'TIS THE SEASON

[percept]

WHO: Vandal and IDW!Perceptor
WHERE: Starting in the medbay
WHEN CRISSMIS
WHAT: Schmoop.
WARNINGS: n/a

Perceptor crept into the medbay feeling, as always, more than a little out of place. This was the domain of medics and the unwell, and since his own prolonged convalescence he had mad a point of avoiding it. At least, until Vandal had become a fixture. Now he found himself there daily, popping in to visit her, spending as much time with her as he could. The past couple of days he's only left to scrounge supplies for... well. A surprise.

Which is why he's here now, approaching Vandal's berth, trying to put his best poker face on.

"Hello Karrie."

Comments

[vandalization]

"Uh-huh. Gotcha." She nods sagely, her lips drawing a tight line of her face.

There's a little silence after he finishes. Would it be bad of her? She'd only told Wing that she had a... well a preference for all three of them. More over, she wants to be certain of something like that. That she's not just needy for comfort or rebounding or whatever. She doesn't want to hurt him. Or anyone.

But-

"Well I mean not really I don't mind or anything. S'pose that's the first time you've ever kissed a girl." Which is odd to think about.

[percept]

"I suppose it was. It was a very... A very pleasant experience."

He wants to do it again, that's for sure, but he's quick to quash the impulse. Still, it would be so easy to simply lean back in, brush their lips together and--

No. Abort. Negatory.

He turns the slow lean in into a simple, gentle headbutt, resting their foreheads together. Good job, Perceptor.

"Happy Christmas, Karrie."

[vandalization]

She finds herself getting her hopes up, only to balk a little when their foreheads touch.

Oh. Alright. That's probably for the best. She honestly shouldn't be inlicting herself on these poor bots any more than she already does, anyways. He already did this much for her, it's ride to expect him to- well. After how the last experience went, she doesn't want a repeat.

"Merry Christmas, Percy."

[percept]

He doesn't want to presume anything, and he already feels like he's pushed it too far. That, given how much he enjoyed their kiss, he's somehow abusing an innocuous human tradition.

"Would... You be comfortable resting like this, with me?"

He's almost meek when he asks, his expression hopeful.

"I thought we could sleep together for a bit. I'm sure the medics won't mind if you're gone for a while--I can take full responsibility for your whereabouts."

[vandalization]

"Hey, you don't need to convince me." Sleeping in the arms of a very attractive man-robot? Without a doubt.

She tugs him down with her and curls against his chest, wrapping her arms around him . That's a very, incredibly satisfying feeling. Far more so than she should really allow herself but...

What the hell.

[percept]

He's happier than he should be that she accepts his request without needing any sort of prodding from his end, laying back and folding his arms around her.

This is what he's missed most. The closeness. The comfort. Just having someone with him for once.

He'll feel guilty about the kiss more later. For now he's determined to focus simply on being with Vandal and enjoying it.

[vandalization]

This is perfect. This is so good she could just cry. She won't, but damn it's fucking nice.

She closes her eyes, and she can hear a simulated heart beat. He really went all out.

One hand resting on his chest, she lets herself drift in and out, not terribly concerned with sleep, just enjoying the great sense of comfort it brings.