Stay

Roger trudged wearily down the long hallway and into his room. He was absolutely exhausted. Beck, being the asshole that he was, had been causing Paradigm City even more trouble tonight. Roger wasn’t just bone-tired; he was pissed off as well. He was angry with himself. It was not often that Roger made a wrong move or wrong decision, but tonight he had moved left with he should gone right and he was rewarded with a bullet in the shoulder. He and Big O had taken care of it in the end, but that still didn’t do anything for the searing pain that run up and down his right arm.

Norman had removed the bullet when Roger came home, then he went to attend to Big O. Now Roger made his way slowly through his large home to his bedroom. He passed Dorothy in the hall, carrying a load of folded laundry. Dorothy noticed the way he was walking and stopped to look at him.

“Hello Roger.” Dorothy greeted him in her usual monotone voice. He made no reply to her though. Roger grunted and kept on walking. At the end of the long, dark hallway he reached his bedroom door. With some effort he opened it and disappeared into his room.

Dorothy watched the whole thing and wondered what had happened to him that night to make him act so strangely. It was odd because if ever Dorothy said something to Roger, he would always at least acknowledge she was there. She kept thinking about his strange behavior as he made her way to the linen closet to deposit her arm load of clean laundry. Dorothy went about all her other chores and duties for a while, Roger never leaving her mind.

Once his door was shut, Roger immediately began shedding his clothes. He decided to skip the shower; he just wanted to lie down and go to sleep. When he removed all his clothes, Roger wearily sat himself on the edge of his huge bed. He ran his hands through his hair and rubbed his sleepy eyes. Roger strained to turn around and glance to look at the rest of the massive bed he was sitting on. He knew he didn’t need such a large bed for just him. It was just him after all; he had no one to share his bed with. Roger secretly wished he had though. On the outside he had been able to maintain the image of a cold, hard man who really didn’t need anyone. When the day was over and he went home, Roger wanted someone, a soft warm body, to hold close to him.

There was someone he had found in his thoughts more and more. Dorothy… She was intriguing and he loved that about her. Of course Roger would never let on such a thing. She was a client and an android no less. Still, he had caught himself watching her. He thought about taking her to dinner; go out for walks, amongst other things. Always he would say to himself that it was absurd to think about Dorothy that way. It was ridiculous!

“Fuck it, I’m tired.” Roger whispered to himself and he lifted his sheets, slid in and closed his eyes.

When she done, Dorothy glanced at the clock and noted that it was quite late. Norman and Roger would be both sound asleep. Dorothy did not sleep and Roger was still on her mind, so she decided to go check on him. As she climbed the stairs to his room, Dorothy knew that if Roger knew that she was checking on him she would be far from happy.

“Oh well, what will he do?” Dorothy muttered to herself. She could recall the time where she would have never done anything of the sort. Living with Roger and Norman had begun to change her. Dorothy knew she had begun to exhibit more human-like qualities. She did not fight it though. Soon she found herself outside of Roger’s door. She drew closer to the door silently and she could hear Roger tossing and turning. Without giving it a second thought, Dorothy turned the knob slowly and opened the door.

There, a few feet away from Dorothy, Roger was lying in bed. His eyes were closed but it was obvious that he was not asleep. Against the dark sheets, Roger’s pale, bare skin seemed to glow. Dorothy found herself peering into his room, scanning over Roger’s broad, muscled chest. The only things that seemed to be covering his body were the bandage on his right shoulder and the thin bed sheet and was laying low on his hips.

Even to Dorothy and her robotic functions, Roger’s body seemed to be perfect. Her eyes traveled down from his handsome face to his smooth, broad chest. Then she looked down to his chiseled abs and his narrow hips. Roger’s eyes were still lightly closed, trying desperately to fall asleep but the pain in his shoulder keeping him awake. It caught Dorothy off guard when she saw Roger’s hand reach down and start rubbing against the sheet-covered bulge between his legs.

Roger sighed and licked his lips as he rubbed his hand against his arousal. The thin, dark sheet still separated flesh from flesh, but Dorothy could clearly see the outline of Roger’s hardening length. Dorothy ventured further into the room without a sound, and shut the door behind her. She was still hidden well in the shadows as he watched him. Dorothy heard his breath speed up slightly while his hand began to move faster. His eyes were still closed and his lips were parted slightly. If it weren’t for Dorothy’s android hearing, Roger’s soft moans would have been lost on anyone’s ears. She stood still, her eyes locked on the erotic scene that was playing out in front of Dorothy.

“Uhh…Dorothy…” Roger whispered through his quiet moans. Dorothy suddenly began to wonder if he was aware of her in his room. As she kept still and kept watching him, it seemed that he had not seen her. As she stood in the shadows, Dorothy felt an overwhelming urge to go over to him.

‘I am not supposed to feel this way…I am not supposed to feel at all!!’ Dorothy thought to herself.

Then Dorothy stepped away from the door and walked to the side of Roger’s bed. Roger’s eyes flew open when he heard footsteps drawing closer to him. There at the side of his bed, no more than an arm’s length away from him, stood Dorothy.

“Shit!!! Dorothy! What are you…” Roger yelled as he shot up from his resting place. He could not finish before Dorothy clamped her cold, pale hand over his mouth. After a few moments of his wide eyes staring up at her, Dorothy removed her hand from Roger’s mouth. He said nothing, only looked up at her with wildness in his eyes.

He didn’t know what he was doing; Roger only did what his impulses were telling him to. In the flash of a moment, Roger roughly grabbed the front of Dorothy’s dress and pulled her down to him. She did not resist as he aggressively pressed his lips to hers. As he fervently kissed her, Dorothy’s hand wandered from its place at her side down to Roger’s lean abs. When he felt her cold touch on her stomach he shivered and pulled his lips away, though never letting go of her.

Roger looked down and saw her hand that had been resting on his rippled stomach slide beneath the sheet that had done little to hide his hard arousal. Dorothy, with very little effort, tossed the sheet that covered him back to reveal Roger’s raging hard member. Roger was still tightly gripping the fabric of Dorothy’s dress as he watched her hand travel down from his stomach and grip his rigid shaft.

Roger gasped in surprise, which was then followed by a low, throaty moan. His eyes squeezed shut and he bit his lip as Dorothy’s cold hand began to pump him slowly. Dorothy’s facial expression never faltered, she seemed to be concentrating intensely on her task at hand. Her android strength enabled Dorothy to grip Roger tightly.

“Fuck, don’t stop…” Roger hissed through his teeth. He was desperately grasping the sheets beside him and Dorothy’s dress. She still stood over him; her pace had quickened, causing Roger to start bucking his hips. Dorothy listened to his moans and watched him as he urgently thrust up to meet her strokes. She took this as a queue to pump him harder and faster.

Roger began to tremble while he kept whispering Dorothy’s name over and over again. He opened his eyes and looked up into Dorothy’s face. She knew he was watching her; a moment later her eyes shifted and met Roger’s. The lust and longing in Roger’s eyes was intriguing to Dorothy. She kept pumping his hard shaft while they stared into each other’s eyes.

“Please Dorothy, please.” Roger pleaded to her quietly. Dorothy wasn’t sure, but she could imagine what he was pleading to her for. She returned her attention to Roger’s intense arousal. She stroked him quicker and quicker, secretly relishing in Roger’s gasps and moans.

Dorothy felt Roger’s strong hand pull her down to him once more, so she gave way and went. She was nearly laying on top of Roger now. He brought Dorothy’s lips back to his own, this time plunging his tongue into her mouth. Dorothy returned the passionate kiss this time, running her albeit cold tongue against his. The next several moments were spent with Dorothy pumping Roger’s length quickly while the both of them kissed each other feverishly. Suddenly Roger torn his lips away from Dorothy’s kiss and cried out.

“UHHH!! DOROTHY, I’M COMING!” Roger managed to say, his breath ragged and heavy. No sooner had he said it, Dorothy felt Roger’s body shake. She only slowed down when she felt Roger’s trembling stop. After a few moments of stillness, Dorothy released Roger from her grasp and moved to leave.

Roger’s arm quickly snaked around Dorothy’s slender waist and pulled her down on top of him. She looked up questioningly into his eyes. He had a contented expression on his face and his lips had formed the very small smile.

“Stay, at least for tonight.” Roger whispered softly to her. Dorothy’s head cocked to the side in curiosity but then returned the smile to him.

“Alright Roger, I will stay.”


The End (more may follow but I am not sure.)