ol_yellow_eyes: (looking over)
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[OOC: Continued from here.]

It had been going so well.

What started as a casual evening stroll through Highgate Cemetery in 19th-century London somehow turned into a flight for their lives. Data did not know why they were running, only what they were running from-- three rather large human males, who seemed quite angry about something. He had also caught glimpses of weapons in their possession, namely a pistol and what seemed to be a horsewhip. (He might have wanted to observe them more closely if he had not been so concerned for River's safety.)

She knew the city better than he did, and she was the one who suggested they take advantage of the city's sewage system.

And that is how they ended up here.

Data turns to River finally. "Now that we are no longer in immediate danger, may I ask why those men might have been pursuing us?"

Date: 2010-11-19 10:21 pm (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (looking up smile)
From: [personal profile] hell_in_highheels
She is noticing. It's the first hint she's had that he's paying attention. She continues her ablutions, her movements slow, almost dreamlike. Careful certainly because of the thrashing she's taken, and yes, she has the bruises to show for it, but there's something else there.

"Yes, we're very complex machines in our own right, aren't we? But I think you understand us far more than you give yourself credit for. And besides," she turns to look at him over her shoulder, "part of the allure of such interactions is the uncertainty."

Date: 2010-11-20 12:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com
"I have heard that," Data says, rather slowly.

"But I assure you, I am somewhat inept when it comes to deciphering human body language. I do not have the instinct that most humans seem to possess.

"I would guess... that you are probably better at reading people than I am..."

His eyes have slipped somewhere down by her waist at this point.

Date: 2010-11-20 01:09 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (considering)
From: [personal profile] hell_in_highheels
"Possibly." She turns back to the mirror, twisting her hair up and tying it into a knot. She enjoys watching him look, as if the mirror gives them both an illusion of privacy. And it's clear she's in no hurry to finish bathing.

"But then, I have the advantage of being born to it."

She shifts her weight to one leg, one hip dropping as she lifts her foot to balance on just her toes, the other hip extending to counterbalance, a classical posture that makes her look like a Greek sculpture.

Date: 2010-11-20 01:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com
She may notice Data's head twitch slightly. A look of confusion crosses over his face, as he tries to figure out if there was some reason she shifted position in that way.

He does not get very far with his analysis, however. Both because he does not have enough information and because he is still distracted. (He does far too much painting, he realizes. He should really endeavor to explore sculpting processes more fully sometime...)

His mouth is slightly open for a few moments before he speaks again. "But you say you have difficulty reading me?" He manages to bring his gaze back up to her face by the end of the sentence.

Date: 2010-11-20 01:40 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (looking up smile)
From: [personal profile] hell_in_highheels
"Yes," she sing songs a bit, washing her arms now.

"I can't tell if you're just curious about the female form or if you're aroused. The latter is a bit of a stretch to assume, but seeing as your form is human, and everything I've seen of your behaviour is based on a standard human template, I can't help but wonder if whoever created you saw fit to include courtship and reproductive behaviours as well."

She's an archaeologist by profession. The degrees in anthropology, sociology and psychology are all adjunct to that.

Date: 2010-11-20 02:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com
River's observations give Data more information, though perhaps not as much as he would like. He knows that she is curious now, but he does not want to assume the reason.

(He has a theory, regarding human "instinct." He sometimes wonders if it is associated with the phenomenon known as "wishful thinking," if perhaps humans seem to know what others are thinking simply because they happen to want the same thing at the same time.

At this moment, he is wondering if a similar thing is affecting his systems as well.)

"I am not... capable of reproduction, in the biological sense," Data notes. "But I have been programmed in a broad variety of... pleasuring techniques..."

He still has not answered the question she is wondering about.

...Or has he?
Edited Date: 2010-11-20 02:28 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-11-20 02:33 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (blue eyes)
From: [personal profile] hell_in_highheels
That gets a little chuckle from her. "Pleasuring techniques. How very clinical, as if you might need them to earn passage off planet when you're without other resources."

She's still watching him in the mirror, her eyes sparking with mirth.

"So you're capable of giving pleasure -- sexual pleasure, so we're clear on the subject -- but are you programmed to have an emotional response? Do you experience attraction and fascination? Do you get aroused?"

Date: 2010-11-20 02:45 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com
"I..." Data stops, actually having to take a brief moment to think about how to answer the question.

"I am programmed with appropriate emotional responses," he tells her. "I have always been quite fascinated with the experience, and I would even say that I have been attracted to people." Not often, but it has happened. (Now, for example.)

"I am not certain that I would classify what I experience as 'arousal,' however, since much of arousal is based on physical pleasure. My systems are designed to simulate certain physical responses, but it does not feel like anything in particular to me."

She may notice that he is on the verge of babbling again; he has started talking faster, instead of pausing periodically like he was a few moments ago.

Date: 2010-11-20 03:51 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (excuse me?)
From: [personal profile] hell_in_highheels
Her brow furrows and she turns towards him just a bit.

"Wait, hold on a moment. You don't feel physical pleasure?"

Date: 2010-11-20 03:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com
"That is correct," Data answers. He looks a bit curious as to why she might be asking.

Date: 2010-11-20 04:07 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (considering)
From: [personal profile] hell_in_highheels
River blinks rapidly, turning fully and resting one hand on her hip. She's gone from seductress to engineer in a heart beat.

"Is it a signal degradation issue? Or is it that your neural net has limiters?"

Date: 2010-11-20 04:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com
"The signals from my neural network are not processed as pleasurable or painful," Data explains. "They were not designed to do so. The connections between my nerve endings and my central processing unit are inadequate for transmitting that type of information."

Date: 2010-11-20 04:48 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (orly)
From: [personal profile] hell_in_highheels
"Bollocks. Why on earth would someone build you with all the right equipment, only forget to hook it up to the network? That's just..."

She's already turning back to the table, and retrieving the small device again.

"This is a sonic screwdriver. It's Time Lord technology, and if you'd permit me, I'd like to take a look at..." Again her voice tapers off, and she stops just in front of him, one hand on her hip, naked as the day is long.

Her expression softens and she rests a hand on his arm.

"Listen to me. Asking to see your interior without so much as a by your leave. Captain. Data. I find that I'm fiercely attracted to you, and I think, I mean I thought I was getting that you felt the same way. Only, if you can't feel pleasure, I don't believe I could, in good conscience, use you for my own nefarious purposes. It would be greedy and selfish of me."

Date: 2010-11-20 05:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com
Data watches and listens attentively, with eyebrows that are raised slightly. When she has finished talking, he glances down towards her hand on his arm, then back to her face. She has just been incredibly straightforward, and now that he is more certain of where this is going...

He slips one hand around to the small of her back, pulling her into a gentle, grateful kiss.

"Permission granted," he tells her softly, pulling back. "And 'for the record,' as the human expression goes, I would not have considered it at all selfish on your part. I very much want to be with you, if you would have me, and would enjoy it greatly."

He actually takes a deep breath after saying that. His pulse is running even faster than it was before, as he considers what he has just agreed to. Technology in the 52nd century is surely better than 24th-century technology, so it is easily conceivable that she will be able to find a solution to the problem.

Date: 2010-11-20 05:50 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (looking up smile)
From: [personal profile] hell_in_highheels
She returns that kiss, a little less chaste this time, and when he pulls away, she stays close against him, her hands resting against his chest. When she speaks, her breath feathers against the corner of his mouth.

"As flattering as that is, and it is flattering to think of laying on that bed and letting you turn me inside out with your -- 'pleasuring techniques' -- I rather enjoy the thought of sharing that experience with you. Good sex is about letting go and enjoying yourself. And I can't do that if I think you're on the outside, looking in. Does that make sense?"

Date: 2010-11-20 06:09 am (UTC)
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"Yes," Data says, with a slight nod. "I can certainly understand why you would feel that way."

His eyes dart around her face for a few moments. With her hands on his chest, River might be able to feel the vibration of the pumping mechanism in his heart, which is currently operating at approximately 100 beats per minute.

Eventually, he leans in and kisses her cheek, softly but intentionally, back next to her ear.

"Let me know how I may assist you."

Date: 2010-11-20 06:12 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (looking up smile)
From: [personal profile] hell_in_highheels
She beams at the gentleness of the kiss, her eyes darkening.

"You're shielded, fairly well, and yes, I did try to scan you earlier. My curiosity got the better of me. Call it the academic equivalent of taking a peek at your arse," she grins and winks at him.

"Do you have a maintenance port of some sort?"

Date: 2010-11-20 06:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com
Data raises an eyebrow at this revelation, but does not seem bothered by it.

"Several," he replies. "I assume that the one closest to my central processing unit will be the most useful to you."

He steps back just enough to give himself room to reach up to the right side of his head, and removes the panel on the side with a click. There is an port meant for some type of cable in the center, but it is possible to observe and scan his circuitry without using it.

Date: 2010-11-20 06:37 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (omg)
From: [personal profile] hell_in_highheels
She stands on her tiptoes, trying to get a good look, but eventually draws him over to the bed. "Sit."

He does, and she takes a moment to examine what's in front of her. "Some day," she muses, "I would love to see your schematics. And that's not a euphemism."

She thumbs the sonic screwdriver to life.

"Diagnostic first. This might tickle."

The green light plays over the circuits and she takes a moment to skim the readout. A few moments go by as she assesses what she's seeing.

"Your neural net is amazingly advanced for 24th century technology. Quite impressive. I see you have the capacity for all the possible emotive permutations. Whoa. What on -- that's not standard. Have you been modified by a technology outside your own?"

Date: 2010-11-20 06:56 am (UTC)
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"I would be happy to show them to you sometime, if you would like," Data tells her, in regards to the schematics.

He thinks it is a little ironic, that she speaks of "tickling" when the lack of which is exactly the problem they would like to fix. Nevertheless, the fact that he is allowing her to access the most delicate parts of his inner workings is not without significance-- it never has been, since Data activated his emotional programming-- and it has noticeable emotional repercussions. It is both the anxiety and the thrill of being somewhat vulnerable, of trusting someone enough to let them in.

When she asks the question, Data looks confused for a moment, as he is not immediately certain what she is referring to. But he quickly remembers.

"Yes. I was captured by a race of partially cybernetic life forms who successfully grafted organic skin to my endoskeletal structure," he replies. "I suppose that there are traces of the necessary programming left behind in my positronic network. I did not realize."

Date: 2010-11-20 07:05 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (time traveller)
From: [personal profile] hell_in_highheels
"This is -- " She makes a quick set of adjustments to the screwdriver and starts working, her hands as delicate as any jewellers. Her voice trails off as she focuses.

It takes her a few minutes to find all the connections, but slowly, new sensations come online. Oddly, the first one is scent, followed closely by taste, and then his skin begins to wake up. She's flagged that leftover Borg protocol so he can see it in his own diagnostic programming, and now she's using it to network his external sensors with the parts of his emotional chip that define some very base and visceral sensations.

Date: 2010-11-20 07:23 am (UTC)
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Data closes his eyes as he processes these new (but somewhat familiar) sensations. His breathing is uneven, audible, as his neural net is inundated with information. The feedback of his emotional programming is finally affecting tactile input, and the fact that he was already "aroused" is causing every nerve in his body to come alive with feeling. Feeling, not as in touching something and being able to correctly recognize the nature of its surface, but the fact that it actually means something. It hits him nearly all at once, and it is a bit overwhelming to say the least.

"That is--" Even the vibrations from his vocal mechanism feel like something, and he has to pause before starting again. "That is impressive. I would not have guessed... that you would be able to do it so quickly..."

He takes a moment to try forcing his breath to become even again, with limited success.

Date: 2010-11-20 07:28 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (orly)
From: [personal profile] hell_in_highheels
The optical input is the last to come online. She sits back and kneels down in front of him, looking up into his face, her expression one of nothing more than concern for his well-being.

"You all right?"

Her hands rest on his knees, and smiles up at him, hoping against hope that this was what he was expecting as well as being what he truly wanted.

Date: 2010-11-20 07:42 am (UTC)
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He shudders slightly at her touch, and suddenly, he is a little afraid.

His emotional programming was designed to impair his judgment slightly. And with this amount of input, it is difficult to concentrate on anything besides the urges he is experiencing as a result of those emotions.

He is aroused, certainly. And he wants... He is happy, and he knows that she wants something too, and it is more tempting to show her how grateful he is, rather than simply telling her... In short, he would like to tackle her to the floor as quickly as his body will bring him there, and kiss her until she cannot breathe...

He could really injure her, he realizes.

His hands grasp the edge of the mattress, constricting to ball up the blanket partially in both fists. "I am fine," he responds, finally. "I may simply... need a few moments..."

She is so beautiful when she smiles...

He lowers his gaze to her hands on his knees, which helps only slightly.

Date: 2010-11-20 07:50 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (blue eyes)
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She speaks quietly, conscious of how sensitive he is right now.

"You can disconnect it at any time you like. I flagged the new connections for your diagnostics. Just search on the parameter hello_sweetie."

She grins up at him, her thumb unconsciously stroking his thigh, wanting to soothe him.

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