The instruction is appreciated, though not strictly for its bluntness (though it is quite an efficient use of language, Data cannot help but note mentally). Humans know their own bodies, and he trusts her judgment as to when she is ready. So even though his lips were rather preoccupied and on their way down her shoulder, he does not make her wait, pausing only to adjust, to get in the proper position before entering in. And then he does.
The sensation is... more than he anticipated.
Coherent mental processes are drowned out by the flood of sensory information entering his positronic matrix. Every one of his millions of racing thoughts is taken with her-- her warmth, her face, her scent, the sounds that she is making... At the same time, he is strangely aware of his own systems, of the way that every nerve is active and almost tingling with pleasure, of the rapid bursts of air he is exhaling, of the way even his vocal faculties are emitting slight noises in natural reaction. He is all but lifting her completely off of the mattress with his arm around her back, pulling her closer, desperate for more, closer, harder... (Hopefully, he is not hurting her...)
At this point in the process, he no longer has control over what is happening to him. The routine has been activated; it cannot be terminated. He is not focused. He is losing himself in her; it is almost frightening, it is almost--
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Date: 2010-11-30 10:24 am (UTC)The sensation is... more than he anticipated.
Coherent mental processes are drowned out by the flood of sensory information entering his positronic matrix. Every one of his millions of racing thoughts is taken with her-- her warmth, her face, her scent, the sounds that she is making... At the same time, he is strangely aware of his own systems, of the way that every nerve is active and almost tingling with pleasure, of the rapid bursts of air he is exhaling, of the way even his vocal faculties are emitting slight noises in natural reaction. He is all but lifting her completely off of the mattress with his arm around her back, pulling her closer, desperate for more, closer, harder... (Hopefully, he is not hurting her...)
At this point in the process, he no longer has control over what is happening to him. The routine has been activated; it cannot be terminated. He is not focused. He is losing himself in her; it is almost frightening, it is almost--
--human.