To Mind or Not To Mind?

Rosella was kept in Nos-4-A2's house, working to earn his trust before he could let her go free. She feared him some with just cause at first, but she was able to talk to him a bit easier every night since he was nocturnal. She didn't mind, it gave her time to know what to say to him during the day.

Lately, she wondered if there was something he wanted from her since she was kept alive and not in chains. She had one suspicion that should have frightened her, but after getting to know him…

Night fell, Nos-4-A2 greeting her with a bow before she politely asked him if he liked his life on his own. He did admit it was boring before she came.

She made herself as discreet as possible as she queried if he was truly all right with an organic around. She paid close attention to his response.

He answered with a casual grin, looking at his left claws, answering he did not mind at all. He took notice how intent she seemed to their conversation, particularly his acknowledgement before he instantly realized what she was getting at.

She knew what he was thinking and looked away, her hands locked as Nos-4-A2 leaned to her left ear. 'Do you mind that I don't mind?"

"…No…"

To test her feelings, he couldn't resist leaning forward, opening his cape to slowly wrap her, her head against his chest. Rosella gasped as she was brought close to him, his hands on her shoulders.

She knew what his intention was as he waited for her to say something to this. Her head felt light, her face flushed.

Well, she wasn't retreating or objecting… He kept still to see what she would do.

Rosella thought how fast this was which made this risky. Still, what they did have in common, they were both alone in the world until recently…

Her reply was relaxing herself, slowly leaning the left side of her head against his chest as she reached her right hand to his on her left shoulder.

Nos-4-A2 blinked in surprise which very quickly turned to deep satisfaction before he delicately held her bridal style, his cape keeping her warm.

He slithered his left hand from her back to behind her head he stroked. She was in a daze as she wondered if this was some sort of strange but sweet dream. When she looked up to see how blissful he was as he held her close, she knew he wanted this.

Rosella flinched only in surprise when Nos-4-A2 pulled his right hand out to carefully stroke his index finger under her chin until he held it still and leaned forward.

She gasped a little from his sudden move and from how slightly cold his mouth was, but as he moved his lips all over hers, she shuddered in delight.

Glad to feel her joy, he used the left side of his face to tilt her face upward before he thoroughly kissed her neck, holding her tightly. His cold touch made her feel stiff, but once it was warm from the touch of her skin, she relaxed.

Though half-unconscious, she reached her left hand to caress his right cheek he nuzzled in her palm, secretly feeling the size of her fingers.

Rosella pulled herself closer, her arm over Nos-4-A2's shoulders, her hand stroking the back of his head.