Suddenly, more blood was beginning to trick out from the opened wound that had ripped more open. You hurried to fetch the patcher, an advanced medical device used in procedures that required a fast stitch, or closure of over-bleeding wounds. This would control blood loss and reduce deathly risk for the patient. You applied the tissues near the wound and quickly close the wound using the patcher that stapled the wound close. Typically, this required changing every four days or then cases of infections could emerge. Successfully closed, you sighed leaving the breath you held in all along escape from your lungs. A bead of sweat ran down your forehead. Your body turned away to put the patcher in its usual spot on the table beside the examination table, but remain facing away. You rest your hands onto the small table. "David what is happening to your body?" You turn only to find him standing and directly facing you. Frozen in place, the sense of fear rose inside of you. "Ms. (Y/n), do you know why your people made me?" he asked stepping forward as you stepped back. "You see. I've watched my own creator, Mr. Weyland, spend his entire life contemplating about: where humans came from, what happens when they die, and what their purpose is." David stopped, but you had already backed up to the wall. "Not even Dr. Holloway and Shaw could answer Mr. Weyland's questions. Nor could I because I had no soul." "What are you trying to say David?" you asked fearing his answer. "Ms. (Y/n). The reason why they died, was because they were as disappointing as their makers, because they did not know they're purpose. I understand human emotions, although I couldn't feel them myself. But things aren't the same now, and the difference is, I know what my purpose is" he said as he stood towering over you. Your head was lifted and all of a sudden, you felt a moist surface press against your lips. Your heart bet almost twice as fast as David pulled you close to his body. You felt as the person you had always considered more human, more admirable, ravish your lips with his. Feeling him pull your cardigan off your shoulders to expose your flesh. Shocked and flushed from the sudden action, you could feel yourself fade into his syncing lips that kissed with want and heat. Just as he was about to go further, you snap yourself out of it and whip yourself away from him. "What are you doing David?" you asked. "What's even going on here? First of all, you've been acting strangely these past few days and your body is changing." You stare at him afraid to look away. "What is it that you want?" you asked, wanting the truth. He stood still, but then looked at you in the eyes. "Want? Before that was only a concept I had been familiar with to a certain extent, but things have changed." "David wait" you plead as he continued advancing. "David stop!" "I'm sorry Ms. (Y//n), but I'm not an android anymore. I'm metamorphosing and with it my own emotions." Instinctively you sprint into a run towards the exit, but David had blocked your path completely. "Why are you doing this?" you ask him in panic and frustration. "I thought it was already oblivious to you Ms. (Y/n). I'm sure you figure it out." "What? What do you mean by that?" A moment passes before in those very few seconds, everything interlinks and you realize the truth. The truth behind all of the weird behaviors, changes and his body. ".....it's me" you whisper. "You want, me." Your brain went over and over those words. Your eyes stared into his. You quickly try to grab anything that could act as a weapon, but David proved too quick and swiftly pulls you to the nearest table. He nestles between your legs. You try to push against him, trying to create as much space as possible. This was way too quick to bare with but he doesn't do anything. "I do not want to result to unnecessary violence Ms. (Y/n). So please do not resist me." He attacks your neck with both of your hands trapped in one hand. Pinning you between his body and the wall you feel him lick your ear. Small kisses trickle down your nape as he laps at it carefully. He could feel as your body trembled in such a vulnerable position with the way he began to suckle at your tender skin and leaving hickeys behind. Soft lips once more attacked yours, but more gently. His lips moved in sync with yours, you feel his free hand touch your side under your shirt. Gasping from the electrifying cold sensation of his hands, his tongue lunges into your wet cavern tasting every section of his new territory. Feeling his grip loosen from your confined hand, he retracts from his treatment and looks at you straight in the eyes. He leans over to your neck near to your ear and whispers "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this" he says, his breath brushing your ear.
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After the Prometheus
RandomWARNING: *Prometheus* and its characters belong to their original owners and vice versa other than those I created. There may also be spoilers of the MOVIE in the description below. In the year of 2093, on the outsets of a world with unstudied speci...