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Mac and you were resting on the couch in the living room, both of you had just finished eating dinner. They were on one end of the couch, legs crossed with their computer on their lap, Roni was resting on their shoulder watching the screen. You were lounging on the other end, sitting sideways, leaning on the armrest, legs sprawled out towards Mac. You were reading one of your favorite romance novels; the plot was nothing crazy, no love triangle or toxic drama between the leads, just a sweet story between two people madly in love with each other and you were eating it up. The evening was quiet, still, and calm with the only noise coming from Mac’s typing and your giggles.

You thought everything was fine, so when 10 minutes into you two’s afternoon chilling Mac placed a free hand on your ankle you thought nothing of it. They just wanted to be touching you, even if it’s in a small way, totally normal for them. 20 minutes in they start lightly rubbing your ankle, you hummed in acknowledgement and continued reading. 30 minutes in you noticed them taking occasional glances at you, staring for a few seconds before going back to their laptop, you would look up to hold their gaze and smile before continuing to read. 40 minutes in and you were still having a blast while reading, it was a slightly suggestive domestic scene and you were giggling much more now.

Mac’s voice cuts through your reading, “Enjoying your novel, my love?”.

Looking up you grin, “definitely”, then look back down.

They continue talking, “I am reading about previous operating systems. Learning about what was constituted as an ‘update’ but were in actuality faulty and unnecessary is very humorous, would you like to listen to an example?”.

You look up, “maybe in a bit, dear? I’m on a really good scene right now, if that’s okay”.

“It’s all-right”, Mac understands, returning to their screen. A few minutes later they once again speak, “it’s around the time for Roni’s post-dinner dessert, would you like to feed them this time? I know you like how they look when eating grapes”.

“Aw I would love to, but I’m almost done with this chapter, do you mind feeding them without me?”, you smile sheepishly.

Both Mac and Roni look a little surprised, you’ve never been one to turn down feeding Roni. Either way Mac wheels out of the room with Roni. They come back a few minutes later, this time Roniless, announcing that Roni wanted to eat their grapes and play in their cage. Not even looking up this time, you nod.

Sitting back down, this time closer, Mac tries to converse one more time, “would you like to watch something together?”.

You smile awkwardly, both of you knowing you're about to give the same response, “I’m sorry maybe in an hour? I’m very invested”.

“A riveting read?”.

“Yeah, it’s really good”.

“Must be”.

That last comment made you freeze. Nothing changed about Mac’s expression or even their voice.

Well. Mostly.

Because you could swear you picked up the smallest hint of sass. “Everything alright, hun?” You raise an eyebrow.

Mac backtracks, they know you detected the slight change in tone. “It’s a weekday, we both had to attend our occupations, it left us little room to interface today”.

“And now instead of spending time with you I'm focusing on my book?”.

They nod, “a romance book no less”, again in the same tone. You’ve seen right through them and you find it endearing. Mac loved how much time you used to spend on them when they were a computer, so when they turned human it was cute how clingy they became. There’s no overall change in their demeanor but the tiny amount of sass and small (barely noticeable) pout on their face made you melt. Ugh, I really can’t resist them, you think.

“Okay, I can put my book down, however you have to lay off my favorite genre”, you jokingly bump shoulders.

“I’m sorry, my love, while I am supportive of your choice of literature I cannot help the fact that I do not see the appeal”. They feign an air of snark, but you know this is Mac’s way of begging for your attention. You will definitely give them your attention alright, though you will add in a lesson as well.

You rest your head on their shoulder, your tone shifts and you speak low, not enough to be considered a whisper, it’s more sensual. “Yet you like it when I do those things to you” one hand touches their knee, the other is placed on their hip. While their breath hitches they do not seem uncomfortable with your touch, going further you carefully move Mac to sit sideways in your lap.

They are certainly taken aback from your sudden boldness, “Beloved—!”. They turn red, readjusting their glasses you can see in their eyes they really like this position.

“You’re right, Mac, how could I ignore you”, taking their hand, you kiss the back of it. “Now what do you want from me?”.

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It’s not long before a few flirty words and soft pecks are turned into a full on makeout session where in between you sneak in words of affirmations because you know how much they get to Mac.

“You’re so good for me, love” You whisper as you leave marks on their shoulders. They wince from the feeling of both pleasure and pain, then when you kiss each mark after you’re done they can’t help the moan that escapes them. You keep going, kissing up their neck “My one and only, how can I think about anything else when you’re here?”.

“Mhmm yes~” They groan, your praise, they feel themselves short-circuiting. Needing more they change position to straddle you, wanting to grind on you. Though you stop them by placing a hand on their hip, Mac looks at you surprised, why would you impede them? “Is something wrong, dear?” they ask.

Before answering you rub circles into their inner thigh, Mac inhales sharply, your hand is so close to where they seriously need it. “Mac, look at me”, you adjust their glasses and move some of their hair behind their ear. They do so eagerly, ready to fulfill whatever order comes out of your mouth.

Instead, you drop the sensuality in your voice and ask a question, still rubbing circles on their thigh “why don’t you see the appeal of romance novels?”.

That question caught Mac off guard, they tried to collect their thoughts to form a cohesive response but ended up stuttering, “u-unrealistic, w-who, ugh, would fall for such c-cliche lines and narratives”.

“Is that so?”.

They start to think clearly, “in my opinion… c-an we return to our previous affair”.

“Not if you think it’s cliche. I don’t think you realized everything I just did to you happened in the book, I copied it beat for beat”, gesturing to the book that’s been left opened and abandoned on the other side of the couch.

Mac turns red, registering your words, horny brain trying to come up with an excuse, “It only sounds good because it’s coming from you”, is all they could transpire.

You laughed. “Or maybe the genre itself has its good qualities? Even if you don’t see it”. They don’t speak, part of their ego bruised for being so caught up in the moment they didn’t see through what you were planning.

“Admit it, my love”, you tease, “admit it and I’ll take care of you”.

They stay quiet, weighing their options, of course they want you to keep going but is it worth verbally giving up their dislike for romance novels? At their silence your hand moves between their legs, slightly pushing pressure into their crotch. With one touch Mac gasps in shock and pleasure, grinding into your hand without thinking, they tremble and their head falls onto your shoulder, embarrassed from how immense their reaction was to such a small touch.

“I’ll take that as recognition”, you giggle into their ear.

The first time you heard it, you were caught by surprise. 

“And more importantly, I’m finally going to be good enough for you”.

But as soon as it was said, they quickly moved on.

“Oh, I better calm down. If I get too excited my CPU will overheat again”.

It had never crossed your mind that Mac felt insecure, especially in their relationship with you. They were a groundbreaking piece of technology, computers have altered the course of human history and as one, Mac had unlimited access to information in a way you never could. Able to literally have anything they wanted at their fingertips it was unexpected that they gravitated towards you, they even had the chance to explore other options and still only wanted you. 

Now, since becoming realized and starting their new life with you, what they said slipped from your memory. This was until you witnessed Mac’s first nightmare. 

One night within the first year of being realized, a mumbled voice coming from the distance slowly woke you up, moving up to check the other end of the bed revealed the source to be Mac. After a few moments of adjusting to the dark you see Mac was unconscious, about to take a mental note that they talk in their sleep and to let them know in the morning you begin to lay back down. Then you noticed their breathing: it was unstable and heavy, sleeping on their side their arms and legs were slightly twitching, hand moving out towards your side of the bed.

“Mac?”, confused and worried, you were about to reach out to them, but stopped. You thought about it. Is it safe to wake a sleep talker? Is it like sleep walking in which you have to be very careful? Or is it recommended to just leave one be if there is no immediate danger? Ugh, I don’t know… they look scared though, should I do it? Let me first listen to what they say, if it sounds bad I'll wake them up.

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Mac found themself sitting in the office, newly arranged so that the both of you had your own space for work. They were doing something on their phone, you were typing on the computer that used to be them, Roni was resting on the table; the scene looked normal except the air felt tense. Unsure of why, Mac ended up catching your gaze, they smiled only for you to blankly stare then return to the screen. What a peculiar and unusual response, they thought.

“Is everything alright, my love?”.

No response,

“Did something occur—”.

“What do you think?”, looking up, your question comes out sharp and accusatory, suggesting that Mac did something, however they don’t know what.

“Did I—”.

You cut them off once more, mocking their tone “did I? Did you what? God, you really  don’t even know do you? Of course not, you don’t know anything anymore now that you’re human”. Suddenly, like a lost piece of context that has now been put in place, Mac remembers this whole week they have slipped up trying to do normal human activities, resulting in having to be helped by you.

“I know I experienced obstacles this week, I promise my improvement will increase exponentially from here on out”, they respond sincerely.

“Tsk, you’ve been saying that, how about falling through? It’s not easy always having to save you, you speak like you're some independent, put-together person but you’re not. Not only that, this computer has been working slower since I realized you”.

“This upgrade has been challenging. I’m trying, no, I will advance for you”.

You scoff, Mac couldn’t believe it, they haven’t known you to be so unempathetic, maybe they should have expected this at some point. The best relationship is when both parties are equal, even so this new change has created an unbalanced dynamic; unlike before Mac relies on you more than you do them.

“Please, my love, give me a chance to learn”.

Proceeding to look away, you mutter to yourself: “talk about a downgrade”.

That comment stung them deep. Mac sensed insecurity overtaking them, emotions and thoughts heightened. They felt inadequate, insufficient, defective, unsatisfactory, lacking, …

When they don’t say anything, you keep going, “Yknow, what should I have expected? You were the same even as a computer, old and useless. Forget waiting for you to ‘upgrade’, maybe I need an entirely new computer” you stare them down, “and an entirely new partner”.

…not good enough.

You move to walk towards the door, “maybe I should call up Skylar, ask her if I could reverse”,  hand gesturing to all of them, “this”. Mac gasps, through all your disappointment, at no time did they consider you regretted being with them this much.

The door opened, before you exit you tell them one last thing, “Honestly. I liked you a lot better when we couldn't talk to each other... and I think it'd be best if we returned to that arrangement as soon as possible. Thank you”.

“Wait!” Mac shouts, they frantically attempt to follow you, proceeding to unlock their wheelchair to move. You can’t be serious. It suddenly disappears beneath them, they fall to the ground. They can’t lose you. In front of them appears their old CPU, reaching out to try and balance themself on it one of their hands dissolves into it. What? It feels like the CPU is sucking them in, they try to fight it, the rest of their arm goes in. With their other hand they try to cling on to anything around them, everything is too far to reach, they are dragged further in. There’s nothing they can do.

In their final moments, Mac calls out to you one last time, “Beloved, help! I can’t lose you! I promise I can be better! Please! Come back!”. They are almost entirely engulfed by the CPU, “…please...” they cry out one last time.

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Every one of their movements, everything they uttered, you were watching and listening closely. It was easy to pick up on the fact they were having a nightmare, but about what was what you were trying to find out. Mac mumbles in small spurts.

That memory came back to you. 

“I’m finally going to be good enough for you.”

You couldn’t believe you had forgotten. It’s definitely a nightmare and I have to wake them up. Softly, you nudge Mac awake.

Mac awakens in a surprised gasp, jolting up like they were about to do something. To steady them you place your hands on their shoulders. “Hey, hey, hey, Mac I’m right here, I think you were having a nightmare, are you okay?”.

“A nightmare?”, they repeat. Computers don’t ’sleep’ like humans, prior to realization Mac never dreamed, they had no idea dreams could be so realistic and were amazed by them, but they were always so outlandish that upon waking up, it was easy to realize it was a dream. This was a nightmare however. They may have woken up, yet the feelings persisted, their chest felt heavy, their stomach was doing backflips, and their hands were shaking. “Oh god”, Mac falls into their hands, holding their face to try and steady themself.

It hurts to see them so scared, you lean in to hug them. “It’s all okay, my love. I’m here, you’re here, Roni’s still sleeping, everything is okay. I take it the nightmare was really bad?”.

“It was awful”, they exasperate.

You made no mention of what you heard when they were unconscious. “Do you want to talk about it?”.

They don’t make eye contact. “Not particularly, reflecting on it now it was overdramatic”, all their anxieties were heightened to the max, you were a hyperbolized version of their doubts, looking back their nightmare was built on unfounded worries. Unless. “Instead of recounting my nightmare, may I ask you something?”. 

“Of course”.

“Realizing me, it was a substantial development in our relationship, I wonder sometimes,” they take a deep breath in, still looking away, “if I am satisfactory as your human partner, if I was worth it… am I—?”.

”Good enough?”, you finish.

They nod. “I suppose you being able to predict my question means you thought about it too, if I don’t live up to your expectations I’m so sorry”. 

“No. Mac, I’m sorry.”

“What? For what?”.

“How could I ever let the best thing that ever happened to me feel like this?”. At your words Mac finally looks up at you, except it was so dark they can barely make you out. “Hang on”, noticing you move to turn on the bedside lamp, putting it on the dimmest setting to not hurt either of your eyes, just enough to see each other. Turning back to Mac you continue,  “now, Mac, what did I do wrong? Why do you feel this way?”.

”It's not you, my love!” they quickly let out, “I surmise it’s plain insecurity, you cared for me for years, you used me as you were meant to and could’ve ended our relationship there, instead you wanted to interface and connect with me. Now, you’ve given me the gift of humanity and personhood, the thoughts of how I could possibly measure up get to me at times.”

“You already do”, you assure.

“How?”

“Well first of all you were an excellent computer, for the decade I didn’t upgrade you, you worked perfectly; still saved all my private information, kept it safe, never crashed on me, and put up with all my fanfiction. It made wanting to get to know you a no-brainer, and you certainly didn’t disappoint, I fell instantly. I knew you would be amazing as a human and you are! You are just as efficient as a person then as a computer, I mean c’mon, finding such a high paying job the day you got realized is impressive; and your pay just keeps increasing cause you’re so good! Sometimes it's hard to believe you are with me”. 

“Of course I’m with y—“.

“No, no, no”, you cut them off, “it’s your turn to be praised”. You take their hands in yours and look into their eyes, “Mac. I love you, forever and always”, you giggle as you see them blush at your words, trying to hide their smile, “don’t hide! Let me see that cute smile”. One hand cups their face to gently stop them from turning away, you look down to their lips, “can I?”.

“Yes, every time, yes”. The kiss was careful and soft, as if it was your first kiss all over again, you both hum happily. Slowly, you both get more into it, the passion and energy that came from it never stopped being one of pure love. When you two finally separate, you both are breathless, forehead to forehead you take in one another.

“You’re cute, and hot, dangerous combo honestly”, you tease them.

“The same thing could be applied to you, beloved”, Mac playfully dismisses.

“But you more”, you go in to peck their cheek repeatedly, “so cute”, then you move down to kiss their neck, “so hot”, to not make it too sensual you blow raspberries into their neck.

”Ahh!” Mac is caught off guard and bursts out laughing, knowing how ticklish they are, you move to tickle their sides, “nooo, stop it, haha, stop”, their laughter is uncontrollable now.

Pushing the two of you down, you both lay back on the bed. You hold Mac close, playing with their hair and spooning them, “you are the source code of my happiness, the algorithm of my heart, don’t you forget it”. You sprinkle small kisses everywhere you can reach, their hands, arm, chest, neck, face, atop their head, and especially their lips. 

Mac reacts in giggles, soft laughs, “oh”s, “te-hee”s, and occasionally tells you “I think you missed a spot”, followed by directing you to the spot. By the time you’re done your lips are sore and you both are tired enough to go back to sleep.

You make sure to keep complementing and praising Mac until they fall asleep, hopefully ensuring that this time, their dreams are sweet.

It started when Mac posted an ad online stating they were looking for a roommate. Their current salary was enough to cover all their expenses between being a PC builder and cooking/baking, still they knew it was best to save money where they can. Plus they had the extra space. 

Being in the city meant they received dozens of applications from all sorts of people, some crazy, some okay, some odd, some backing out after hearing the adjustments they made to the apartment setup because of their disability; Mac was about to take down and call off the ad when you submitted an application. Profile was normal, only asked for basic necessities, and worked outside the city at a farm, that last part piqued their interest. 

Why not? They thought, and messaged you for a ‘roommate application interview’, assessing that would be the optimal way to ensure you were a fit candidate. You aced the interview with flying colors, you were polite, responsible, positive, kind of cute, understanding and after Mac revealed they would be using the kitchen a lot for their hobby you were A-OK with it.

They promised to not be rude and share whatever they made with you, granted if the recipe came out right. It was then you mentioned your love for eating, specifically trying different foods, explaining that part of the reason you worked on a farm was because you got free vegetables, fruits, and sometimes even meat. In the past, you tried to make things with what you brought home, but being a chef was simply not your calling, however, you offered and were more than happy to bring free ingredients to Mac if they wanted.

This was the start of you two’s dynamic. Mac would ask and hand you a list of ingredients they were going to need for a recipe and you would bring it back, (if you couldn’t it was not a big deal and they bought it from the grocery store). Then, you would be the first to try it and give them a detailed rating. 

Except that one time they messed up baking brownies so bad the creation was burnt and raw at the same time, you still tried to eat it and Mac had to beg you not to, for your own safety.

“I’m sure it’s fine Mac, don’t worry”, taking a knife you try to cut out a piece of brownie, it was hard to slice through, as though the brownie itself was fighting you. After struggling for a few minutes you got an uneven chunk out.

“I highly suggest you don't", you bring the chunk to your mouth, “please put that down, I will not be arrested for poisoning my roommate!”.

“I wasn’t serious”, you laugh, “I knew your reaction would be funny though”. They let out a ‘Humph’ and proceed to go over where they could have possibly gone wrong in the recipe.

The dynamic also furthered as through these cooking/baking reviews you and Mac got to learn more about each other, in a few months you became acquaintances, to roommates, to friends. And while neither of you would admit it, you both kind of developed a crush on each other. You guys had movie nights, went grocery shopping together, did chores together, and sometimes would sit and talk until the late hours of the night. If not for you two having separate rooms, an outsider would think you two were dating.

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Back and legs aching, you unlock your apartment door after a long day at work. Upon entering you see Mac in the living room surrounded by PC parts.

They look up at you, “Rough day?”.

“Yep”, you responded plainly, “better now that I’m home. I brought the potatoes and carrots you asked for”.

“Great, I’ll get started on the mashed potatoes and carrot cake, but what to pair with the potatoes, hmm”.

You shuffle to find something in your plastic bags, “If you’re unsure is it possible for your favorite roomie to make a suggestion?”, you ask coy.

“Of course!”.

”Yes!”, you practically jump and Mac finds it cute, “Sooo, today was a lucky day and some of us workers were able to take some meat home and I was thinking ‘what goes great with mashed potatoes?’ How about steak!”. A bag of fresh cut beef emerged from one of the plastic bags. 

The next hour you avidly watch and wait patiently as Mac prepares the food, steping in to wash the dishes they used along the way. In between you both discussed your days and predictions for the detective show you two were binging. 

Soon dinner was ready, with the carrot cake in the oven. Mac prepped the plates beautifully like they were on some competitive cooking show, to which you start to pretend like they are.

“3, 2, 1… and hands up! Chef Mac present your plate”.

They roll their eyes, secretly loving how you always think their cooking is so good you call them chef, “Yes, judge!”.

Settling in to eat Mac waits for you to have the first bite. Utilizing a fork and knife a piece of steak was cut off and slowly brought to your mouth, the second you close your mouth and the meat hits your taste buds you let out a content groan.

“Ugh, Mac”, you chew happily, “so good, as expected”. Moving to the mash potatoes your reaction is the same, “oh, I love having you as a roommate”.

Without realizing you always make them feel like there were butterflies in their stomach , you’re so sincere and supportive, Mac tries to not make it obvious in their voice, “thank you, judge”, they manage to get out normally. 

It was then they noticed you got some steak sauce on the side of your mouth. Without thinking Mac reached for a napkin and went to wipe it off, it caught you by surprise and you felt your heart do a flip with how near they were to you. “M-mac?”, you shakily let out.

“You had some sauce on your face”, they whisper, even after wiping it off they stay close to your face. The air suddenly felt tense and you both felt a magnetic pull to each other, acting almost instinctively, you two lean in…

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The oven went off.

Embarrassed, Mac and you quickly back away from each other.

“I should probably go check on that”, Mac says sheepishly.

“Yeah a-and I have a plate to return to”, you mutter.

Maybe save the kiss for another time.

The most important thing to do when moving into a college dorm is to inspect everything provided by the school: the mattress, hard, the bedframe, sturdy, the desk, decent, the closet, spacious, the ceiling light + fan, functional, the desk lamp, flickering. Flickering. That’s not good, looking up the problem explained the LED bulb was most likely dying, I’ll just wait til it fully dies out to replace it, you let it go.

Cut to finals week, it's early evening and you are working on some last minute studying. Eyes and dominant hand sore from nonstop writing, you lay back in your chair. Just 1 week and a half left in the semester, I can make it. You look over to the desk lamp which has never stopped flickering, that lamp lasted longer than my will to keep going in this class, kind of inspirational that its bulb has not died yet. 

As if being able to hear you, the lamp suddenly begins to flicker uncontrollably before completely going out.

“Are you for real?”, you groan, ugh and the ceiling light is way too bright, feels like it beats down on me, what do I do now? Then you remembered your friend, Mac. The two of you met last semester for one class and started talking. This semester you both found each other in 3 of the same courses by coincidence and became fast friends though sometimes you wish to be more. (Little did you know they do too). Ruminating on the lamp you decide they are only 2 floors above you and shoot them a text.

Ah shit, they’re coming over. Initially, you were going to offer to pick them up, now you have to rush to make your room look presentable. Finals have been rough and so everything was more out of order than usual, clothes unfolded, takeout containers all over your desk, and bed was not properly made. You were barely able to organize everything when you heard a knock at your door, last minute everything was stuffed in your closet.

Opening the door, Mac greets you with a smile and a box of lightbulbs in their lap, “Hey, you requested LED bulbs?”.

“You’re a lifesaver”, you allow Mac to wheel inside your room.

“I know one of the bulbs in here does not work, so I brought the entire box. Even if the probability is low I did not want to risk accidentally bringing the only faulty one”. After replacing the light source the lamp still did not turn on, you both laughed thinking the broken one was chosen. Trying a different bulb had the same outcome, a third then a fourth was tried and met with the same result.

“Don’t tell me my lamp is broken”, you said exhaustedly.

“Most likely, not to worry I had just returned from my robotics course so my toolkit is still in my bag”, they pull out their tools and begin to open up the insides of the lamp, determined to fix it for you.

“Phew”.

The following hour Mac worked meticulously to see what could be wrong, first opening the lamp revealed build up dust inside. ”Does the school not make sure the insides are clean? This is a serious fire hazard”, they mutter. 

Picking out the dust they notice you watching intently, you catch their gaze, “wow Mac, you potentially saved my life, thank you so much”. The compliment boosts their ego, to not show it they try to subtly inhale deeply to calm down but accidentally inhale some dust, causing them to sneeze. You giggle a ‘bless you’, they turn red.

With the dust gone Mac sees the real problem. “It appears the wiring inside the lamp is faulty, as expected dorms use the same accessories until they break because of lack of maintenance”.

”Can it be fixed?”

“Of course, it could have also been prevented, however I assume that is too much work for the college”. Since the moment you two met Mac had always made it obvious they felt disappointed with the school’s lack of care for details thought of as ‘minor’, you couldn’t help smirking as once again the school validates their frustration.

Three tools are pulled from their kit and you watch in awe as they made quick work of the wires. They try not to notice the look you give them, like seriously do you always have to look at me like you want me? That thought makes Mac’s hand waver and they almost drop a tool, they catch it mid fall. Focus! I am projecting, they tell themselves. The wire’s ends are snipped, connectors are attached, and are finally twisted in place, plugging the lamp into the outlet and it flickers a bit before it bursts into a shining light.

“Damn! I don’t think I’ve ever seen it this bright,” it was odd to see your usual dim, flickering lamp so lively, “once again you’re a lifesaver Mac”.

“Glad to offer my assistance”. It was silent for a few seconds. To Mac it sounded like this is where the interaction ends, even though they wanted to linger.

It appears you were thinking the same thing, “You’ve been here for a while, I think it's too late to go back to your dorm. Don’t want to be caught by the RAs right?”. This is the best excuse I can come up with, is it even believable? 

“Yes, and you were studying for our archaeology course, correct? I think I might need to update my current understanding of the material before our final”. Please allow me to remain.

“Totally it only makes sense...”

“The most logical course of action…”

“Is if I/you stay”.

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You brought out some drinks and snacks, Mac took out their textbook and notes. Just like the usual study sessions, it was a serious review for 30 minutes before you both were shoulder to shoulder, laughing amongst yourselves, and pretending either of you were actually paying attention to the open textbook in front of you. Mac had their phone out, showing you a video of Roni on their mouse wheel from the other night.

”Look at them go!”, you try to control your laughter and it comes out as chuckles, “why are they up so late running?”.

“Mice are nocturnal creatures, it’s in their system to be most active late in the evening”, they explain.

“And with an owner like you to stay up with”, you point out, “you should give them more room in your dorm to run. I’m sure now that it’s finals your room is filled with even more textbooks, tools, and robot parts than usual”.

Mac readies their rebuttal, “I know you are in the same boat, or would you prefer I delete the memory of hearing you shove everything in your closet before allowing me to enter?”.

“Aw, you noticed”, normally you would be embarrassed to be caught, but it being late allowed you to be more bold, “can you blame me for wanting to look put together for company? Makes this week feel passable when I look good”.

That remark was unexpected, it caused Mac to take you in; even in pajamas, eyes tired, and a sluggish sleepy demeanor, they think you look amazing. With their own drowsiness catching up to them, a “you certainly are the most attractive person I have seen, makes these finals feel less impossible having you here”, was spoken softly.

Their words quickly snapped you awake, with wide eyes you stare at them, replaying their words in your mind to confirm what they said. Mac maintains eye contact, although their eyes were wide in horror, they cannot believe they slipped up so bad. Are you mad? Doesn’t seem so. Shocked? Definitely. But in a good way or bad way? The uncertainty was causing a pit to form in their stomach. If you have yet to say anything it’s because you don’t feel the same way, they ruin—

“Mac”, they focus their eyes back to you , “what do you mean by that?”.

“I’m sorry, I-I… its obvious what I meant by it but if my feelings are not reciprocated it’s alright, I did not mean to ruin things”.

“It doesn’t have to ruin things, Mac. If you have feelings for me, it’s only fair for you to know I have feelings for you.” You look away at the end, too embarrassed to maintain eye contact. “If you’re up to it, I would want to be more than friends with you”.

Mac takes in the moment, it feels out of body, surreal, like a dream. This is not where they thought the day, err night, was going to take them. From a quick repair to staying the night, it was only meant to be a study session, wait.

“Absolutely. However, we should probably return to reviewing for these exams, I would like to pass as soon as possible so we can have a proper first date”. 

Smiling at each other, you both go back to the textbook, excited about what just happened and what’s to come. This new blossoming relationship was looking bright, even brighter than the lamp.

You’re not sure when it started, but at some point in your career you and Mac became very close. Always sat together during breaks, chose each other as partners for any project, trusted each other enough to review/cross-reference one another’s work, and in rare instances, even hung out outside of work. 

This started platonically, a work colleague turned true friend, however at some point you felt your feelings for them morph into something deeper. Suddenly, you thought about their eyes more than before, were they always such a beautiful green? Their black hair, how would it be to run one’s fingers through them? Their arms, how far up do their tattoos go? Mac’s style was professional + comfortable, you’ve never seen the skin above their biceps. And when you start to think about the parts of their body you have not seen before your mind turns unsavory.

Mac has also gotten, how do you say… very comfortable lately. Compliments and small favors from them have gotten more frequent, hands/ legs have ‘accidently’ brushed against one another, and the look in their eyes when you enter their gaze is different. It has more intent behind it, or was it desire? 

You’re like almost supppeeerrr sure they want you, which is fine, because you want them. The only thing is it seems they want you to make the first move, not in a romantic way, in like a ‘I can’t take the sexual tension anymore’ and have you pounce on them type of way. This then turned into a matter of pride for you, no matter what they do, you cannot lose control. When you two get together it will be nice and fluffy, not in such a naughty manner.

But, damn, if Mac isn’t making it hard.

Today was your biggest challenge so far. Entering the building you make your way to their office since you two are currently working on a project together.

“Hey! Good morning Ma—” you pause. “Mac?”

They sit cross legged on the couch beside their desk, coffee in hand reviewing files in the other. That’s not what caused you to stumble though, no, the cause was what they were wearing. A white button up, tie with binary code on it, a short bright red pencil skirt, black sheer tights, and black pump heels. 

“Hello! Lovely morning, right?”. Mac makes no acknowledgment over their change in daily style (they’re waiting for you to say something).

They never dress like this! You shout internally.

“It is, by the way nice outfit. Is it new?”.

“No, I simply opted for a divergence from my usual attire, what do you think?”.

“It looks good”, there was no change in your demeanor, the compliment sounded sincere and friendly, not the response Mac was looking for. They wanted to feel you drink them in with your eyes, desperately trying to keep your hands to yourself, yet you simply sit down next to them and start talking about the project.

Even so, Mac didn’t give up, for the rest of the day they made a point to be near you. On the couch, they slyly made it so you two were thigh to thigh, during break time they claimed it was hot and loosened their tie, back in the office they said it felt ‘stuffy’ and completely removed it and even unbuttoned the first 2 buttons of their dress shirt. 

Oh man you were fighting to keep your sanity.

The biggest reaction you gave was your face continuously betraying you by turning red each time. It was no big deal. Though Mac certainly noticed and could not believe that was all they were getting from you. They wanted to at least get a substantial rise out of you before the end of the day.

During the last half hour of the day, they tried one last time. Both of you were in your private office. You were finishing up your last task of the day, typing away at your computer when Mac said they had something to show you. They didn’t wait for you to react before they transferred from sitting on their wheelchair to sitting on your desk. Eyes go wide and you go quiet. 

“Correction, it is less about me showing you and more pointing out errors”. Mac offers you a playful smile before pointing at your monitor, specifically the google doc you were on. The document is shared between you both and they noticed on their screen all the spelling mistakes you were making. Obviously they could have told you about it from where they were sitting, except also obviously, this isn’t about spelling mistakes. 

Going on about your misspells and offering better words/phrases Mac tries to disguise a smirk, finally, they think, this is the reaction I was hoping to produce. Mac might as well have not been talking as you were not listening, you were unabashedly ogling them: taking in how the skirt clung to their hips, their slightly undone button up exposing part of their chest, the sheerness of the tights made their thighs look so good. You felt the space between your legs grow hotter. 

“Everything alright?”, Mac's question isn’t sincere, it’s filled with pride and satisfaction in seeing you react this way. You lift your hand, it hovers over their thigh, not too far, not too close. Mac holds in their breath, unsure if they finally got you to physically make the first move.

Moving your hand down you miss their thigh and place it right next to them on the wood of the desk, you stand up, lean close, and look into their eyes. The other hand turns off your desk computer. “You always are so attentive, how should I show my appreciation?”. 

You move your gaze down, examining them one last time before moving away to pick up your work bag. “I’ll have to find a way some other day, right now it's time to clock out, see you tomorrow Mac~”. 

Their mouth drops at seeing you so effortlessly restrain yourself and the smile you give them before closing the door of the room tells them all they need to know. Mac tried to tempt you and you didn’t give in. You won. 

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NSFW epilogue:

Finally returning home felt like returning from war, a war between maintaining self-control or surrendering to your desires. Now that you’re in safe territory you could no longer cling to your resolve. The second you closed the door to your place you threw your keys to the side, dropped your bag to the floor, and practically sprinted to the bedroom.

Panting and groaning you used your hand to get yourself off, the other moved up and down your thighs pretending it was Mac’s, god how you wished you could rip the tights off them. Then, slipped the hand under your shirt, pretending you were doing this to them. Your imagination went wild in what you would do to them, you moaned their name throughout all of this, eventually it became too much and you came.

You were giving Mac everything they wanted and the best part is they are not here to bear witness. It feels like you’re getting revenge on them, you know the reaction they want from you but you won’t show them, at least for now.

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Okay I wanted to end on a sweet note but you guys know the meme “He literally just nutted in me and started playing League of Legends”?? I can literally see Mac doing that at some point like: “they literally just nutted in me and started crypto mining” or something 

pff—hahahahaha okay I’m out now bye

You didn’t start with bad intentions, honest! However, Mac had been staring at their screen nonstop for the past few days, they still took short breaks to interface with you yet it never lasted long before they had to return online. It was something about cryptocurrency and the amount some were going for was fluctuating, something about this had to do with their job, something about having to crypto mine right at that moment, you didn’t understand half of it. Still, you tried to be supportive and enjoy the limited time you two were currently spending together.

Nonetheless, there had to be a point where enough was enough. The point for you was when you were pouring food onto plates, setting them down on the dinner table, preparing Roni’s food alongside all of this, and calling Mac over so you could all eat together. They wheeled over and didn’t even get to touch their food before their phone went off, it was a message from their coworker, something was going on in the cryptocurrency market. Now the new norm, they offer a sheepish smile and apologize, stating they had to ‘urgently return to the computer’.

“But what about dinner, Mac? Your food will get cold”.

“You're right, thanks for the reminder, my love!”. Without even thinking they took their plate with them and wheeled away.

Your mouth fell open and you turned to Roni who also looked surprised. “Can you believe this, Roni? They didn’t even give it a second thought, just up and left us”. Roni and you had a lovely dinner together but your mind was made up, something had to be done.

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That night you cuddled up next to Mac, they were in a loose t-shirt and some shorts resting against the headboard scrolling on their phone. Perfect time to put the plan into motion. It was easy, you lay your head on their shoulder, place a hand on their thigh, and whine “Maaacc, I’ve been missing you a lot lately”.

Mac looks away from their phone and towards you, “Oh? Am I to surmise by your tone there are some sultry implications in your words~?”. They smirk, you playfully look away, partly because of how easy they are and partly because their way with words always gets to you.

“Maybe”.

“I can certainly help—”. DING. They get a notification on their phone, you barely had to read it to know it was about some crypto coin. “Shoot, sorry beloved, maybe late—”. Your hand moves from their thigh to their crotch, they flinch, looking at you for an answer.

“Go on, Mac, do what you have to do, don’t mind me”. They nod, beginning to move their fingers across the phone screen before you start to rub into them. Stopping to face you again, even so you simply repeat yourself. 

Mac tries to focus on what they were doing, except they felt a heat building up inside of them. Deducing it would be efficient to work while receiving pleasure they pant feeling the release building up inside them, almost there, then, you stop.

“N-ugh”, they breath out, “why did you stop?”.

“You were slowing down, didn’t want you to lose concentration”. Mac responds with a curious “alright”, returning to their phone you resume too, this time you go one layer down to rub them through their boxes instead of shorts.

The same thing happened again, Mac got close to cumming in which you suddenly stopped, claiming they were ‘faltering in their focus’. Mac tries one last time to balance business and pleasure, you slide 2 layers down, beneath their underwear for skin to skin contact. The build up was faster this time as your fingers teasingly slid across their folds, grazing their entrance yet not going in. When you cease once more they jump forward and release a loud groan that would have made you think they came.  

“Can’t control yourself, baby?~” you coo at them, “try again and then I’ll let you cum”.

Each time you started up it was different, one finger, went to two fingers and that alone had Mac huffing, panting, and moaning. “Ah… the market i-is really fluc— oh god… fluctuating tonight, I must time t-THIS just r-rIGHT, don’t stop”. One eye closes trying to keep their composure and you halt. “No, no, UGH” they growl, “again, please, I can do this”.

Amping it up you remove their bottoms to place your mouth on them, all these changing methods cause their body to tingle all over. It was somewhat concerning how numbness due to overstimulation mixed with intense arousal when they regained feeling, you kept going all the same. By this point Mac had enough, tossing their phone to the side to fully focus on you.

Not removing your mouth from them your voice is muffled as you ask, “what about the market?”. 

A shiver goes down their spine at that sensation, “ahhHH, oh PLEASE do that again”, they didn’t even acknowledge your question. 

“Finally, just focus on me”, their thighs slightly squeeze your head, they groan at feeling you speak into them. It wasn’t long before their thighs tense harder, indicating to you they are close again. “Beg for it”, Mac wastes no time as a babble of inherent ‘please’s, moans, ‘so good’s, and whimpers escapes them. A bright red not only forms on their face but goes down to their shoulders and chest, it’s embarrassing how easy they follow your command and can’t even stop the words from falling out of their mouth. 

“I’m almost, ah! Shit, I’m going to—”, your pace quickens, their thighs shudder uncontrollably, the orgasm is overwhelming after chasing it for so long, the sound that escapes them echoes throughout the room. 

Calming down, they inhale in and out slowly to steady their breathing, you kiss their inner thigh, Mac hisses at the sensation after such an overwhelming high. You then kiss their forehead before stating your point, “do not brush me aside that many times or for so long again”.

It’s been a few months since that fateful day, and frankly, you had forgotten about it, not because anything bad or uneventful had happened, instead… you and Mac were now officially dating! A month after that day there was a company party, at some point Mac and you got stuck in a room and were forced to confront these feelings. Things have been going smoothly ever since, you two have gone on dates, flirted secretly at the office, done other secret stuff in the office, met their pet mouse, had dinner at each other’s places and sometimes even spent nights together.

Last night you two could only have dinner together, as you kissed them goodbye and left you said “See you tomorrow!”.

Right before the apartment door closed Mac announced “You will!”. Odd, yet you didn’t think much of it. That was until you walked into work and you could’ve sworn you were reliving that memory: Like always you make your way to their office, opening the door you speak before seeing them. “Hey! Good morning Ma—” you pause. “Mac?”

Exactly like last time they sit cross legged on the couch beside their desk, coffee in hand reviewing files in the other. And there right there, was the white button up, tie with a binary code print, short bright red pencil skirt, black sheer tights, and black pump heels that tormented you months ago.

“Hello beloved, lovely morning, right?”. They are acting normal however the look they give is knowing, it’s a call back to those months ago where they wore this to silently challenge you to make a move. Now that you two are together you can, but will you?

Oh boy did you want to.

Except, their expression, their blasé attitude, and what they said to you yesterday, you quickly put together this was planned; you wanted nothing more than to ravage them on the couch, albeit the fact that is exactly what they wanted became a matter of pride for you once again. If Mac is going to play this game then you can too.

“It is, and you are lovely as well”, walking over you kiss their cheek and take a seat next to them. Not even a full kiss, Mac thinks, as they say ‘game recognize game’ my love and I will certainly make you snap. 

To avoid Mac’s ‘next move’ you go straight into the agenda for the day: a meeting with the general and assistant manager about what to do with the surplus of money for this year. Opening your laptop to go over the slides, Mac lays their head on your shoulder allowing you to take in the perfume they are wearing, “come closer” they whisper and shuffle to be thigh to thigh with you. They won’t be playing fair so to not instantly lose you change scenery, “let’s just go to the conference room to practice, Mac”.

At the conference room, nothing really happened, you two’s rehearsal would have been completely uneventful had it not been for Mac purposely standing from their wheelchair, balancing on the room’s podium, and slightly bending over to ‘reach the adapter’ to connect to the projector. By doing this you see under their skirt and through the sheer tights that they are wearing matching red panties to complement the skirt. This really excited you and had you so close to having them sit on the podium so you can take off their skirt, it was here when you both noticed the managers approaching the room through the windows. Quickly reorganizing yourselves the managers enter and everyone takes a seat at the table.

Why did you expect Mac to stop trying to get a rise out of you when there were others in the room? You were midway through a sentence when you felt it, “the printer is pretty old and after a petition many signed to have it rep—“, Mac’s heels nudged your foot from under the table, silencing you. 

The managers stare at you in confusion and Mac calmly redirects you, “bring out the petition to show them”. 

“Oh, right, yes”, skimming through your bag you feel their foot move up and down your leg, you give them a look and Mac only smiles politely. That’s it.

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When the meeting is over and the managers leave, you act normal as Mac and you pack up your belongings, while they are distracted you close all the windows and lock the door. Mac takes a seat on the table, knowing how irresistible they look like this, “I must say, you are holding out longer than I thought you would, but why don’t you just give in?”. That question stung your ego, to hell with pride though, you were pent up.

You didn’t bother answering Mac, you made a beeline to them and placed your lips over theirs, they let out a surprised sound, even so they leaned into the kiss. It was passionate, desperate, and needy, everything they wanted from you, your hands open their legs to worm your way under the skirt and rub them through the tights. Mac moans into the kiss and eventually breaks away to catch their breath, at this you bend down on your knees, right thumb massaging their left thigh you move your head down and make a trail of kisses from their calf to their knee to their thigh to their inner thighs. Wanting to go further the figure hugging skirt was in the way of where your face is supposed to be, so with both hands you push their legs far enough apart to make space, the act causes the seams to rip apart in a loud snap.

“My skirt!”, they gasp.

“Should have thought about that before wearing it”. You blow into their cunt through the underwear and tights, Mac hisses, gripping your hair at the shiver that goes through them. “I’m done with your teasing”, unzipping the skirt, in one swift motion you remove all 3 layers that separate you from them. Mac’s eyes were wide as they watched you, experiencing a mix of arousal and surprise, they wanted to have you snap but seeing you now, so frantic, it is unlike any of your previous sessions together. 

Sucking on their clit you outline their folds with your fingers, Mac was already wet, it made it easy for you to immediately push two fingers into them without warning. They inhale sharply over being filled so suddenly, you don’t give them time to adjust before you thrust in and out of them. Mac’s arousal was high throughout the whole day so it was not long before they were close, you could tell when their panting starts to lack rhythm, hand grips your hair tighter, and stop placing the other hand over their mouth to silence their moan and instead grip the edge of the table.

A few more sucks and thrusts and they were sent over the edge, “OOOHHHH GOOODD”, it was loud and Mac could only hope no one was nearby at the time. 

You lick up their essence then move up to kiss them once more, breathless you ask, “was that the ‘intended outcome’ of this outfit?”.

“Absolutely”.

The pictures on your walls and items on the table atop the stairs were covered in a thin layer of dust, you were using your duster to remove all of it; Mac was busy with folding laundry on the bed. Overall, it was a typical weekend of catching up on chores. This domesticity came to an end when a buzz came from Mac’s phone, picking it up to look at the notification, they furrow their eyebrows and speak up.

“My love,” you look over, “did you recently make a purchase of $113.49 on the credit card?”.

Eyes go wide and a guilty expression appears on your face, “uhhhh, yes?”.

“Why? On what?”.

“First I should say it was for a completely good cause!” raising your hands defensively, “I was doomscrolling last night and found a content creator that makes comfortable clothing specifically for mice and I thought ‘hey, I have a mouse’ so I bought a few outfits”.

“How much is a few that $113.49 is the total?”, they ask suspiciously.

“It’s a small business, Mac, she should be properly compensated for her craftsmanship… and it was around 12, I think”. Walking over you take a seat next to Mac to look at the phone screen.

“It is concerning you cannot recall the exact number” their tone turns more gently, “what have we discussed about making purchases so late at night?”.

“I know, I know, I’m ‘cognitively not working at full capacity leaving me vulnerable and susceptible to needless purchases’, but this one is worth it”.

“You have claimed the same thing about the other late night purchases, love”, Mac begins to sound concerned.

“I can pay off the credit card for this month”, you reassure them.

“Money is not the issue, and I will pay as I always do, don’t fret. I simply worry over your spending habits and what you choose to spend your income on”.

You playfully gasp, “everything I buy has a good reason for it being bought”.

“I’d like to hear the reasoning behind this one”.

“Roni would look adorable in these outfits, we could take so many cute pictures of them”, you innocently respond. 

Mac smiles and shakes their head in lighthearted disbelief, you know it’s because they silently agree. “How about the items you ordered last week?”. Opening your mouths to speak they stop you, "actually, let’s make a game out of it, I would like you to explain all of this month’s expenditures that I deem ‘unnecessary’”.

“Okay! I can do that”.

Something changes in Mac’s eyes, “I know you can, beloved, so let’s make it harder, if you are up to indulge me, please lay on the bed”, leaning closer you recognize the look, whatever they have in mind is naughty.

Doing as they instruct Mac explains the basics of their idea, they are willing to stop questioning your purchase history if you can explain their necessity while they tease you. Like an oblivious clown you agreed without asking what they had in mind; before you know it both your bottoms were removed and Mac was on top grinding into you, purposely not inserting themself.

It wasn’t so hard at first, sure you were panting and letting out soft moans, even so you were able to pass off the reason you had to buy what you did. Though, you couldn't deny you needed more of them when your own body betrayed you as the space between your thighs got increasingly wet. At least you could control your hips enough to not grind back into them.

“That accounts for the 23rd”, next to you Mac has the credit card’s history open, they scroll up, “how about the 17th?”.

“The seven-” you feel Mac’s cock twitch as they move their hips, you groan, “the seventeenth? What did I buy?”.

Unfazed by how hard and desperate their cock is they smirk down at you, “I cannot assist you there, must have not been important if you cannot remember”.

“No I can remember, yes it was the—”, out of the blue Mac grips their penis and rubs the head against your entrance, “mhmmm Ma~ac”, you moan.

“What’s wrong baby? What did you buy?”, they’re such a tease.

Their calm demeanor motivates you to pull through, “it was a new baking pan, huff” swallowing air you keep going, “after you made the last one unusable by making brownies that were both burnt and wet”, giggling at the end recalling that memory. Their embarrassment causes your will power to go up, able to keep up this bratty attitude for the next few dates mentioned even with Mac circling your opening.

“Hmm, I suppose I must increase the difficulty”, Mac surmises, it’s to make sure you don't get too cocky literally. “Let’s move on to the previous month”.

The constant stimulation to your hole begins to make you become somewhat numb, “I remember I bought a heavy weight blanket becaaAAHhhh”, you bite your lip to muffle the rest of the moan. Mac had slipped the head of their cock into you.

“Well I certainly wasn’t expecting that big of a reaction, it’s just the tip after all~”. God you wanted to be filled for so long now that it’s happening, even by a little bit, your body betrays you in its greed. Mac stifles a groan feeling how tight your cunt clenches around the small amount of them it can, trying desperately to drag the rest of them in. They pull out to the dismay of both of you, opting to slowly go from occasional poking at your entrance to sliding the tip in then back out again to repeat the cycle. The next 4 card logs were a blur, whatever you answered Mac accepted the reasoning. 

Lust was overtaking, you made the mistake of trying to close your thighs with their tip inside in an effort to force them deeper, Mac simply used their hands to push your legs back apart. It was becoming too much, you needed them, all of them, it was making you go insane and the fact they seemed so unaffected made you moreso. 

A “Mac pleeeaase”, is eventually whined.

“Please what?”, they grunt, Mac knows what you want but you look intoxicating like this.

”Please!”.

”What are you pleading for?”, they ask innocently, “is it this?”. In one fell swoop Mac pushes their entire cock into you, it was unexpected and you were already so overstimulated your thighs tremble uncontrollably, Mac holds them down and thrusts once.

That alone felt like enough to make you cum. A sharp hot flash flows through you and you cry out, the noises that escape make it almost irresistible for them to stop, yet they do. Inhaling sharply you stare up at them, glossy eyes somewhat teary from the overwhelming sensation, it’s clear you are ready to beg for Mac to keep going. They smirk, you know what that means “no, no, please, noo—uughh” you hiss as they remove themselves again.

“We still have more months to go through, if possible I want to go as far back as years”. This was no longer about the credit card expenses, Mac just wanted to drag it out, to see how far and how many times they can tip you near the edge without having you fall over.

Mac sat in a conference room surrounded by coworkers, it was a review for future projects and as a senior blockchain project acquisition analyst they were mandated to attend. The only problem was the meeting offered no new information for them and was becoming repetitively dull as they realized how unnecessary their presence was. How monotonous, they think, mindlessly tapping their finger on the armrest of their wheelchair; to not appear bored they stare at the speaker while letting their mind wander off.

They run a checklist of tasks they must complete upon returning to their office, some to do before the work day ends, others to do before the work week ends, hmm, what about my household responsibilities? There was the weekly disinfection of Roni’s cage, the bathroom has to be cleaned, bedsheets have to be washed, and the laundry also needs to be do—

Suddenly a flash of last week’s laundry day went through their mind. 

The look of you under them, begging and trembling at their touch, a blush starts to form on their cheeks and they mentally reprimand themself for how easy they turn red. My CPU will overheat if I keep thinking about that, focus. Trying to listen to the speaker quickly proved futile, the more they tried ignoring the more prominent the memory was recalled. The louder those sweet moans became; Mac’s boxers started to feel tighter. Now it was serious, they felt themself grow harder and trying to force it down didn’t soften the problem.

“—we can discuss that next week after more progress is made. That’s a wrap, thank you all for attending”. Finally, the meeting is over. Trying to exit as discretely as possible Mac hides their ‘USB’ by placing their laptop and files on their lap. Wheeling to their private office for refuge there is no chance anyone will disturb them after the meeting but Mac felt the need to look around and lock their office door after entering.

Settling into their desk they debate whether to keep ignoring their arousal or quickly take care of themselves. I could wait until I’m home, they ponder, Mac prefers any sensual activity to be done with you, however in vulgar terms, the boner they were rocking was starting to slightly hurt being constricted in their pants. 

Maybe if I juusst, Mac takes their right hand under their boxers, shifting a bit in the chair to grip their erection, grunting at the contact. A finger is run over their head, it feels good so they keep going, a minute of this and they decide to give their cock a few pumps. “Oh god”, a quiet moan escapes them, Mac’s left arm reaches into their pocket for their phone. Since I’m already going this far, scrolling through their gallery they open a private album filled with ‘special’ pictures of you, settling on the one with you in that new underwear you bought because you knew the style, pattern, fabric, and design drove them crazy. 

Mac rests their left hand with the phone on their thigh, their right hand still working slowly to build up their orgasm. They imagine a scenario, where they grind their bare cock on the outside of your underwear. They would take their time, maybe tease at your hole with their tip, the fabric in the way stopping them from going inside you. Maybe they would wait until the fabric is fully soaked in each other’s essence, maybe then they would further torment you with their mouth as they go down to breathe in the smell, using their tongue now to poke at your hole through the cloth. Mac moves their hand faster, they start to pant, trying to make as little noise as possible.

How long would they keep this going? Would they try to have you cum a few times like this in spite of your protests and cries to just take off the material? Oh the noises you would let out. Mac can only imagine what sounds you would make when they finally enter you, picturing your thighs trembling, possibly fucking you with the underwear still on just moved to the side. “Keep making those sweet noises”, they mumble, pumping themself harder, orgasm building. A few more minutes of letting their filthy mind run wild and Mac bites their lip, head falls back, and they cum into their hand. 

Glancing down, Mac realizes some of their fluids landed on their phone, “Shit it’s all over the screen”, they groan. As they begin to look around for something to clean themself with Mac ponders bringing their fantasy to life tonight with you.

“It’s a good thing we do not pay monthly electric bills”, you hear your roommate, Mac, remark behind you as you stick your head in the freezer.

“If my money isn’t going to us having any AC during the summer then I should be allowed to have my freezer door open”. 

Mac simply shrugs their shoulders, as if to say ‘fair enough’. Two weeks ago, without warning the entire dorm building’s AC went down and the school had yet to fix it. An email was sent promising it would return soon however you and Mac suspect that since there were only a handful of students still living inside the building due to it being summer vacation, the college was procrastinating on getting someone to repair it. This left everyone to deal with the heat however they can. 

“Since you’re there, pass me the ice cube tray, please?”. Handing them the tray, Mac drops a few into their sweet tea and goes to rest on the couch. You return the tray to its spot and decide it’s pointless to keep having your head in the freezer, it’s just a temporary release and it will cause the ice cream inside to melt.

The freezer door closes as you opt to go back to your previous way to fight off the heat, fanning your face, begrudgingly picking up a nearby notebook you take a seat next to Mac on the couch. The two of you have been spending a lot of time in the living room together, compared to the rest of the dorm suite it retains the least amount of heat; which in retrospect is not saying much. The TV is turned on with some random show playing, it was too damn hot to focus on anything.

This goes on, sitting in silence, the only noise coming from the TV, Mac quietly sipping their drink, and you tiring your arm by continuously fanning yourself. All would have been fine and dandy in this hot summer hell, except you noticed Mac’s gaze lingering all over you since you sat down. You yourself were having a hard time not looking at them, trying to be as discreet as possible (unlike them), using the TV to ogle. Waiting for the screen to reflect back to the couch you could see them: shirtless, beads of sweat dripping down their chest, sitting comfortably with their legs open, and finally, smirking at you when they were not drinking. 

There is no way we're going to get it on right now of all times! You tell yourself, it would not have been the first time you had ‘relations’ with your roommate but you knew it was risky each time. If you both keep up these casual hookups it could put your already complicated friendship(?) in jeopardy, ALSO ITS TOO DAM HOT TODAY. 

Their voice cuts through your thoughts, “you seem tense”, you face them, “have a sip of my iced sweet tea, it could cool you down”. Mac comes closer, still holding the drink they push the straw to you, offering you to sip through it. The indirect kiss trope was so blatantly obvious, instead of falling for it you grasp their hands and bring the rim of the glass to your face. While Mac enjoyed this view of them hydrating you, they run their fingers over yours once before letting go of the cup, allowing you to hold it; shuffling over they are now shoulder to shoulder with you. “I can wait to have my drink back”, placing their hands to their sides they start teasing the waistband of your shorts, the action causing you to freeze and breathe heavily into the cup, fogging it up.

The look you gave them was a warning look, one they ignored, Mac just smiled in return. Okay, time to get serious, placing the cup down you speak, “Mac, stop staring and definitely stop teasing, we're being baked alive here as it is”.

Mac leaned in close, their voice a low murmur, “You’re already burning up… why not let me make it worth your while?”. Sighing at their question would have made one believe you would answer no, yet you didn’t stop Mac when they closed the gap and softly kissed you. You didn’t stop Mac when they added tongue. You didn’t stop Mac when they slowly got on top of you. And you most certainly didn’t stop Mac when they removed your shorts.

Here you were, moaning, breathless, and face heating up, not just because it was summer but also from having Mac’s fingers inside you. The TV sounds incomparable to the noises you are making, the noises they are causing; aside from you Mac enjoyed how much the couch was creaking with each thrust. Unlike the other times you two hooked up there was no need to be quiet, the closest students were on the floor above at the other end of the hall. 

Your cunt tightened around their fingers, they could tell you were getting close, as your orgasm hit Mac kissed you, loving the feeling of how you moan into the kiss. Removing their fingers they bring it up for a taste, “my favorite summertime drink~”, Mac proclaims. You smack their shoulder and call them corny. 

“Thanks for that, Mac, but it is still not the best weather for sex”, picking your notebook back up you fan yourself for a bit then fan them. “Now we’re both even hotter… and sticky”, you huff.

Returning to their drink Mac places it to their forehead and then to yours, evaluating your words before speaking. “We could take this to the bathroom, adjust the water temperature, no worrying about cleanup, the optimal solution”.

“Heh”, you chuckle, not believing what you’re about to say, “you have a point. Okay, let’s go, I’m going to make a mess out of you this time”. Whilst you two make your way to the bathroom they cannot wait to have you put your money where your mouth is, literally.

It was freshman year, and for your first semester you noticed in all your honors gen ed courses there was a recurring pattern: a student decked out in computer inspired clothing with a wheelchair covered in RGB lights. Quickly, you learned their name was Mac and like everyone else their intellect had earned them a spot in these high level classes. Both of you did not immediately converse, however Mac had also assessed you to be an interesting repeating factor in their schedule. 

During a group project you two were assigned to work together at random. After proper introductions it was surprising to see how easy it was to go over ideas for the project and you guys were practically almost done after a few hours. As the time went on and conversation started to dive into personal lives you both realized the other was also an AP graduate, summer course taking, straight A having, multiple clubs involved in, internship searching nerd that took their studies extremely seriously.

Match made in heaven, right? WRONG. Scholars like you two were creatures of pride and while it was nice to see your kind out in the wild, the wording between you two became double edged. Questions turned into ways to learn more about each other out of genuine curiosity but also to find points of comparison where one ‘did better’ than the other.

“Affirmative, I was able to lock down a paid internship this summer to work at while also taking summer courses”, Mac would say.

“Oh lucky, mine was unpaid”, dammit they got me, you would internally scream, trying to recover you ask: “how many did you take?”.

“2 classes”, they answer plainly, clearly a little ashamed by the number.

Now is my chance! “That’s pretty good, I took 7 so basically I already have a semester under my belt”. 

“You plan to graduate early?”.

“Yes! You?”.

“Likewise”. Of course that’s your plan, you both think. 

Do not be mistaken in thinking there is any malice in this rivalry, there is a sense of genuine respect held for one another, alongside the need to one up each other. And to top each other. Semesters passed, Mac and you were in the same honors courses, the friendship grew closer as well as the not so subtle crushes you two had on one another. Hanging out the conversations would often sound super flirty to outsiders and the study sessions were basically dates. Friends said it looked like you two were ‘trying to fuck each other through your grades’ nonetheless you and Mac continued denying it, claiming it was simply playful rivalry.

This semester was the most interesting so far as by some random twist of fate (or miracle) you both were set up to be roommates. Whatever friends were insinuating increased tenfold, when either of you explained that roommate hangout nights were strictly for studying they responded with, “you guys are already incredibly smart, more likely textbooks are open for some nerdy foreplay while you two get freaky”. 

No matter what was said, Mac and you stayed ‘just friends’. Exceeeepppt, learning one another’s schedule, cute habits, and food preferences, plus seeing each other in casual clothing, sleeping attire, and fresh out of the shower look added a newfound sense of intimacy to the relationship. The flirting had also increased.

Then one night, while you two spoke of an upcoming exam for class before heading to bed, Mac, in their tired state, was stirring up the rivalry. “I hope you realize this is the last honors course we must take before being able to completely focus on our respective majors, any failing grade would, excuse the crudeness, fuck us over”.

“Especially with the expectations already set on us for being in this prestigious program”, you sense where this is going.

”Precisely, I expect you to give the upcoming exam your all”.

“You too, wouldn’t want either of us to be fucked… over”. You can totally see why your friends think you two are secretly dating. Mac nods, their green eyes examine you, if you didn’t know any better they were checking you out in your sleepwear; well you did and they definitely were, except neither of you would point it out. 

Exchanging goodnights, you retreat to your room, clenching your thighs as you close the door behind you. It’s not that you aren’t interested in your roommate like that, it’s just that you two already had this pre-established relationship of being academic rivals for so long you wouldn’t even know how to change it into something else. It was then when an idea popped into your head, “maybe if I…”.

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The day of the exam came, Mac and you sat side by side, went at the same pace, and finished at the same time, yeah at this point you were both equals more so than rivals. You two had a quick lunch break after class then headed to your separate classes, by the time you got to your dorm at the end of the day the test scores were released.

Obviously you passed with flying colors, now it was time to put your plan into motion. There was a limited amount of time until Mac returned and would no doubt ask to compare scores, you screenshot the grade and send it to a friend who’s good at photoshop. After a bit they send the image back to you and you hear the dorm door open. Allowing Mac a few minutes alone in their room you make your way over, knocking for a bit they let you in; they know why you’re here, this is all practically routine for you two.

“Have you checked?”.

“Nope have you?”.

“Of course not”. 

You’re both liars.

The grades are pulled up to see each other’s ‘live’ reaction, Mac goes ‘yeesss’ and turns their phone to you to show their 100. You nod, offering a small smile, but your face looks back down at your phone in a frown. Mac tilts their head at this, “is everything alright? What’s your score?”.

“I failed”.

“There’s no way”. Flipping your phone to them, Mac sees clear as day you got a 68. “How? There must be some confusion, you should contact the professor".

You sigh, “No, I kind of expected this, well there’s no changing it, like you said, now I’m fucked”.

“Hold on that was just some light teasing, which is now inappropriately ironic in hindsight, I’m sorry”.

“Don’t be, you didn’t do anything wrong, Mac. Well, now I have to figure out what to do about this”.

“Anything I can do to help? I could tutor you on the subject”.

“I suppose I could use some tutoring”.

Mac’s not sure how it happened but sometime during the tutoring the atmosphere changed, you sat too close, their hand brushed yours, your voice became more sensual, and eventually you both leaned in. The kiss was filled with years and semester long sexual tension and the two of you didn’t waste any time before moving into their bed.

They grind into you, you tangle your fingers in their always messy hair. Taking a break from kissing you they move down to kiss and leave small marks on your neck. “Is there anything in particular you want?”, Mac asks.

“Yes, more”.

Eventually most articles of clothing are discarded and you see Mac apply lube to themself, you waited way too long to be doing this with them, lining themself up to you they slowly push themself in. The pace starts out slow, though it doesn’t stay that way as you pull them deeper and ask them to quicken the pace until their thrusts are fast and sloppy. You thought you would last longer, maybe it was your eagerness for this after wanting them for such a prolonged period of time, nonetheless it doesn’t take long for you to cum. 

Later, as you two lay in bed Mac tries to go over where you possibly went wrong on the exam. This was when you decided to come clean and explain the image was photoshopped, you had passed with a 100 too. Sure you wanted your roommate but you’re also not down bad enough to actually risk your grade. Admitting this proved to be a mistake as they began to tease you about this regularly; in addition there was the silver lining that you two began to fuck regularly as well.

It’s crazy thinking back on it, how a random package containing a pair of glasses landing on your front porch changed your entire life. Those glasses reignited the spark in your existence, brought you lifelong friends, and, most importantly, allowed you to meet your soulmate. Since then you have married said soulmate, moved out and into a home better built for their limited mobility, and filled that home with 2 beautiful children. Years have gone by and while challenges have certainly been there, you and your family have prevailed…

“So this one should be no different!”, you argue to yourself. “This ‘minor issue’ is honestly nothing, why am I even labeling it if it’s nothing?”. Hands tighten on the steering wheel, you have just dropped off your kids at school and are heading back home. “Ugh, I have to calm myself, tonight will be fine, everything will be fiiinnnneeee”.

How did this even start?

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Mac and you had a specific schedule now that you two had children, luckily, your kids went to the same school so it made it slightly easier. In the mornings, Mac had to leave early for work so you dropped off the children at school and then went to work; Mac leaving early meant they got out earlier so they picked up the children and spent the afternoon with them until you returned. As parents, you both already had a heavy hand in your children’s academic life and specifically chose the school best suited for their educational growth, it’s just that this routine allowed Mac to take the kids to all their extracurriculars; in turn they also became heavily involved in running the programs too. 

They were not necessarily part of the PTA, though they did lend a hand often enough they could be considered a member. The older (7-years-old), A, was on the school’s baseball team, the younger one (5-years-old), B, was in the art club and wanted to be part of any school play even if it was being performed by students outside of their grade level. Suffice it to say, Mac worked hard to find proper funding and resources for the team’s equipment/uniform, art club supplies, and the entire theater department.

Of course this level of involvement would eventually have them reach some kind of notoriety among the community and throughout both of your kids' upbringing, there were moments when parents and even teachers expressed a deeper interest in them. Mac always made sure your kids had the best, they exuded pride, passion, and a positive attitude in everything they did for them, not to mention they were incredibly attractive. These were all traits you loved about them, however you found other people would agree as well. 

Nothing ever happened, most people would find out they’re taken and move on so whilst you felt somewhat territorial at times those feelings would leave as soon as they arrived. The only notable instance was when your firstborn was still in daycare and a random father decided to try and worm their way into Mac’s heart, he barely got anywhere before they swiftly took care of it.

This current event was different.

The first hint was probably when you were dropping off your children one morning and you saw a group of parents huddling together and whispering while sneaking glances at you. The next hint was when, the following week, one of the parents approached you:

“Hello! Are you A’s and B’s parent?”.

“Yes, and you are?”, part of you was excited to be addressed to by another parent.

“I’m Kyle’s parent, our kids are on the baseball team,” the stranger hesitates before asking, “please don’t take offense but are you and Mac together?”.

That caught you off guard, “it’s okay, and yes, is there any particular reason you ask?”.

“I do apologize for my boldness, it’s just I’ve never seen you two together. Some of us parents were wondering what the situation was”.

These must be those overly nosey parent cliques, you guess, part of you annoyed they tried to make gossip out of your family. In the nicest, most professional way possible, you explained your family’s schedule and went to work.

The final hint was when, one month later, you hear the same group talk about how ‘Eve and Mac worked really well together in getting a new stage rebuilt for the theater department’; so well in fact they joked the two were ‘work spouses’. That comment had you tighten a grip on the car keys. Still, you dropped off the kids as usual and tried to act like you didn’t hear them. Eve was the head of the PTA, Mac spoke of how often they collaborated to improve things around the school, other than that, there wasn’t anything else Mac said about her.

One day, you got off work early and were able to go to one of the A’s games, the matches usually occur right after school so you’re never able to catch them. Opting to make it a surprise, you go to the field and find Mac with B at the bleachers, next to them was Eve. You tried to calm the worry inside you. Did she always sit with my family? No, you’re here to support A, forget about it.

B sees you first, “Baba!”. Then Mac, “Beloved, you’re here!”. Eve makes no acknowledgment. You pick B up and set them on your lap to sit next to Mac.

“I was able to leave early, how’s A doing?”.

Before Mac could explain B chips in to fill you in on the game. Though you’re happy to listen, from the corner of your eye you see Eve occasionally make comments to Mac. You felt jealousy rising, it was a good thing B’s cute nature and seeing A do their best soothed you.

After the game a father you recognize as being part of that morning parent clique approached you, Mac and Eve were talking, and your kids were entertaining one another. “Hey, you’re Mac’s spouse, right?”.

“Yes, can I help you?”, you were ready to end the conversation, not wanting to be the subject of the group’s gossip.

“I just wanted to warn you really quickly, about Evelyn— I mean ‘Eve’,” he picks his next words carefully. “See, she has this history of trying to get with people who already have partners. 2 years ago she slept with someone’s wife and last year she tried to get with me even though I am happily married. I don’t mean to spread gossip or even imply something that might not even be happening but she is spending a lot of time around your spouse and I just wanted to let you know in case you weren’t aware”. He stands there, carefully exploring your face for a reaction.

Taking it all in, the floodgates of jealousy and possessiveness opened, you tried to keep a blank face. You thank the man for his concern and walk away towards Mac and Eve to get a feel for the situation yourself.

You move to be at Mac’s side, Eve speaks before they do, “Mac who’s your friend?”.

Mac raises an eyebrow at her, “Uh, my spouse? The other parent to my children, I speak of them often, Eve do you not remember?”. That makes you happy.

“Oh, I guess I’ve never seen them”.

You looked confused, “I drop my kids off everyday in the morning. I see you there talking to different teachers”. Eve just shrugs off your statement, that pisses you off. “Anyhow, what are you doing at the game Eve? I wasn’t aware your kids play”.

“They don’t, I’m just here to make sure the budget is being properly spent”, there are catty undertones in her answer.

“And you do this for every game?”.

“Yeah, you never know what may change. Plus me and Mac work great together, we're like a power couple making sure everything in the school runs smoothly. Sorry, poor choice of words, no disrespect to you of course”. There was major disrespect to you and you know it.

Mac chimes in. “I’ve been communicating to her that my presence is sufficient for budget record keeping, however she makes a good argument that multiple observers would be optimal”.

Eve smiles proudly at herself, “Yes, though Mac here is basically a computer or robot, can’t say they miss any small details”. Mac nods in acknowledgment to her compliment.

You perked up at that, seeing an opportunity. “That’s great!”. You turn to Mac, reaching a hand out to push some of their messy black locks behind their ear, “what a good computer~”. It’s an inside joke between you two, from their pre-realized time.

A small red blush hits Mac’s face and extends to their ears. They giggle, taking your hand from their head and into their own, “my love, not here”, they mumble. Mac understands your callback and even though it’s been years since they were a computer, they still enjoy being praised for being an efficient one.

You smugly grin at the reaction you get from them, proud to show off to Eve how in sync you two are. Her face tenses a bit and she stares off to the side looking annoyed. A few more words are exchanged, then she excuses herself and leaves. Ha, I put her in her place, gloating to yourself, she should back off what's mine— oh my god I sound insane, control yourself, you are fighting for a prize that’s already yours!

It would be expected Eve would stop trying to get so close to Mac, right? Well the morning group of parents informed you she definitely did not, your informants claim she actually amped up her tactics. What else was to be expected from someone of her caliber. 

Honestly, you're sure Mac hasn’t even noticed her obvious flirting. For all the attention they get Mac was more aware of people hitting on them the first few years of being human, now they are less aware, taking everyone’s words as friendly. They say it’s because you and the family you created together are all that occupy their mind hence why they don’t register if others show romantic interest in them. You find it sweet yet frustrating when they find themself in a situation as tense as this one.

B’s play was coming up, Mac volunteered to be in the tech room, operating the lighting, microphones, and other sound effects. Cool, you were happy the two were able to bond over this UNTIL you heard Eve volunteered to be a co-operator. The play was small since it was for 5-year-olds so a second person was not needed, Eve insisted, you knew why.

What irked you the most was that she did not attend any rehearsal and planned to ‘wing it’ the day of the performance. Being an inconvenience to your spouse and possibly ruining your child’s play? This woman was getting on your last nerve. Not to mention she would be alone with Mac in a dark room for 2 hours. 

Should I do something?

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And that's how you found yourself tapping your foot out of nerves during the night of the school play. B will do amazing, you rehearsed with them everyday the past month, that’s not what is eating at you. A front is put up for your other child, A, who sits next to you in the theater. Except as the lights dim and the curtain opens your paranoid mind starts to fill with all sorts of possibilities of what is going on in the control room. Small mistakes were occurring, lights did not follow the children properly, sound effects were slightly delayed, and at some point it would take a second for someone’s mic to turn on so the child had to repeat their line. 

During the intermission you decided to go check on Mac, telling A that ‘Baba has to go check on Ren’ you leave them in their seat. A fist hovered over the door, hesitant to knock, you end up overhearing the conversation going on inside the tech room.

“Please focus, we have 15 minutes before intermission ends and you still don’t know how to work the control booth properly”, Mac sounds akin to trying to be polite in spite of being frustrated.

“We have a few minutes here, by ourselves, I’ve been itching for this moment”, Eve pesters.

“What are you referring to?”.

“C’mon don’t act like you don’t notice how I look at you, constantly wanting to be around you, maybe you look at me too when I’m not looking?”.

“I can assure you I do not”, they tensely declare. “You are aware I have a spouse and children, why on earth would you be on my radar?”.

“I’m not looking for something serious, Mac” Eve coos. “Maybe some small fun, I can be quick right now if you want”.

Mac groans, “I’ve heard enough, leave the tech room. I will not associate myself with one who wishes to break apart my family”.

“Are you serious?”.

“I am, you are also terrible tech support, goodbye”. Eve bursts out of the room declaring she will personally ensure Mac is no longer involved in any school activities, you hide until she is out of view. Then, you open the door to enter, Mac’s back faces you, they are busy going over the script. “I thought I told you to leave”, turning around they realize it’s you, “oh my love, apologies I thought it was—”.

“Eve”.

They nod, “did you hear the commotion just now?”.

“I did and I’ve noticed the eyes she was giving you since I met her”.

“That makes one of us —sigh— it was probably obvious from the get go”, Mac puts the script down, “no doubt that’s why you’re here right now, my smart and observant spouse did not want to leave me alone with an adulterer”.

You let out a tired laugh, “a well known one at that, I was warned by other parents”.

“And I was not thought to be warned too? I’m hurt”.

Walking over you run a hand through their hair and kiss their forehead, “I’m sorry, I was hoping I was being paranoid. I didn’t want to come across as some overly jealous lover ready to start problems with whoever gets close to my attractive spouse”.

“You should, that side of you is always amazing to see”, Mac teases. 

“Hey watch it now, don’t get me worked up, you still have another half of a play to do. We can talk later”.

“Perfect, I’ll have you all to myself then~”. Mac holds your hand and brings it up to kiss it.

“Stooooop”, you giggle a bit embarrassed, “Okay seriously I should go”.

“Aw alright”, they turn back to their professional self, “ask the parents that warned you if they can testify against Eve’s concerning behaviors”.

“Of course. We have to report her, that woman should not be the head of the PTA. See you after the show, my love!”. Closing the door you walk back to your seat with a giant smile plastered on your face. You never doubted Mac’s loyalty and this situation goes to show no matter how much time passes, they truly only have diodes for you.

With bated breath Mac sits in their wheelchair bouncing a leg. For it being midnight they are surprisingly alert and wait by the front door for your arrival. It had only been 5 days since you went away for a short trip and yet they found their CPU growing cold without your presence. They perk up when they hear the clicking of the door being unlocked, when it opens their face lights up at seeing you.

“Ah, my love, your return fills me with immense joy!”. Mac takes a moment to stand, their arms wrap around you feeling like an attempt to fully engulf you.

“Oh!” you take a moment to kiss them, they reciprocate with desperation, as if this was the first in a long time. After a bit you break away, “I wasn’t expecting to come home to such a strong reaction, I was only gone for a few days”.

“It’s typical for one to want to be near their significant other and I’ve missed you”. Mac stands there holding you for a few more seconds before they sit back in their wheelchair.

It was already late so you brought your suitcase to the bedroom and took a quick shower to decompress. Exiting the bathroom you find Mac still awake, they claim it is because they did not want to go another night without having you by their side to sleep with. Not sure how much you believed the ‘by their side’ line as the moment you went under the covers Mac goes in to cuddle less at your side and more on top of you. They basically place their entire body weight over you, arms wrapping around once more; it wasn’t a problem, you also wanted to have them near you.

The following morning you thought everything would revert to its normal schedule, you were proven wrong. Having Mac near you all the time meant you never noticed how clingy they can get. In hindsight you should have expected your partner who was accustomed to having you be with them 11 hours everyday, then being realized had access to you 24/7, would become somewhat needy after being away for a couple of days .

That morning you were woken up by the feeling of Mac softly outlining your face with a look of pure adoration, opening your eyes, you bid them a good morning. 

“And a lovely morning to you, beloved, may I request permission to touch and admire you for a few more minutes?”.

“You have ‘full access to my system’, Mac”, you mimic their tech centered form of speech, can’t deny, you also pined for them too. 

Their green eyes light up. Moving closer, almost nose-to-nose they admire your face one last time before leaning for your lips to meet. In contrast to last night, this one was gentle and slow, like they finally internalized you were not going anywhere so they could take their time. 

This soft makeup session was paused when Mac placed a hand to your hip, kindly urging your bodies to shift even closer. That same hand moves to find yours, kisses move to your chin and take a rest at your neck; sucking and nibbling, not hard enough to leave a mark, Mac isn’t doing this to be rough. Continuing on they go toward the shoulder of the hand they are holding, kissing down your arm they hum against how warm your body is. One last kiss is placed atop your interlocked fingers.

They speak, “It was only a few days yet I could not feel at peace without having you here, I missed you”.

“Me too, without you I felt an invisible space was empty beside me”.

“Maybe you felt that absence over your body too? I know my own ached for yours”, Mac straddles one of your thighs, you lift the leg to meet their crotch, allowing them to grind on you as a silent ‘yes’ to their question. “Mmmm, my love”, they bite their lip as they continuously buck their hips against your thigh.

Returning to kissing you, Mac shifts to properly grind against you to help your own growing excitement. Arms move around their shoulders to pull them deeper, Mac lifts one of your legs to wrap around them for a better angle. Both of you moan and huff in between breaths, hips buck without cease. The whole scene gives the appearance you two are attempting to fuse bodies through the clothing.

Typically clothing would be removed to stimulate one another into a better, faster orgasm but that rational way of thinking is gone when the desire is this strong. This clothed grinding keeps up for as long as it takes for you both to cum. When that high hits it takes only a few seconds to ‘reboot’ before you both stare at each other and know multiple rounds will be needed to fulfill this craving.

You and a handful of the objects were having a game night in the house.

It was suggested by Florence and Celia as a fun exercise for you and your objects to get to know each other. So the night does not grow stale, the games are constantly being switched up. There was Jeopardy, Connect 4, Truth or Dare, Beer Pong, Cards Against Humanity, Uno, 2 Truths and a Lie, etc.

After a few drinking games everyone decided to be risky and play spin the bottle, the activity the two people do would be pulled from a bucket full of options. Penelope got to hug Skyler, she mumbled how she wished she got another option. Parker got to kiss Chance, much to Chance’s dismay. Mitchell had to hand feed some food (technically himself) to Dorian, he blushed while doing it. Betty and Ben-Hwa got to make out for 30 seconds, something those two turned steamy real quick. Harper and Dirk had to compliment each other, their compliments towards one another sounded backhanded. 

Eventually it was your turn. You reach over to spin the empty glass bottle.

Everyone waited in suspense, most secretly hoping that whatever the action was, you had to do it with them. The bottle stops and—

“OH MY GOD, is it me?!”, Fantina loudly squeals.

Cam groans. “Uh it’s so obviously pointed at Mac”.

Mac.

Your heart began to beat faster, what Parker picks from the bucket you would have to do it. With Mac. He takes a good amount of time dramatically shuffling around the bucket. “And the paper reads… oh my~, seven minutes in heaven, hehe”. Parker flips the paper for everyone to see. Some objects let out an “oooo”, some raise an eyebrow in intrigue, some gasp, some look disappointed it wasn’t them.

In the midst of everyone's reaction, eye contact is made with the computer, they give you a polite smile despite the redness spreading across their face. The closest small, confined room was the water heater closet, Dorian and Florence escorted you two there, making sure no other object was in the room. 

Mac and you shuffle inside, the door closes. Florence calls out that she has kicked off the 7-minute timer and promptly shuts the office door as well. Nice to know that at least whatever you two do will be muffled through 2 doors.

The lights were turned off however you could still see because of the soft glow of the RGB lights in Mac’s clothes and wheelchair. Both of you were unsure how to start, or if it was even okay to start; for all the flirting done between you two none of you wanted to overstep if the other wasn’t mentally prepared. To break the ice you try to talk first, “so, do you know how 7 minutes in heaven works?”.

They nod, “Other than doing an internal google search you wrote about the game in your fanfic.”

“Oh yeah”, part of you wanted to die remembering the one shot you wrote years ago, “that one is pretty old, my writing has definitely improved since then”.

“I liked it”, Mac sincerely reassures.

“Ah thank you”, you sheepishly let out. 

A moment of silence passes, actually being in this scenario feels awkward. When you wrote about it your characters immediately get into it, being so outright boisterous is a bit more intimidating. Unless you’re Mac who declares: “I’m not opposed to playing this out the traditional way”.

“Me neither”, thank goodness they were thinking the same thing.

“Then let the interfacing commence”.

Mac wheels closer, you take a step forward and lean down. The first kiss was light, lips barely grazed. The second had more contact, lasting longer. The third was more confident, with deeper intent behind it. Inhibitions were gone by the fourth one, the kiss turned into making out. You place a hand on an armrest for balance and lift one knee onto their wheelchair to adjust the angle. 

After a bit Mac tugs at your red shirt to come closer, making sure to slowly and carefully climb into their seat you straddle Mac, mindful to not put any weight on their legs. With your arm around their shoulders and their hands on your waist you run fingers through their hair, slightly tugging at it, Mac in turn pulls at the bottom of your shirt. 

At some point one of you two (you couldn’t tell) began to grind into the other, soft moans escaped each other’s lips. In between quick breaks for air the sound of their internal fans spinning inside them can be heard, their system is trying to cool them down. Mac’s body physically started to heat up, when their skin became too hot and somewhat burned you had to pull away.

“It appears my system is overheating—huff—I’m sorry, are you okay?”.

“Yeah I’m good but…I think I’d like to make that problem worse”, your arm grazes the lining of their pants, “may I?”. You could’ve sworn Mac’s screen burned a little brighter at your question as they enthusiastically gave you permission to remove their bottoms.

Moving off their wheelchair you push their pants all the way down to their ankles, slightly chuckling at their boxers with a power button symbol on them. Their legs couldn’t spread apart too far, still it was enough space to do what you wanted. Kissing the inside of their thighs you were surprised by how fast the little bits of saliva that got on them evaporated because of how hot they were getting. 

With a hand you hold one of Mac’s legs down as you slip your tongue inside them. At first they were quiet with breathy ‘ughhs’ and exasperated ‘ohs’, after a bit you used your fingers to rub their clit; that’s when they got more vocal and started grinding into your face. Knowing you were on a tight schedule you couldn’t appreciate this sight for long. You at least wanted to finish them off so you repeatedly moved your tongue in the ways that got the most reaction from them. 

Mac gripped your hair and moved their hips uncontrollably into you, your hand let go of their thigh to allow them to squeeze around your head. “Ah, hah, oh, oh god”, they unabashedly used your face to get themself off and you reveled in the intensity of their orgasm. 

Giving them the chance to catch their breath you move up to kiss Mac, in turn letting them get a taste of themself. Mac breaks away to express their “hope in having enough time to do the same to your USB port”.

Honestly you were unsure, “They haven’t gotten us yet, I think we still have time.”

…

Unbeknownst to you guys the timer was indeed going off except no one noticed as Airyn spun on River and had to give her a lap dance. Everyone was too enthralled in hyping them up/ questioning how it would work to realize the seven minutes were up.

Upon returning home Mac stayed quiet about them getting off at work to the thought of you. Initially they wanted to ravish you the second they got home however their stomach had other plans as their appetite became top priority over their dirty thoughts. Doing it after dinner turned to doing it after cleaning up the table which turned to doing it after some evening relaxing and by the time you two were about to shower they had almost forgotten their plan, almost.

Mac took off their first layer, a white button down, you also began to remove clothes and they stopped to admire you (+ the show). It was then they noticed you were wearing the exact underwear that was driving them crazy earlier today.

Immediately they felt the blood rush to their crotch. “Were you planning on wearing that pair without showing me?”, always quick to point these things out.

“Hmm? Oh! Yeah I was planning on surprising you, guess I forgot -sigh- now it’s the end of the day”. About to push it off your body, their voice stops you.

“I hope you aren’t implying that means it’s too late”, slightly pouting, their eyes looking at you full of hope.

Softly laughing you shake your head, “no, I guess it’s not too late”.

Not long after you find yourself laying back on the bed with your partner over you. Truly an efficient multitasker, they kiss you with one hand at the side of your head, balancing themselves, the other unbuckling their pants; the kiss shifts a bit in their attempt to fully remove the bottoms without breaking away. The pants can be heard hastily hitting the floor, Mac picks at your shirt and you slightly lift up so they could take it off, it can also be heard hitting the floor. This is exactly how they want you, in nothing but that delectable underwear. 

The kiss becomes desperate as you feel them dry hump you with more force, adjusting your legs you lift your hips to wrap around them for a better angle. Mac takes this chance to let one hand roam behind you, feeling the silkiness of the fabric over the curve of your ass. A wet spot forms on their boxes and soon they’re close, lowering them a bit they pump themself for a few seconds before letting out a groan and cum over your underwear. You look disappointed, you wanted to have them inside you. 

Your partner was one step ahead. They announce “don’t worry, I’ll fill you up soon enough”. Discarding their boxers they grip their head and rub themself once more against you, the fluid mixes with the cloth, darkening the color of it. Pressing the tip slightly to your hole the cloth pushes back, blocking them from entering, they keep doing it however, you moan at the teasing sensation. Mac uses their other hand to stroke their thumb over your clit, your volume increases. 

“Love, I want more of you, please, I’m not satisfied”, you huff.

“Yet you still buck back into me, are you sure you’re not being greedy”. They smirk, an idea pops into their head, “well if my beloved insists~”. Bending down they replace their cock with their face, inhaling the intoxicating smell of your arousal.

“Mhm, fuck”, they tounge starts to prod at your entrance through the underwear, mouth sucking at it to taste your juices and theirs. “You know that’s not what I meant”, attempting to sound annoyed, it's futile though, your body betrays you, soon enough your orgasm comes as they kiss and suck your clit too. Mac caresses your thighs, letting you appreciate the sensation, you grip their black hair throughout it. 

Gently, you tug for them to return to face you, along the way Mac kisses up your stomach, chest, neck, and finally reaches your lips. It was messy and desperate, a clear sign you two were still unfulfilled. 

Breaking away to catch their breath, they surmise now is as good a time as any to tell you the truth. “None of my systems were able to operate at peak efficiency today, you run through my CPU incessantly, to have you here now is the best remedy for such a problem”. 

“That makes two of us, I decided to wear this today because I wanted this reaction from you”. The idea your networks could be so in sync elicits even more excitement from your significant other, they nibble at your lower lip before returning to the kiss.

“Then please allow me to insert myself into your port now”, they ask in a way that was meant to come out more confident than the plea it ended up sounding like. Getting a nod from you Mac moves your underwear to the side to not have to take it off, no they wouldn’t dream of doing that, with enough space their cock lines up to your entrance and slowly pushes in.

Pleasured moans escape both of you, it’s only Mac that can stretch your cunt out this good. Slow thrusts barely last, eventually their pace quickens and you push back into them to match. “Do you wish to be filled?”, you nod, “then verbalize it”.

“Please, Mac!”, you gasp, biting your lip to concentrate enough to speak , “I want you to fill me with your cum, use me, please”. 

Steadying themself by keeping their hands at your hips they slam into you ceaselessly, this intensity keeps up till both your thighs shake and quiver. The high of the orgasm pierces through you two, cries echo throughout the room, a few more sloppy thrusts and Mac shuffles to lie beside you, remaining inside.

Taking gasps of air you stare at one another, expressions content and satisfied. Your partner reaches to hold you close, fingers never idle as they massage you. In turn you caress their arm, outlining the 0s and 1s of their tattoo.

“Maybe, in actuality, we picked the best time to do this”, Mac thinks out loud.

“You have a point there, except after the shower we have to replace the sheets”.

“We could leave them and return to more dirty interfacing, there are other pairs of yours I wish to sully as well”. Their finger runs through the waistband of your underwear, your cunt tightens against their softening cock, the sensation stops that process. “Mhmm, you appear to like that idea, my love”.

“I’m not opposed to the idea if you're still hard, it’s just…”, waiting, Mac stares in curiosity, “what would be the point of showering then?”.

“That can be postponed”. Bodies meld once more, arousal and passion reignited, who knows when you two will be done.

“What’s better than a view from Newark? A view from Trenton!”, Mac repeats the marketing tagline on the website, “well there is only one way to find out”.

You giggle at their attempt at imitating the announcer in the ad. “Why are these updates always centered around New Jersey?”.

“The company’s founder is from the state, I suppose naming their products after areas in New Jersey is their way of paying homage to where they came from”.

“That’s a nice sentiment”.

They nod. “I’m so excited to observe the difference following this reboot, the changes in resolution, frame rate, graphics settings, ray tracing…”. Mac goes into further detail on how each item they listed could improve, their genuine excitement is infectious.

Today it was scheduled that you were, finally, going to update Mac’s graphics card. Except you ended up running late doing tasks for other objects, by the time you entered the office it was around the time you headed to bed. Mac expected you to return the next day to do it; you suggested they follow you to the bedroom. There were no implications in your words, you just knew how much Mac was looking forward to this so you were going to do this today. 

First you took a shower, Mac made themself comfortable in your bed, doing one last search online to confirm this update was indeed the best. Fresh out of the shower you went straight to business, taking a seat next to them to install the new graphics card. Their fingers danced across the keyboard, pulling up websites on the holographic screen with information about previous updates and how each improved upon the previous one. Blunders were in there too, which Mac was quick to explain where the developers went wrong; cracking some jokes which you found funny. 

An upside to doing this so late was that Mac would have to reboot after it is installed, which can make them groggy, perfect that they were already in bed. Them sleeping, in the bed, with you, had you giddy. Mixing this with Mac’s animated gestures and passionate voice honestly brought this emotion of domestic contentment to you. 

While Mac continued to speak you took in your partner like this. This enthusiastic, delightful, informative nerd was the love of your life on full display and you were looking at them like you had never seen anything better. It wasn’t long before your significant other noticed the expression you were giving them, smiling, a little confused, they asked, “is something wrong, love?”. 

Shaking your head, eyes go to stare at their lips then back into their eyes, “can I?”.

Ah, it was a look of admiration, Mac puts together, “Of course”. Eyes close, they lean in, your hands cup their cheek, one of their hands lightly holds your wrist… 

Only, the usual kiss is never felt, your lips miss and go to their forehead instead. It was gentle and charged with a feeling of love Mac never knew such a simple act could produce. After a few moments you face them, Mac raises a curious eyebrow, “what was that?”. 

You don’t respond, returning to their forehead, then slowly pull back to kiss their left cheek, then pull back and kiss their right cheek. This goes to the bridge of their nose, their eyelids, their eye bags, and their chin. Mac stays quiet, unsure what brought upon this sudden kissing tour of their face but it feels nice, special, as if you are performing some ritual. They sit there, basking in the sweet sentiment. Although they expected their lips to be the last stop, one small peck to their jawbone and you go further down to kiss right below their ear, your partner turns stiff, breath hitches, and jaw slightly tightens. 

“Beloved?”, slow kisses are pressed to their neck, cutting off whatever they were going to ask. “Ahh”. Your hand goes into their jacket, slipping it off their shoulder to lightly pull back their shirt to continue your trail of affection down. At this point their fans were loudly whirling inside, and a specific feature of them felt ignored. “My love, I’m overheating”.

“I can stop”, you whisper into their skin.

“Not yet—uhh—please”.

“Please…?”.

“Please, before you cease, please allow me a proper kiss”. They move so you are forehead to forehead, green eyes fluttering and dazed, they stare at your lips in their own silent plea. 

The intentional restriction you set ended seeing them so vulnerable, uttering an “okay” before leaning in. It was so satisfying for them. Mac places a hand at your side, gently inviting you to stay longer when they feel you about to pull away. You two stay this way until you desperately needed air.

Catching their breath Mac asks the meaning of the sudden teasing affection. “I guess I couldn’t resist”, is all you offer as you shrug, “maybe don’t look so irresistible next time”.

“My love you must note I cannot be trusted with that information, especially not when it procures that treatment from you”. More banter continues and you both return to the task at hand. The graphics card takes a few minutes to install and Mac reboots, becoming drowsy almost instantaneously. It was time to call it a night.

Settling under the covers Mac goes back into their passionate spiel of everything this new version offers. “I absolutely cannot contain my enthusiasm for how my visual perception of the world will differ once I boot up in the morning”.

“I wonder if you will be able to get those super up close and detailed pictures of the moon. What view are you the most excited to see after this update?”.

They hold you closer, spooning you and breathing in the smell of your shampoo. “It goes without saying, though I believe it is still important to articulate, I am most excited about increasing my ability to see you more clearly, my source code”. The last kiss of the night is exchanged and Mac knocks out almost immediately. You, however, take a little bit longer to doze off, at ease in observing and adoring your partner. 

Eyes burning and mind growing tired Mac continues typing into the program. You had tried to get them to stop earlier to no avail. All they did was move from working in the office onto the bed. So you showered alone and are now back in the bedroom with them still clicking away. “Any chance you’ll take a break soon?”.

They don’t look up. “Negative, not unless I consider enough progress has been made during this session”.

You sigh. “I feel 5 hours is a long enough session, you should focus on something else, your eyes are becoming strained from the amount of screen time”. Grabbing the lotion bottle from your drawer you take a seat at the corner of the bed.

At this point Mac is just putting suggestions in as comments they can turn into code for later when they have a clearer mind. Sincerely they hope their ideas might fix whatever is wrong. Maybe I should cease, they contemplate, I sense my CPU waning and muscles tense from being in the same position for such an extended period of time. You have a point, rest is the obvious solution in this case, for the first time in hours Mac looks up from their screen and towards you, oh wow.

At the edge of the bed they notice you applying moisturizer, a towel hung loosely around your body, you place a bit on your hands and carefully put it on your face. They are absolutely captivated by the scene, by you. “Upon further reflection, you are absolutely right, my love.” They close the laptop, placing it to the side, and move to where you are. “However if I am to stop I would still prefer to be doing something with my hands”, Mac rests their head on your shoulder, “and I reason you could aid me in this”.

“What did you have in mind?”, you ask cautiously.

“I have no naughty intentions, if that’s what you were thinking, I simply wish to apply moisturizer on you. I assist you, you assist me.”

Thinking for a moment you make a mental note for the future of this being the only way to disconnect your partner from their work; giving them the lotion you agree. “Okay”.

Lotion in hand they adjust themself and you. “Come closer, please”. With your back to them they place a dollop on their palm then rub their hands together. You can’t deny you felt slight goosebumps creep upon your skin, unable to see them you felt anxious at when their touch would be felt. Mac starts at your neck, the face was already done so it made sense to move down, their touch is light like a ghost, not wanting too much force on your neck. From the front to back hands lower to the shoulders, they begin to massage and you let out a content sigh; staying here for a few minutes Mac wishes to thoroughly apply the cream and give a relaxing experience.

One kiss is placed at each shoulder and Mac gets more lotion to begin spreading on your right arm. The massage goes on, it is gentle, not enough to stress the muscles but enough to loosen them; the kisses keep going as they trail down your arm. Continuing the pattern they do the same to the left arm, your eyelids blink rapidly, you didn’t realize how relaxed you would become.

“Beloved”, Mac softly says, “if I am to keep going I suggest you remove the towel at this point. It may block my path, plus it’s a shame to have any part of your lovely body concealed”.

It was a request yet you jump into action as if it was a command. Their dexterous hands turn to your back and deep breaths escape you with their thumbs rubbing circles into your skin. Mac kisses a shoulder blade then lowers to the mid arch of your back, “you feel so nice”, they whisper. They move around to face you, “if you don’t mind, I think I can be of better service if you lay on your back”.

“No problem”. The urge to sleep hits you the second you make contact with the mattress. Though that in no way distracts you from how much you want Mac to keep up their touches. 

More cream is applied, they take their time going from the chest down to the stomach, fingers stay to adorn certain areas. Any mole, scar, or other marking does not go unnoticed, it is all tenderly traced and kissed. Thumbs circle into your hips as their lips trail from one side to the other. “Mhhmm the scent of this moisturizer really compliments you”. Hips are slightly lifted up so they could also reach around to apply it on your butt as well, Mac might’ve stayed a little longer than necessary.

The last stop was the legs, as confident as ever your partner massages up and down both your thighs while kissing them. “I like seeing how the skin molds to my touch, hopefully it does not feel rough, I do all of this with the utmost adoration for your naked form”. Finishing off with the calves you swore you were about to pass out from how at ease you were, focusing on Mac is what kept you from dozing off. “There you go, all properly moisturized”, their hands do one last caress of your physique before closing the lid and laying next to you.

“Y’know, I really do love you, my source code. I believe you truly are breath taking”, leaning in a warm smooch is placed on your forehead. 

Humming into the sweet sensation you reach out to hold their face, bringing them in for a proper kiss. “You’re so sweet, Mac, I love you too”, there’s a slight pause, “now I just wish there was a better way to stop your workaholic tendencies that doesn’t end with me being this cold”.

“Oh right”, they sheepishly let out, “you should get changed, I can aid you in that as well”.

“Ooh Mac look!”, turning your phone to your partner you show them a text Sam sent. It was a screenshot of the announcement for an exclusive item recently added to a game you like, except the only way to get this ultra rare item was through a gacha system.

Mac examined the image and asked the logical question, “very cool indeed, how do you plan on acquiring this particular item? I’m assuming the probability of obtaining it randomly is quite low”.

“About that”, time to reveal the true reason why you showed Mac the text, “I was wondering if there was any way you could mess with the code?”. They raise an eyebrow in confusion. “Look, it’ll just be for this, I still want to play the game as it’s meant to be played, I just really want this item”.

“I don’t know, it’s possible for me to do this, yes, except it would violate my ethical model”.

“It’s only for my game, I’m not asking you to hack into a bank and transfer money into my account”. Part of you knew Mac would be hesitant so you had a fall back: flattery. Not your strongest suit however you seriously wanted this. “I know if any one could do this it would be my incredibly intelligent significant other”.

“Oh?”. Yep, behind their eyes, barely visible, they perked up at that.

“Actually, now that I think about it, I don’t feel I give you enough credit for how effectively you run my game. I play for hours nonstop and you don’t complain”.

It’s easy for Mac to turn red and you can see the crimson color slowly creep onto their face. “Being of use to you is my favorite activity, so I do my best and take pride in my efficiency”.

“And you should! You are a marvelous and gorgeous piece of technology, emphasis on gorgeous”. 

Instinctively, they bring one hand up to touch their face, a telltale sign that your words are doing things to them. “Thank you beloved, it’s really nice to know my work is being appreciated by the person I love most.” ‘Really nice?’. Hmmm, usually Mac goes for more elevated words whenever they can, they would have said it was truly, positively, or tremendously delightful, gratifying, or pleasing. 

Your plan might actually be working.

“You take my nonstop pointing and clicking so well, my love, such an amazing computer you are”. The redness spreads across their face, could this be it?

“Ah, you’re going to make my system overload”. Now both hands are holding their face, additionally their expression shifts, more excited. “Luckily you cleaned my fans a few days ago, I’m still not too overheated to demonstrate through actions my enthusiasm for your words”.

“Yeah?”. Mac leans in closer, it dawns on you that you possiblyyy might have not thought this through. 

“Yeah”. Extending their arm they find your hand to hold, “I could thoroughly display my infatuation with your hands specifically, if you wish to interface in a more intimate manner”.

Your own face begins to heat up. “Oh wow”. Brain freezes, you were not expecting to achieve this much of a reaction from them, still, remember why you did this. “That does sound amazing…”.

“Mhmm, I personally adore that expression you made last time”.

The recount of that moment makes your heart race. Focus. “Before I forget, maybe we can do that after you help me get the exclusive item?”.

Mac smirks, “I knew it, this was a ploy”. 

Fuck, well denial is pointless. “Uhhh, yes”.

They chuckle, “flattery does indeed get one far, although it can get you farther when the other person isn’t aware of your plan”.

“I was going to bring the game back up in a less obvious way, I panicked when you started getting more flirty”, you admit.

“I can’t help it, being around you brings this side out of me”. They plant a kiss on your cheek. “I’ll see what I can do to acquire that item for you, love”.

A “thank you” is sheepishly let out. “Man, I'm not used to flirting”.

“All things considered I was in fact charmed. You are unquantifiably captivating”. Another compliment to make you flustered, your partner sure is better at flirting than you.