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[ In the crowded hotel bar, Rocky occupies a seat by the exit. He has no real reason to be here except that this is where most of the humans are hanging out and while he feels pretty useless right now, he figures maybe eventually he'll be somebody's designated something-or-other. Until then, he finishes building a tower made of cocktail sticks, briefly admires his work, then gently pushes it over.

That's when he happens to look up and spot a familiar face. He'd noticed Hawke earlier but it looked like she was busy having fun so he let her be and kept to himself. But now that she's looking his way, he smiles brightly and raises his hand in a wave.]

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[ there's a wave in response.

hawke had been here for a while, had a room upstairs as she milled about and wondered what to do with her newfound place in a more "modern" environment (she was still getting a bit used to that idea too) but! she is adaptable, rolls with the punches, and is also incredibly friendly. she's met a few new people since her initial encounter with rocky and hadn't quite expected to see him again so soon, or be remembered, but she's delighted when she does. it takes a while to extract herself from the group she's found herself with -- promises to ask after them later and meet up for more socializing -- and ends up heading over to where rocky is at the bar.

she leans next to him, giving a warm smile before looking over to his mess of cocktail sticks and then back up to his face with a raised eyebrow. she looks nice though, in a red cocktail dress and black flats, still adjusting to wearing things that aren't armor and blood and there's a bit of a flush to her face from the alcohol she's already had. ]

Hey. Funny running into you here, serah. Are you meeting someone?

[When he sees her coming over, Rocky straightens and turns toward her, leaving one of his elbows to rest on the counter. She looks different wearing things that aren't armor and blood but still just as good.]

Nope! Well, no one but you. [He points double finger-guns at her—BANG, BANG. Then shrugs and pats the counter top.] Actually, I'm kind of just waiting for someone to pass out so I can carry them back to their room. That's always...fun!

[No, it's not. Please send help. Rocky leans back some, glancing past Hawke toward the group she just left.]

Sooo, are you having fun? Looks like you're making some new friends. Good for you! [Get it, girrrl.]

[ She's probably had enough to drink by then to find the sudden gesture funny, eyes widening slightly before she snorts and then follows it with a giggle, covering her mouth with a hand afterwards. She's also assuming, of course, that he's being sarcastic because there's just -- there's no way that it can be anything else, right? It sounds awfully boring. ]

No one but me, hm? Say it like that and I'll start thinking you were waiting for me.

[ Which would be nice, actually. She feels herself warm a little at the prospect and her eyes linger on Rocky. She knows he isn't human, really, but he's warm and nice and sweet and she's fond of him. Of course, when Rocky points out the people she was just with, she looks over and doesn't give them much of a glance before she's looking back at Rocky. It isn't that she disliked them, no, but she thinks she likes Rocky more and she's drifted into the nice state of inebriation where she'd prefer to be with someone she feels more comfortable with. And honestly, probably cuddle a little. She gets pretty touchy like this. ]

Ah, I suppose? I still don't really know what to make of them -- of anyone here. I'm fairly certain the best person I've met here is still you. [ Oddly direct, oddly genuine, but she doesn't feel embarrassed for saying it. ] So, I think I'd prefer to spend the rest of my night with you, if you're open to it.

[She wants to spend the rest of her evening with him? A robot? It might be a little odd but that doesn't mean he isn't totally flattered. He spreads his arms in a welcoming gesture.]

Absolutely! [comes the answer, his voice filled with delight. She's his favorite human in the world right now and he rests an open hand on her back.]

I'd never turn you down. [Big smile!] I'll even help you back to your room later if you want. Or should I wait until you're on the floor? Ha ha, just kidding! I wouldn't let my favorite human tip over.

[ Rocky's just -- just sheer genuine delight at all of this makes her a little flustered, really. She's not used to sincerity like this and she grins, sheepish and embarrassed. Sure, her own request didn't throw her -- too many drinks down for that -- but the response is enough to bring a flush to her cheeks. ]

Oh, I'm sure you'll say no eventually. I just have to try harder, serah.

[ She'll wave down the bartender next to request another drink, another whiskey to keep the nice drunkeness at the edge of her brain still going. After that, she shifts in place to lean against the bar to face Rocky, shaking the hand off her back in the process -- but instead of letting it fall down, she catches his wrist and brings his hand back to rest on her waist. ]

Anyway, the floor isn't exactly the most comfortable for what I have planned. And we can go up after this drink if you're ready? You said you weren't waiting for anyone but I still don't want to pull you away for my own selfish needs.

[To that he chuckles and offers a cheerful retort:] You just try me! [She would have to try awfully hard to make him say 'no' but Rocky welcomes the challenge.

She orders another drink and guides his hand down to her waist. Rocky's gaze drops briefly to follow it before snapping back to her lightly flushed face. He knows how affectionate she can be and he isn't especially shy about bestowing affection on people he likes, public venue or otherwise. But in a crowded bar like this, who's going to notice when his fingertips start lightly caressing her waist through the clingy fabric of her dress? He'd pull her onto his lap if he didn't think it would make her spill her drink. Instead, he leans closer as she starts to hint at a plan that, to a slut for affection like himself, sounds like it may involve cuddling.]

Really? [he asks with a sing-song intonation. She has his full attention, not that she didn't before but now there's a titillated curiosity behind it. What plan? What selfish needs? Is this cuddleslut-speak for 'lets sneak away and canoodle'? Because if so, she is definitely speaking his language! Or maybe she just feels like she's going to hurl and pass out eventually (although, she doesn't seem that drunk yet.) In either case, Rocky is determined to make himself useful.]

Not to worry. My schedule is wiiiide open! Seriously. Building forts out of swizzle sticks isn't as fun as I make it look. Please rescue me, Hawke.

[ Look, sometimes a girl just wants to feel up on a robot and that's totally fine! She does brighten when he seems to pick up on where she's going with this, grabbing her drink to take a sip as she enjoys the touch on her waist. Her free hand reaches out then to curl into the fabric of his jacket and tug him closer. She's not sure if she'll ever adjust to the square box of his head but the rest of him seems like normal and well, that's fine enough for her.

Shame he doesn't have a real mouth, she thinks. She probably shouldn't say that out loud, she also thinks. ]

You are certainly lucky then, you know. They call me a champion back home, very firm on the dragon slayer list they say. Rescuing damsels is really my bread and butter.

[ Which is of course, when she knocks back the rest of her drink (it burns slightly and she shivers with it) before placing the empty glass firmly back on the bar. She takes a few steps away from him then, hand still griping his jacket to tug him along with her. Easy grin on her face pretty obviously indicating what she'd like him to do -- to follow her -- and if he does, she'll be leading them out towards the elevators. ]

How nice is your room? If it's fancier than mine, we should definitely go there.

[Rocky doesn't miss the cues and he slides easily off his seat in her direction. Even if she didn't have her fist wrapped in has jacket, he would be content to follow her anywhere she wanted. Especially if it means getting him the heck outta this bar.]

Well, you're definitely my hero!

[They cut a path through the bar and out toward the elevators, receiving curious looks here and there along the way. What exactly was one supposed to think when seeing a beautiful woman lead a (mostly) man-shaped robot out of a bar? Was she going to use it to assassinate someone or was she going to fuck it? Who could know? He'll leave them all to wonder as he steps into the elevator with her.]

I can't say for sure because I haven't seen it yet. We robots don't usually have much use for rooms. Or beds for that matter. [He speaks as he touches the buttons to his floor, smiling cheerfully.] Unless they're a fuckbot, of course!

[Where he's from those are a thing that really exists!]

[ There should be a flicker, Hawke thinks, of embarrassment for the very obvious way they're slipping out of the bar and back into the lobby. Yet, Hawke can't find it in herself to feel shame because she thinks about what the rest of the night will bring, of how badly she wants it. Her body warms at the thought. Rocky is... interesting and enthusiastic and nothing like anything else she's had in her bed. This will either go incredibly right or incredibly wrong -- but either way, she hopes to get off regardless.

When they step into the elevator and are alone completely, Hawke will slide her arms around his waist under his jacket and press flush against him. The dress won't leave too much to the imagination at that and she'll move to keep her feet between his. A thoughtful hum follows as her hands wander up his back to feel what she can. It's a nice thing, being able to touch. ]

And you're not one of those, are you? I didn't think you were. Not that I'd be opposed, but I'd like to be prepared.

[ Though she is decidedly wondering about what a "fuckbot" might entail. What could possibly be-- Oh wait, that wasn't even what they were talking about. ]

Ah, oh. Right. I suppose we'll see your room when we get there? I'd prefer a bed, if I'm honest, so I'd really like you to have one.

[Touching is a very nice thing, yes. He welcomes her readily when she presses close to him, his arms wrapping low around her waist. It isn't too often he finds a human that wants to be this close to him and it definitely feels nice. To her initial question, he offers a playful grin.]

Wouldn't you like to know.

[He'll let her wonder about that while the elevator starts to carry them higher. In the meantime, he touches the top of his screen to her forehead, nuzzling gently.]

Don't worry, I'll make sure there's a bed. Even if it means borrowing someone else's.

[Surely, slipping into someone else's bed while they were out and 'borrowing' it for a bit wasn't such a big deal, right? It would be nice, though, to have one of his own for reasons just like this. It felt wonderful to feel her body pressed up against him even while fully clothed and inside this tiny, moving box. Imagine how amazing this would be in a slightly bigger room with less clothes and a bed to lay her down on!

Rocky decides he likes that thought and grinds his body against her. His robotic hands have a pretty firm grip on her backside right now— Gosh! How did that happen? And, clingy red dress or not, he decides he likes the way that feels, too.]

[ Well. She had wondered for a moment there if she was being too forward like this, with the touching and pushing but then he reciprocates and it's all good for her. She's -- antsy, in that way that precedes stripping down and enjoying someone else's company and it's combined this time in the burning curiosity she feels in what that might be like with Rocky. Rocky, who is decidedly less human than Hawke ever expected to bed.

She wonders then too if he would react like a normal man, aside from the whole head thing. The touch of flat screen against her forehead is a strange one but she'll take it, smiling gently at him in response. She even places a quick peck against the screen as a result -- for anyone else would be a kiss, mouths to mouth, but she's already accepted that that's not part of this.

But then he's grinding into her, hands grabbing at her and her eyelids flutter closed for a moment. ]

I think I would, actually. That would let me know about all sorts of things you could do, wouldn't it? For instance, if what's in your pants is actually something of use to me.

[ And after she lets out a laugh, smiling up at him brightly and moving her own hands to grip him tightly in response. She brings their hips together, shifting to slide a thigh between his legs and grinding back up against him. Yeah, ugh. That's nice. ]

I'm sure they wouldn't mind. We'll put it to great use, wouldn't we? A few times over, I'm hoping.

[ Luckily for the both of them, it's only a few moments later that the elevator stops and opens to their floor. Hawke takes a glance before her before moving her hands to grip the lapels of his jacket and walk backwards out into the hall with him, not wanting to break contact completely. ]

C'mon. Faster we're alone, faster your hands benefit me greatly.

[The touch of her lips on his screen (yes, he can feel that), her tight grip on his hips, the crush of her soft organic body against his unforgiving titanium frame-- Rocky is relishing it all. His CPU hums within his chest and pumps out more heat onto her chest. His hands squeeze her backside tighter as she grinds into his thigh; there's nothing quite like wrapping his hands around a nice, supple ass and giving it a good squeeze. He's a little reluctant to let her go when the elevator buzzes and rolls open its doors, but he can tell she's impatient and he's tugged along easily.

Luckily, his room isn't far and after a quick identification process, the door opens up into a futuristic suite (though contemporary by Rocky's standards. It looks like a room he'd find in his home world.) Rocky squeezes in sideways with Hawke still in his arms, his eyes wide with wonder as he looks around. The room is dimly lit and a soft glow emanates from beneath the bed as if the suite can 'read' moods.]

So this is how my room looks. It's bigger than I imagined!

[Of course, he'd imagined a small closet with space enough for one robot and possibly one human while standing upright. He was not expecting a full suite with a bed and other fancy things like windows with drapes and a plush carpet on the floor. Rocky doesn't need any of it but it's a perfect setup for getting some so he can't complain! And speaking of getting some, he shrugs out of his jacket and lets it fall wherever. Next, he works on loosening his belt buckle. However, he's having trouble keeping his gaze and his hands off of Hawke. He slides up close behind her to help unzip her dress and slip the straps off her shoulders.

While his hands trail down her sides, he touches his warm screen to her shoulder in a 'kiss'. At first it feels like a hard, smooth surface pressed gently against her skin... until he activates a little something in his system. Touchable holograms have come along way in his world and his next kiss feels much softer and more like the real thing. Nothing about his features changes and to someone well acquainted with technology it's clearly a sensory illusion, but the sensation of lips on skin is real enough. He kisses her from shoulder to shoulder, crossing over the nape of her neck along the way.]

[ The suite is definitely not what Hawke was expecting either and she blinks in surprise as they're let in. A smile follows soon after and she's pleased enough -- hah, the future holds many interesting things and here she is, having fun while she figures out what to do with it. It works out well enough for her. So, the first thing she does when they get inside is slip off her shoes, taking a few steps in to feel the plush carpet against her toes. Oh, that is nice.

What's nicer then is Rocky -- who slides up behind her and begins to touch. She almost turns to face him but hesitates slightly and it's enough to feel where exactly he's going with it all this. So, she doesn't stop him and only helps, letting the dress slide forward off her shoulders and down. ]

Did you picture a closet? That -- well, it would've been hilarious, but also if you wanted to fuck me in a closet, you only need ask.

[ A snort of laughter follows after and the dress is down enough to reveal her breasts, plush and firm and held up by a neat black bra. She pushes the dress even lower still and it only takes a few moments until it's pooling around her feet, leaving her in a matching pair of black panties. She's about to make another comment when -- ah.

Oh.

She didn't quite expect that, feeling a shiver run up her spine at the ... kiss? She can't quite explain it, the sudden sensation of mouth on skin and she knows it's not real -- a glance to a mirror nearby shows Rocky just the same as she expected but. But Maker. A soft moan slips out of her and she reaches back to take his hands, slide them around her front to rest on her stomach. ]

Alright, you -- well, you have to explain that one. It's not magic, is it? Or, I suppose it could be, whatever passes for magic in your world. Either way, I'd like it and I'd like you to continue.

[ And while she asks, of course, she's pressing back flush against him to press her ass snugly against his crotch. She rolls it, grinding back against him and hoping the stimulation here works just the same as usual. At the same time, one of her hands takes his gently by the wrist and slides his hand lower -- indicating exactly where she wants him to send his fingers. She's wet, definitely, and starting to feel a little needy from the teasing and well, the whole idea of it really. There still something truly interesting about bedding something like Rocky. ]

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I'M SO... SORRY... TAKE ME BACK??

welcomes you back from the war with open arms!

:'D

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only a month late this time!!! a step up and i am still super sorry

no worries. i'm slow af

we're killing it here

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