Two's visor came into focus, registering the texture of the dawn-lit ceiling. She shifted under the weight of the sheets, letting her head fall between the pillows. Her internal chronometer told her she still had a few hours before she had to go to work. As her systems came online, she thought over what she had to do before she left.
Finish the landscaping plans for the DeAndrades... refresh the flower vases in the den and dining rooms... call the window washing company... make sure the slugs haven't come back into the vegetable garden...
Her first and most important task was to work up the determination to get out of bed.
As she rolled toward the edge of the bed, starting to direct power toward her thrusters, a cool hand slid down her side. Two stopped and looked back over her shoulder. Nos's optic had opened just a sliver, casting a dull, scarlet glow.
"Oh, good morning, Nos," she smiled.
He blinked and smiled back, tucking his arm around her. He was still half asleep. His affection rolled over her in sluggish waves, clogging her sensors with warmth, pulling her farther into the comfort of the bed.
"Nos..." she kissed his cheek, "I gotta get up."
He grumbled and pulled her even closer, burying his head against hers. A darker note bloomed into his electrical signature, something coy and sensual even through his sleepiness.
"Come on, seriously," she laughed, "I have a lot to do before I go in today!"
"Is that so?" his accent met her receptors like silk.
"Yes, it is. Or do you want to do my chores for me?"
Nos hummed in amusement, smiling against her metal. His hand wandered thoughtfully over her chest. "What about my plans for this morning?"
"What plans?"
He pressed a slow kiss to her collar, chuckling deep in his throat. His palm trailed up her containment chamber before slowing to rest above her hidden data port.