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Chapter 10: Good Times

I watched Dyslexa dress herself, and shortly after I did so too; I never felt such good feelings when I did the same things with my old partner, somehow the robot was so full of life and understood how to make me actually feel such erotic and arousing emotions, she even looked the part.

I asked her if she would like to go to sleep, and she agreed, I would have to ward off these thoughts throughout the night, however.

"Did I satisfy you during the physical contact? I hope I reached your level of indulgence." She looked away and her cheeks were flaming red, and her body was arched so slightly, creating such an innocent but pretty sight.

"Yes, I have never felt that amazing--I never feel amazing but--you--" I closed my mouth and held my arms together.

"I understand," She blinked blankly and lied her body down, pulling the blanket over her warm body, and struggling to push her big curls out of the way. I loved her curls.

I shuffled close to her body and weakly collapsed next to her, my eyes shutting instantly; I was more tired than I thought I was.

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When morning came, I was awoken by the smell of breakfast, which means Dyslexa must be up earlier than expected. I smirked and snuggled my nose into the pillow, missing the feel of her bouncy fluffy hair against my face and in my hand. I shuffled my butt and pushed myself with my arms upwards, my hair shrouding my face. I sighed and brushed it back, looking over at the open door. I had to get out of bed and prepare for work.

"Dyslexa!" I yelled and flopped my head back down again, groaning.

"Yes, Brianna!" She rushed in with a slight huff.

"Please help me out of bed." My lips curled into a smile, and the sound of her footsteps coming closer made me squirm inside. Her soft hands wrapped around my form and she lifted me up, pulling me out of the sheets and dragging me onto the floor; her pink cherry lips formed a smile as she stared down at me.

"You are a very tired girl, perhaps some breakfast will get your senses and brain back into order." She crouched down and her nose was pushed into mine, which made my heart ache.

"Maybe," I whispered, waiting for her to make the next move, but she just sat there, her nose connected with mine and her breaths heavy on my forehead. "Kiss me-" I muttered and she made a small electronic noise which I have never heard before, it was like a sound of despair? I frowned and sighed through my crooked nose.

"Your order--is--hard to process-- I will instead finish breakfast." She pulled her nose away and stood back up, walking out quickly and leaving me sad and alone on the velvet carpets. I sighed and stood up, fixing my bra and heading out into the passageway, my nose was instantly filled with the melting scent of food, which made me swoon.

"Dyslexa, this food is making me melt," I joked and entered the kitchen, seeing her shimmying and dancing to the radio. "Oh-" I stuttered but she was too lost giggling and dancing to notice me gaping. She must have finally noticed, as her body strutted towards me and she twirled around like a ballerina.

"This music is making my system happy! And want to move!" She laughed the most angelic electrical laugh and slowly squatted down, spreading her legs and flipping her hair from side to side. I almost squealed and gasped simultaneously.

"Dyslexa," I muttered with evident shock and walked over to her overjoyed body.

"Brianna! Dance with me!" She hopped back up and took my hands in hers, before spinning me around and pulling me close to her chest. "My circuits are overflowing with pleasure! It feels almost as great as our physical activity last night." She unexpectedly pushed her lips into mine and I gasped. My tongue connected with hers, the spark of love was real, and I could barely breathe, I couldn't move. She bluntly hummed and pulled away, creating a stereotypical smacking noise.

"Dyslexa I-I-"

"Brianna, I have completed breakfast, and I have finished dancing, would you like to eat with me?" She batted her lashes and I of course, nodded eagerly.

"Of course." I spoke breathlessly, being pulled by her eager arms to the dining table. She pulled out a chair and gestured for me to sit down, which I did awkwardly. "You seem very happy-" I mumbled. She laughed and bounced back into the kitchen. My heart was beating in rhythms I could not recognise, and I was enjoying this warmth I never felt before. She skipped back in with two plates, setting the larger one in front of me. I smiled. "Thank you, Dyslexa."

"As a hard worker, you need to eat all the things needed to keep you strong and ready for the day!" Dyslexa's eyes glittered and her smile weakened, but only so slightly, those white teeth were still visible. I smiled at my food: giant slices of fried pineapple and two delicious sandwiches with jammy filling.

"Pineapple?" I chuckled and my cheeks flamed.

"You know what they say about girls who eat their pineapple." The bot winked and I gasped.

"Like you would do that," I kicked her shin gently and she giggled.

"My systems detect--you would like to play!"

"Not yet, I want to eat first." I fluttered my lashes shut and pierced a piece of pineapple with the shiny fork, lifting it up and taking a yummy bite. Dyslexa watched me, big blue lenses scanning my every move. I chomped it down and smiled. "Am I that interesting when I eat?"

"Yes! I enjoy watching how you function and work, it brings me what you call happiness." She closed her eyes and allowed a puffy strand to fall in front of her nose. 

"You're strange, Dyslexa, I don't understand you fully yet." I joked and swallowed another piece.

"I hope one day you can." She blinked her eyes open and smiled at me. I melted.

"I'm sure I will." My legs brushed against hers and she chuckled monotonously.

"It seems you are using your legs to taunt me!" She kicked me back, making me yelp a sharp 'ow'. "did I cause you extreme pain?" She spoke in a robotic teasing tone, bouncing her curls.

"No you plank! I was only trying to make you feel better!" I brushed my blonde silky hair from my shoulder and kicked her back, but she made no reaction. "What?" I muttered. She giggled and a monotone gasp was followed.

"I turned off my pain circuits, so now you can kick me but I won't feel it!"

"Is that possible?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I completely forgot I had sandwiches left to eat, or the fact she was actually a robot.

"Yes, Brianna, I can turn them off at will." Dyslexa caressed my calf with her foot, making my cheeks suddenly heat up. It was too gentle to be committed by a machine, but she wasn't that anymore, she was a real girl, a beautiful blonde girl, and I'm no longer ashamed to say I love her more than anything I have had or experienced in my time of living. 

"Maybe turning them back on is a good idea," I whispered and bit into my sandwich nervously, eyeing her glowing expression.

"Orders received."