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: 2010-11-20 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)
From: [identity profile] ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com
"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)
From: [identity profile] ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com
"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)
From: [identity profile] ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com
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)
From: [identity profile] ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com
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)
From: [personal profile] hell_in_highheels
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.

Date: 2010-11-20 08:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com
"Thank you," he says, trying to look back up at her face again. It does not help that his gaze got caught momentarily somewhere in between. (His brows furrow for a moment though, thinking that is an awfully strange name for a search parameter...)

"Though it might be difficult... to force myself to deactivate it," he admits, flashing her an almost nervous half-smile. "It is..."

He trails off. He really cannot find a sufficient word.

"...Really something."

He looks back down at the hand that is rubbing his thigh. His own hand, the one closest to it, twitches a couple of times, and he slowly lifts it off the mattress. Swallowing, he gingerly touches River's hand, cherishing the pleasant feeling of her skin against his fingertips.

Date: 2010-11-20 08:13 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (looking up smile)
From: [personal profile] hell_in_highheels
"If it's too much, we can -- postpone the, um, you know... It's a lot to assimilate, I realise."

Her hand turns in his and she brings his fingers to touch her cheek. Her eyes fall closed at the warmth of his touch.

"Or we can -- " She swallows hard, suddenly aware that all the signals she was missing before are now there in spades. His rapid pulse rate, his ragged respiration, his body language. She's awoken something in him and no way in hell is she turning back now.

Date: 2010-11-20 01:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com
The is a clear change in his facial expression when she offers to wait. The thought of not being with her in that manner tonight is actually a little distressing to him.

"I would like to," he tells her. "Although you may have to be somewhat... patient with me. It is a lot to assimilate..."

He is stroking her cheek now, softly, carefully. He traces down the side of her face to her lips, and stops. The skin on her lips is so much softer than the rest of her face... and warmer. He knew that would be true, of course-- it is true for humans in general-- but the realization did not make any difference before. He likes touching her cheek, but at the moment he is rather more enamored with the feeling of her lips. He traces them gently with his index finger, then adjusts to do so again with his thumb, so that his other fingers can rest underneath her jawline.
Edited Date: 2010-11-20 01:51 pm (UTC)

Date: 2010-11-21 01:22 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (looking up smile)
From: [personal profile] hell_in_highheels
Her lips part under his touch and she lifts her chin to accommodate his touch, but that thumb is far too much temptation. Her tongue comes out to taste his skin, washed fresh from when he tended her wound. She tastes salt and something not unpleasantly like raw silk, the barest hint of synthetic compounds following after.

She opens her eyes, not wanting to miss this part, and catches his thumb between her teeth, tongue and lips creating a gentle suction. The scientist in her wonders idly if his neural pathways will make the connection that most males make at this kind of stimulation.

Date: 2010-11-21 06:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com
It is not necessarily a natural connection for Data to make, but he has done enough research on symbolism in certain forms of art and literature that the possible association does occur to him. He gasps lightly at the feeling.

His eyes are glued to her mouth. He had not realized that there were further connections to be made between his emotional programming and his optical sensors, but they are there now, and they are quite obvious. It is an oddly pleasant (oddly stimulating) image, watching her tongue and lips move in that way.

He shifts forward on the bed, closer to her. His other hand reaches up to stroke loose strands of her hair, eventually burying itself in her curls. His breath is still uneven, and his eyes are wide, focused intently on the beautiful human in front of him.

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