy said, before going to the kitchen. Roger stood there surprised.

"How do I manage to piss off every woman I come in contact with?" Roger said to himself before walking off.

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It was around lunch and Dorothy decided to take a walk while Roger ate out with Angel. It wasn't the fact that Roger was out to lunch with someone that got to her, it was the fact that it was Angel. Dorothy and Angel never really got along and suddenly Angel's attitude towards her changed. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she thought Angel was up to something.

Dorothy eventual stopped at a restaurant that was high-end and had a bar. She decided to go in and observe how people socialize. She got a seat at the bar and ordered a non alcoholic drink. Some of the men there were looking at her, but only one came up to her.

"May I take a seat here?" A man asked.

"Oh, sure go ahead." Dorothy replied.

"What brings you here by yourself?" The man asked.

"A friend I'm staying with is out on a date, only he doesn't know it's a date."

"Did you set him up on a blind date?"

"No, he's just clueless. When he got asked, the woman who asked him was obviously flirting with him, but he didn't notice."

"Wow, that is a blind date."

They both laughed. The man then spoke again.

"I know, it was a lame joke." He said.

"No, No, I liked it." She replied, smiling.

"I'm Dorothy."

"Steve. So, how long have you been staying with this guy?"

"A few years. A few years too long."

Steve laughed.

"He drives you nuts?"

"Not all of the time just sometimes. He's very indecisive."

"How so?"

"Well… One minute he'll act like he's interested in me and the next minute he distant. It's confusing."

"Oh, fear of commitment?"

"I don't think it's fear of commitment, just fear of generally letting people in."

"So, do you like him?"

Dorothy thought for a moment.

"I don't know."

Steve nodded.

"You see, that's your problem. You both are in a situation where you don't know how you feel and if neither of you know, neither of you will act."

Dorothy nodded in understanding.

"That makes sense, but I think he should approach me with the verdict sense he started the trail." She said.

"I like your use of terms."

Dorothy chuckled. She turned in her seat and saw Roger and Angel eating in one of the corner tables. She turned back and tapped on Steve's shoulder.

"Look, that's them." She said, nodding her head in their direction.

Steve turned and looked.

"Don't stare!" Dorothy said. Steve turned around.

"What?"

"You can look, but don't stare."

Steve tried to turn again.

"Wait, don't stare."

Steve turned back grinning and turned again.

"No, No, No, don't stare!"

Steve turned back around laughing.

"Make up your mind." Steve said still laughing. Dorothy began to laugh along with him.

Roger heard a familiar laugh and looked over by the bar to see Dorothy chatting and laughing with some guy.

((What is she doing here? Who is that?)) Roger thought.

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Roger had just come back and found Dorothy mopping.

"Hey Dorothy." He greeted.

Dorothy looked up at Roger.

"Oh, hi." She said, turning her attention back to the floor.

Roger looked around anxiously, hoping she would bring up the guy she was having lunch with. When she didn't, he decided he'd bring it up.

"I saw you today." He said.

"Yeah, I saw you too." She said.

"Who was that guy?" He asked.

"A new friend of mine. His name is Steve." She answered.

"What does he do?"

"I didn't ask him."

"He's a friend, but you don't know what he does?"

"That wasn't the first thing on my mind."

"Then, what did you talk about?"

"You."

"But you were laughing."

"Yeah I know."

Roger gave her a confused look then chuckled.

"Well, I'm glad you've made an outside friend."

"Me too. So, how did your date with Angel go?"

"It was lunch, and it went incredibly uncomfortable."

Dorothy stopped and looked at him.

"Why?" She asked.

"I'm not sure. Maybe it's because she's Angel."

"Did any of the waitresses mistake her for your girlfriend?" She asked, a slight reluctance in her voice.

"No. Why?" He asked.

"Well, I'm glad you had fun." She said, holding back a pleased smile. She then began to walk away.

"Dorothy." He called.

Dorothy stopped, turning around and put down the mop seeing Roger walking up to her.

"Yes?" She responded.

Roger brought her into a hugging, surprising Dorothy.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"I promised you I would hug you all day today." He responded.

"You don't need to do that."

"Does it make you happy?"

"Yes."

"Then I do."

A smile slowly crept onto Dorothy's face and she hugged him back.

"Don't." Dorothy said.

"Don't what?" Roger asked.

"Be so nice to me."

"And why not?"

"Because this isn't real... This feels nice."

Roger looked down at her.

"It's real, Dorothy."

Dorothy paused before speaking.

"Why don't you like anyone being close to you?" She asked.

Roger hesitated before speaking.

"I do, it just takes time." He answered.

"I've lived with you for years."

"We're close, right?"

"Yes, but in a different way."

"Then what way do you want?"

Dorothy stared into his eyes deciding that now was a better time than any, to see what kissing him would make her feel. She leaned closer and gave him a light feather like kiss on the lips then took a step back and looked at him. A look of surprise was written on his face. Without saying a word Dorothy left. When she got out of Roger's sight, she quickly ran into her room, closing the door, and laid down onto her bed. A flood of emotions came over and she could feel her heart beating.

((What's wrong with me? Why do I feel this way?)) She thought.

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Roger just stood there thinking about Dorothy kissing him once again. It was obvious her feelings for him were changing now that she could feel, but he just didn't know in what ways. Was she trying to be friendly and failing because this is new to her, or was she really starting to like him? He was really starting to get frustrated.