BIG OL' WARNING FOR A SMALL LEMON (CONTRACTUAL DIRTY OFFICE SEX)
Fast forward two weeks:
Fizz woke up groggy and irritated. That nightmare was really starting to wear him out. He flopped on his back, turning his head to stare at the little demon curled up next to him. Seemed like his tossing and turning hadn't woken her, that was good. It was one thing to cheer up someone else when they were feeling down. His entire existence was based around entertainment, but he'd be damned if he let her see him like this, shaking and a mess. If he'd had the proper biology right now he was certain he'd have broken out in a cold sweat, and either way the feeling was still there.
His internal clock told him it was just about dawn. He sure as Hell wasn't going back to sleep after that, so after a while of laying and thinking, tapping the fingers of his free hand (Samara had taken to rolling towards him in the night and had trapped his other arm under her) against the crimson covers, he sighed heavily. Samara had been really great to him so far, and he knew she wasn't thrilled about sharing her space indefinitely, even with them getting along. He knew a thing or two about needing space away from everyone now and then.
Carefully, he slipped away from her, pulling the covers back over her shoulders and tip-toeing out of the room.
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Sniff sniff...
Samara's eyes shot open wide and she tumbled out of bed, tangling in the sheets and hitting the ground hard and face first, her oversized nightshirt riding up and revealing the cotton candy print shorts she'd put underneath. Pushing herself up with a pained groan, she struggled in a panic with her silken prison. The acrid stench of smoke had been what had dragged her none too gently back to the waking world.
"Something's burning! SHIT!"
Her mind raced. Fizz's shorting must have finally caused a fire after all! She had just freed one foot and was tugging at the other when the door swung open, and in walked Robo Fizz, carrying a tray and looking thoroughly amused at the scene he'd just walked in on.
"Morning, Sunshine! D-doing some early yoga?" He teased, chuckling at her reddening cheeks.
"Haha, very funny Fizz. But, don't you smell that? Something is burning. One of your sparks must have done it, hurry! Get me up we've got to put it out before it spreads through the apartment!"
She managed to free her other leg and bolted for the door, only to be stopped by one of Fizz's arms snaking around her waist and dragging her back, her claws digging into the floor the whole way.
"Ah-ah-ahhh! Hold your horses the-e-ere, babes! That wasn't me-e. Well, okay I guess k-iiinda it's my fault. Had a bit of a mishap-p in the kitchen. Took a few tries but tadaaaaa-aaa-aa!"
He spun her around and presented the tray he'd still been holding to her.
"Fizz, I—wow!"
It was loaded with a full breakfast. Eggs, bacon, orange juice, even French toast, which she hadn't had since she was a child... She hadn't had much time for cooking once she'd joined the circus. It all looked delicious, even with the toast a bit charred at the edges.
"T-the toast took a few-few tries."
He set it down at the foot of the bed. Samara plopped back onto it and dove into the meal, munching noisily.
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