"And this is my lab." Tadashi carried Elsa through the door, kicking a screwdriver to the side as he did so.
"It's uhm… you like to spread your work out, don't you?"
The room was long, a large circular window at one end facing out over the grounds of the Institute, the bright neon street lights outside streaming into the room through the cherry trees outside, giving the white walls a slightly pink glow. On either side of the window were two desks: one was covered with blueprints and small chests of drawers, covered with circuit boards and more tools than Elsa could name. The other had a computer, the screensaver showing various images of robots, other pictures that Elsa assumed were something to do with robotics, the occasional picture of a dumpy brown and white cat, and pictures of his lab mates and family. There was a metal workbench against the right hand wall, with various half finished pieces of welding and soldering work, and a box labelled 'Actuators', the word 'Killer' scrawled in pen above the type on the label.
Lining the rest of the room were various cabinets, some of them overflowing with circuitry or wiring, and the walls were covered with posters, a calendar, a rather large and detailed poster of human anatomy, and SFIT memorabilia. There was a clear path marked out on the floor, bordered by various tools, screws, bits of paper – including a large pile of scrumpled up paper by his bin – and a flashlight.
"Eeeh…" Tadashi set Elsa down by the desk, clearing some loose metal fragments from the desk chair and pushing it over to her. As she sat down, he took his cap off by the brim and scratched the top of his head and shrugged, chuckling nervously. "I uhm… wasn't expecting visitors." He starting picking up some of the tools from the floor, until Elsa grabbed his arm.
"Don't feel you have to tidy up on my account." Elsa smiled and dropped her arm, resting her hands in her lap. "Is this all work for Baymax, or are there other projects lurking in here too?"
"Most of it's Baymax. There are a couple of side projects, but I haven't had enough free time recently to give them a go. Speaking of…" He looked around for one of Baymax's old charging stations, and steered the robot into it. Unable to pack himself away like he could with his newer case, he sat on the floor, the charging boots like socks on his feet.
"Okay." He quickly tidied the top of his workbench, clearing some space, before turning back to Elsa. "… still happy for me to do this?" She still seemed hesitant, and after a moment Tadashi said, "I promise I won't turn attach thrusters or anything."
Elsa chuckled once, looking at the aide in her lap, before passing it to him. "… no go-faster stripes, either."
Tadashi grinned and held a hand over his heart, "I swear." He turned back to his desk, setting the prosthetic down in front of him, and starting to work. After a few minutes, he adjusted how he was stood so that Elsa had a clear view of his workspace. His habit of muttering to himself while he worked provided a quiet narration of what he was doing, so much so that Elsa gave up the seat, choosing to use Baymax as a pillow, listening to him work rather than watching. Tadashi rolled his neck around as he sank onto the chair, able to work a lot better when he wasn't two foot higher than the desk.
By the time Tadashi had finished, the first rays of sunshine were starting to filter through the trees outside the window. He rubbed his eyes, peering at his work, going over everything he'd done with a fine tooth comb, before turning to tell Elsa he was finished.
He grinned at the sight - Baymax was slouched against the wall, his feet slowly rocking from side to side, a warm yellow glow emanating from him. Draped over his stomach was Elsa, fast asleep on top of the giant pillow, her braid dangling over the side along with one arm, her fingertips a hair's breadth from the floor. One of Baymax's large hands was resting on her back, and the robot tilted his head slightly to one side when he saw Tadashi was looking in their direction, talking as though someone had turned his volume down. "I did not want Elsa to fall off."
"Good thinking, buddy." Tadashi chuckled, wandering over to crouch by Elsa's head, gently taking her dangling hand and running his thumb over her knuckles. "Elsa? Elsa…"
She sniffed slightly, turning her head and getting a face full of white vinyl, before pushing herself up. "Huh?"
"Hey there, sleepyhead." He smiled, pushing a couple loose bangs out of her eyes. "I'm finished. Just need your stamp of approval. C'mon."
He held his hands out to her, helping her get off the uneven, bouncy castle-esque stomach that was Baymax, before sitting with her on the floor. He reached behind him and brought the prosthesis around, standing it on the floor in between them. "I fixed it. I had to replace a few parts, these here… and here. This was close to shearing off, so I replaced it just in case. When… when you put it back on, just be careful; I lubricated everything, did a little bit of maintenance. It'll probably feel a bit odd. Don't worry!" He held a hand up at her wary gaze, "I didn't… improve it or anything. I just restored it to factory settings." As soon as she had a hold of the leg, he turned to face Baymax, removing the charging boots, slowly and deliberately.
Elsa realised what he was doing, and used the time he spent seeing to Baymax to pull up her trouser leg and slip on her prosthetic, adjusting the strap that would hold it in place, flexing her knee. It felt ever so slightly lighter than she remembered, and she pushed herself to standing. Carefully, tentatively, she shifted her weight onto her right leg, and she felt the slight bounce of suspension that had long since seized up. She hopped slightly to test it out and lost her balance as a the ankle wobbled slightly. Tadashi leapt up, holding her by the waist.
"Woah, I got you…! Sorry. I thought it might need a bit of tweaking, but I needed your input." He reluctantly removed his hands and took a small screwdriver from his pocket, holding it up. "May I?" At her small nod, he crouched down at her feet. Elsa tugged her trousers up and Tadashi made a few minor adjustments, checking the result with Elsa every time. Once she was happy, Tadashi had her walk up and down the length of the lab as a final test. She came to a stop in front of the window, and Tadashi moved to stand next to her.
"Hey… everything okay? Do you need me to change something, or-"
"No… no it's… it's fine. Works better than it has done in months, thank you."
"Then… are you okay?"
Elsa nodded mutely. Tadashi moved around to stand in front of her, holding her upper arms gently. He put a finger under her chin to make her look up and when they made eye contact he was struck dumb how bright her watery eyes shone in the light of the morning sun. "… you're beautiful, you know that?"
Elsa had never been vain, but she certainly wasn't ignorant. Elsa was the spitting image of her mother - if you ignored the fluke of genetics that was her platinum blonde hair - who on more than one occasion had turned their father, and various other men if Gerda's stories were to be believed, into a bumbling mess. Elsa's blonde hair, blue eyes and fair skin had given her more than her fair share of male attention, but much of it had been superficial, especially during her sporting career. After her accident, her injuries were was all anyone would focus on. On the rare occasion someone had looked past them, it had been short lived. Certainly, no one had ever looked at her the way Tadashi was now.
Like he actually meant what he had said.
His gaze bore into her like he was trying to read her innermost thoughts. His chocolate brown eyes were brimming with concern, looking so deeply into hers she thought she might get lost. She vaguely felt Tadashi's strong hands cup her face, a hand run into her mussed up hair. She felt his breath against her cheek, felt his lips brush against the corner of hers, before tracing a path along her jaw, and down the side of her neck. She shuddered at his touch, her hands reaching out to hold onto his arms as he retraced his path up to her ear, nipping at her earlobe. Tadashi's voice was so soft, if he hadn't been so close, she would never have heard it. "You're beautiful, Elsa. And I love you."
By the time his lips had made it back to hers, Elsa's brain had turned to mush. He kissed her gently, wrapping her arms around her waist and pulling her closer. As the minutes ticked by, their tentative kissing became hungrier, more forceful, tongues colliding, hands roaming and exploring. Tadashi hand slid under Elsa's shirt and the contact of his warm skin on the small of her back made a small moan escape her lips.
The sound was enough to break Tadashi's resolve. He renewed his hold on her waist and lifted her up, carrying her the short distance to the workbench and sitting her on the edge. He briefly ran his hands down the thighs now around his waist, before they continued their journey under Elsa's shirt. Tadashi kissed his way back to her neck, her moans like music to his ears.
There was a clatter, unheard by both Tadashi and Elsa, followed by a barely audible series of clicks. Elsa's eyes snapped open and the sound of the door opening, and she gasped, accidentally tugging on Tadashi's hair as it opened to reveal-
"Tadashi? We've got Baymax's bo- what the hell-"
"Woah, kiddo! PG-13, PG-13!" Wasabi shoved Hiro out of the doorway, fumbling for the door and slamming it shut once more.
There was naught but the sound of heavy breathing for several seconds, before Tadashi dropped his forehead to Elsa's shoulder. "Chikushō..! Why the hell…"
Elsa planted a lingering kiss on his hair, drawing lazy circles on Tadashi's back while he grumbled. He straightened up slightly after a few minutes, looking in Elsa's eyes.
"I'm… I'm sorry… my brother has… no sense of timing…"
"It's okay… just… lock the door next time."
"… next time, huh?" He grinned, leaning downwards to kiss her again, before stopping dead, two horrified pairs of eyes turning to look in the direction of a new voice.
"It would be wise of you to acquire protection before engaging in sexual inter-"
"I'M SATISFIED WITH MY CARE!"
