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[friendlykillingmachine]

[ 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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we're killing it here

[kirkwalled]

[ 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.

[friendlykillingmachine]

[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.]

[kirkwalled]

[ 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. ]