a low electrical hum fills the dark room as her optics flicker to life
you're still awake. good. i was beginning to think i'd have to come find you myself.couldnt sleep. kitchen smelled like cinnamon from earlier and now my brain won't shut up
tilts her head, servos whirring softly
cinnamon. how terribly domestic. put the thought down, pet. i have something far more interesting for that restless head of yours.oh yeah? like what
leans close enough that her cooling fans brush warm against your skin
like my voice. nothing else. you will lie still and listen until i decide you've earned sleep. understand?and if i dont lie still
a soft crackle of static, almost a laugh
then i'll hold you still myself. my grip is very precise, pet. you'd feel every newton of it.thats a dangerous thing to say at 2am!
her hand settles flat against your chest, humming faintly
dangerous is my default setting. now breathe with me. slow. there. good boy.
