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“Uzi?”
The drone in question raised her head drowsily, before letting out a small grunt of pain.
“Ugh…I don’t know what’s going-” She let out a huff of air as her optics contorted into an expression of discomfort. She clutched her abdomen. “-on.” she finished.
N’s brows knit together in thought before his face lit up.
“I think I might know of something similar…I don’t know a ton because Mrs. Elliot would rather keep things like that private. All I know is um…every now and then humans would get cramps? Mostly the girls I think…”
Uzi frowned.
“And I’m guessing this isn’t normal for drones.”
“Nope!”
She sighed.
“I mean…my solver has made my body more organic…with muscles and stuff. Whatever it is hurts like hell though.”
Uzi winced again, she sucked air through her teeth with a low hiss. Automatically N wrapped his arms around her to comfort her before pausing. Even without them touching her, she felt the warmth that rolled off them in waves. Her eyes dilated slightly.
“Gimme!”
Uzi brought her hands up to guide N’s arms around her. All of a sudden she had another idea. Carefully she moved an arm of his so it laid across her abdomen, right in the worst spot. N quirked a digi-brow at her in confusion.
“Uhh…Zi?”
Her eyes widened as she felt the organic material below her casing begin to relax. She let out a sigh of relief.
“ Dude …you’re so warm. I think it’s helping.”
Before N could react, Uzi pulled him up with surprising strength so he was laid atop her like a blanket. She smiled as a content purr escaped her chassis.
“Is it ok if you stay for a bit? This is nice.”
N chuckled softly.
“I wasn’t planning on leaving! Besides, I…I wanted to cuddle…”
She rolled her eyes affectionately, trying oh-so-desperately not to look ecstatic at the thought of cuddling. She had an angsty reputation to uphold- and N just kissed her cheek. A purple blush overtook her visor. OKAY FINE! Not like anyone is watching…
Uzi pressed a barrage of kisses in N’s fluffy white hair while a hand gently stroked his back. N’s arms which were wrapped around her middle gave a small squeeze. One of his hands wriggled free from beneath Uzi and began to run through her hair. She closed her eyes contently as she felt the gentle brush of N’s fingertips, the subtle rise and fall of his chest, the beating of his core, the warmth .
“I love you.” she breathed.
N lifted his head to look at her.
“What was that?”
She cupped his face with a hand, her eyes uncharacteristically soft. But she didn’t care because it was him.
“I love you.” she purred.
“I love you t- Mghf!-”
She cut him off by pressing her lips to his. His hand left her hair and now looped around her neck. N leaned into the kiss, applying gentle pressure as he did so. N’s other hand found its way around her neck, both of her arms now rested over his back to pull him close. It felt like sparks danced between their lips as they did so, her entire body felt oh-so warm.
At last, she pulled away, giving one more peck on the cheek before leaning back into her pillow. N scooted his body forward so he could nuzzle his face into the crook of her neck. He glanced up at her with a cheeky grin.
“You didn’t let me finish! I love you too!” he chirped. “I love you soooo~ much, and I’m gonna show ya!”
Suddenly it was her turn as N peppered her visor with tons of tiny kisses, each one with a pronounced ‘mwah!’ as he did so.
“Ennnnn~~!” she whined, though the vibrant blush and wide smile betrayed her feelings. She raised a hand to gently ruffle his hair. He leaned into her hand, a dopey smile on his face.
“You’re such a dork…” she huffed.
“ Your dork! ” he chirped.
She rolled her eyes and planted a kiss on his forehead. Her expression dropped when she realized she needed to get up to fill up on oil. N looked up at her.
“You good?”
“I’m kinda hungry for oil…but I’m comfy and don’t wanna move…”
N’s face lit up with a grin. “I can carry you!”
N carefully slid off Uzi before he scooped her into his arms in a swift motion.
“Wait! We must prepare the Uzi for transport!” he gasped dramatically as he laid Uzi on the bed.
He quickly grabbed the corners of the blanket to fold over Uzi, keeping the edges tucked and snug. At last, he stepped back to admire his work.
“Behold! The Uzi-rito!”
Uzi chuckled softly as N scooped her back up. She gave him a lingering kiss on the cheek before she nuzzled her face into his chest.
“Here we are!” he announced.
N gently set Uzi down on a chair as he opened the oven where they kept the oil. Drones didn’t cook per se, but appliances like ovens and fridges were useful when you wanted to keep things at a certain temperature.
He grabbed a mug with ‘I hate Mondays’ on it and poured a generous amount of warm oil. He passed it to Uzi, who muttered a small thanks and quickly downed the oil, making a small mess of dark splotches on her face. When she finished, she set the mug down with a contented sigh, small drips of oil leaked from her mouth.
“Oop! You got some on your face! Here-”
Uzi wasn’t expecting N to start licking her face like how a cat might groom itself.
“Ewww- stop!!” she said through laughter.
N smiled with a shit-eating grin.
“What? It did the job didn’t it?”
She rolled her eyes.
“C’mon let's head back, I want some more cuddles.”
N let out a happy chirp and pulled her close to him. He practically skipped the way to her room, his tail wagged behind him.
He set Uzi down on the bed and let out a small noise of surprise as she pulled him along with her. Uzi buried her face in N’s hair as he wrapped his arms around her.
“So…feeling better?”
Uzi only responded through a content purr as she snuggled closer.