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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 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.

Date: 2010-11-21 06:40 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (River)
From: [personal profile] hell_in_highheels
She hums under her breath, her eyelids falling closed as she nudges against his hand. Slowly, oh so slowly, she rises in front of him, standing between his knees, her hands lightly caressing his face. Her voice is low for a woman's, her accent becoming more pronounced as she succumbs to desire.

"Now. Where do you want to begin?"

Date: 2010-11-21 06:54 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com
He lets out a breath, almost like a nervous laugh. He is smiling now in anticipation.

"I am not sure... where to begin," he admits. His hands are now resting just above her hips, his fingers lightly caressing the back of her waist. "Do you have any preference?"

If she does not, he might just have to start kissing her, wherever his lips find their way. Her skin is so soft, and so warm...
Edited Date: 2010-11-21 07:02 am (UTC)

Date: 2010-11-22 05:39 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (Default)
From: [personal profile] hell_in_highheels
"Well... I could quiz you on human erogenous zones."

Her fingertips trail along the shell of his ear, down to the lobe, exploring his skin with her own senses. Curious to know if he has the same fine hairs at the edge of his hair line.

"But that would be better done with less clothing, one thinks."

Date: 2010-11-22 06:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com
He does not, sadly. All of his hair is uniform in texture, and is only located (she will find) on his head. But it is possible that he has extra nerve endings in all appropriate areas.

"I suppose it would be," he replies, trailing his fingers around to the front of her hip, just above her thigh. He removes his hands from her, though, to undo the zipper on the shirt of his uniform. He pulls it off, revealing a black, short-sleeved undershirt underneath (and very pale, very toned-looking arms).

"Though I could quite easily take such a quiz with only one of us unclothed," he points out. He is unable to resist the urge to wrap his arms around her waist, if only for a few moments, so he can feel her warm, soft skin against his bare arms.

Date: 2010-11-22 06:16 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (oh you)
From: [personal profile] hell_in_highheels
Her arms encircle his neck, and her fingers tease up into his hair, nails lightly grazing his scalp.

"You could, but where's the fun in that?"

Her body leans into his embrace, and she grins down into his face, her midriff pressed against his sternum. He is much warmer to the touch than she'd anticipated, and the synthetic feel of his skin is strangely arousing. Goosebumps flare across her shoulders, down her d├ęcolletage, and across the tops of her breasts, her nipples rising to sharp little peaks under his breath.

He's strong, she can feel that much, and the more forward he is, the more she responds.

Date: 2010-11-22 07:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com
The goosebumps are noted (and they are certainly easy to spot, from this distance). Certain rarely-used subroutines are gradually being activated, and he will start responding according to her responses.

He removes one hand from her back to cup one of her breasts, simultaneously giving it a featherlight kiss. His other arm is pressing against her back, pulling her closer, still carefully but with far less hesitation now. He is slowly (slowly for an android, at least) learning how to concentrate in the midst of all these new sensations.

"I could attempt to show you where the fun would be in that, but you informed me that was not what you wanted," he says, looking up into her eyes again. His voice is slightly lower now, and just barely above a murmur.

Date: 2010-11-22 07:47 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (River)
From: [personal profile] hell_in_highheels
Strangely enough, the more responsive he becomes, the more subroutines go offline in her brain. Like language, for instance, at least for a moment. She takes a shuddering breath at the feel of his lips. He pulls her closer and her back arches. A shiver runs down her spine, grounding in her hips.

She chuckles under her breath at his words, her eyes considerably darker now.

"Tell me what you want," she whispers, easing him back onto the bed. "Tell me in exquisite detail."

Date: 2010-11-22 08:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com
She may notice that he is supporting her a little bit, to make sure that the descent is gradual. Call him paranoid, but he still wants to be somewhat careful in light of her recent injury.

He brings his hand under her shoulder and around to the back of her head, teasing the edge of her ear lightly with his thumb. And he pulls her into a kiss, to see what experimenting he can do there. He keeps it light at first, even separating it into more than one, so there is time for their breaths to hit and tickle each other's lips.

Meanwhile, the arm that was around her back is sliding gradually down to her thigh, where he tugs gently, suggesting that she bring it higher and around to the outside.

Date: 2010-11-22 08:14 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (Default)
From: [personal profile] hell_in_highheels
Her eyes fall closed as she sinks into him. She follows him down, painting his mouth with soft, breathless kisses, licking and nibbling, letting him guide her until she is straddling his hips, her weight resting along his torso.

In the same breath, she deepens the kiss and can't help but let her hips press against his, curious what she'll find there, aching for a little friction and pressure right where she needs it.

Date: 2010-11-22 08:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com
He continues to kiss her, deepening his own kiss as she deepens it. She may notice that he is copying her movements from time to time, as he is programmed to do, under the assumption that she will find what she is doing to be pleasurable as well. (For the first time, though, he can see why she would find those things to be so.)

There is a slight intake of breath when he realizes what she is doing with her hips. The process had been started and he had not really noticed it, but now the pressure in that area is increasing at a significantly accelerated rate. He kisses her a little more desperately. The nerve endings in that area are very active, and affecting him. He has never actually wanted it like this before. He can even feel the heat that his own systems are generating, and he is finding it oddly difficult to ignore...

Date: 2010-11-24 04:28 am (UTC)
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She has to breathe at some point, so she pulls back a bit, smiling down at him, stilling the motion of her hips now that she's established that yes, it is having an effect. Her fingers toy with the edge of his shirt, lightly brushing his skin.

"Tell me, Captain. I want to hear it from your lips."

Date: 2010-11-28 03:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com
Data shudders at the light feeling of her fingers against his side.

He blinks at her for a moment, remembering the question. He had not forgotten it, exactly, but his cognitive processes had certainly been distracted from it (not to mention that his lips had been busy).

He pulls her face back down to kiss her cheek again, and then bring his lips right next to her ear. His voice sounds different when he talks quietly-- deeper, less precise, maybe-- but he answers just slightly faster than is possible for humans, who require time to breathe.

"I would like you to make contact with every single nerve ending that is present on my external structure, and would similarly like to make contact with every one of yours. I want to memorize the texture, scent, taste, and temperature of every square centimeter of your surface area. I want you to allow me inside of you. I want you to let me feel so connected to you that I temporarily forget that I am not human."

(She asked for exquisite detail, did she not? Of course, this is Data; he could always manage more...)

Date: 2010-11-28 04:28 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (oh you)
From: [personal profile] hell_in_highheels
If he's listening, he can feel her heart rate accelerate at the sound of his voice, at his very words. Her respiration quickens, her cheeks flush with heat, and her body curls against him, a slow wave that rolls up from her hips.

"I was hoping you'd say something like that," she purrs, her voice languid and low for the greatest possible erotic effect.

"It might take a few hours, or days even, to fully appreciate all the possible combinations of hand and mouth and cock and cunt, but I'm game if you are." She enunciates the key words and punctuates the sentiment with a twist of her pelvis against his erection.

Date: 2010-11-28 06:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com
Data is listening. He is paying careful attention to every one of her physical reactions, and their presence only encourages him to tighten his grip on her, to hope he can find ways to cause more such reactions. The sound of her voice triggers still more reactions in his systems, from his pulse to his respiration to his surface temperature, and a shuddering vibration running through his own body to echo hers.

He is not bothered by her rather... colorful choice of terms, though he does raise his eyebrows slightly. (He cannot help it-- it simply registers a certain way with his pre-programmed sense of propriety.) At the moment, however, he is finding that in some odd way it intrigues him.

"I am 'game,'" he tells her, repeating the colloquialism. (It will always sound awkward when he says it.) "In that case, I suppose we should begin to explore those combinations as soon as possible."

He rises off his back a few inches, indicating that he would like to sit up. He is still all but fully dressed, and it is rather imperative that he remedies that fact quickly.

Date: 2010-11-28 06:37 am (UTC)
hell_in_highheels: (oh you)
From: [personal profile] hell_in_highheels
She moves with him, sitting back as he rises to a seated position, and helping him ease his shirt off over his head. She's grinning like a mad woman now, her hands skimming down his chest, finding the clasp for his trousers. Her own urgency now showing quite blatantly in the way her hands are shaking and the way she's painting the side of his neck with hot, open-mouthed kisses.

"Might I make a suggestion?" Her question is voiced in a breathless whisper against his skin.

Date: 2010-11-28 06:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ol-yellow-eyes.livejournal.com
Her urgency at this point is noted. It is only a little familiar, but it triggers something in him automatically. Suddenly all of his mental processes are focused on the desire to satisfy her craving. Well, not all of his mental processes-- this time, he is also focused on wanting to satisfy his own. He grasps for her almost as desperately as she is kissing him, able to enjoy the feeling of her warm skin against his entire upper body now.

"Of course. What is it?" he asks, shifting almost a little uncomfortably. He is also in the process of trying to kick off his boots.

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