And Forever...

R. Dorothy Wayneright sat at her chair in Roger Smith’s kitchen, picking idly at her bowl of rice. She didn’t have to eat, being an android, but it was something she actually liked to do sometimes. It made her feel normal; it made her feel like she fit in with Roger and Norman. Besides, if she didn’t eat, Norman would be fussy. He always was when Dorothy dragged her heavy feet and didn’t act like a normal young lady. There was something fatherly about Norman, and Dorothy appreciated it.

It was nearly noon, Roger was still sleeping, and Dorothy ordered herself to eat at least half of the bowl of rice before noon. Then she would go and wake him up the same way she did every day—she would play the beautiful grand piano, he would throw his door open, and he would step out.

With wild hair and tired eyes, he’d yell at Dorothy like he did every morning, and she would remain unaffected. It was one of the few times being emotionless was an advantage for Dorothy.

But she wasn’t totally emotionless. Even an android can have feelings. And R. Dorothy had them for none other than her crusty savior, employer, and housemate, Paradigm City’s top negotiator, the one and only Roger Smith.

Dorothy’s normally-unaffected face took on a new dimension now, that of a love-struck girl. She dreamily and delicately put her elbow up on the table, tilting her palm toward her chin. She carefully propped her head up on her elbow, and her lovely dark eyes clouded over. She was fantasizing about kissing Roger, about him holding her close, and about him loving her.

Meanwhile, Roger Smith’s inner clock woke him up at five after noon. It was so quiet in the house. He wondered what was wrong.

‘Dorothy’s always up by now…’ he thought. With just a touch of worry, he got up and walked hurriedly out of his room. She wasn’t sitting at the piano, or in one of the living room chairs. Wait! She was at the kitchen table. Had she fallen asleep?

Roger made himself stop before reaching the kitchen door. He could see the sides of her eyes. The usual dark eyes held a glossiness he’d never seen before.

“Dorothy? Is something wrong?”

His voice snapped her out of her oblivion, and unfortunately, she also fell out of her chair. The kitchen shook. He hurried to help her up, which was a motion of pure chivalry, since he couldn’t pick up an android. She got up on her own and nearly swooned at the feeling of his hands on hers. Dorothy managed to keep it in.

“Thank you,” she said stiffly. “Were you surprised I didn’t wake you this morning?”

“Very much so,” he said. Dorothy realized he was still holding onto her hands. As she looked down at his big, strong hands holding her little pale ones, he let go.

‘Damn,’ R. Dorothy thought. She fought to keep her posture neutral, but Roger put out one hand. He tipped her face back up to look at him.

“Dorothy…oh hell…” He put his arms around her and pulled her close to him, like she’d fantasized. He leaned in gently to plant a kiss on her lips. As he did that, Dorothy put her arms around Roger’s back, holding him close. He could not pull away unless Dorothy loosened her grip, and she certainly didn’t plan to do that.

The kiss became more intense as Dorothy actually got involved in it. Roger’s hand left Dorothy’s chin and moved down her shoulder and across her arm to touch her lower back. He slid his hand lower, and Dorothy jumped. Even as a human, Dorothy Wayneright had never been touched like this. She loved it.

Roger, for his part, was amazed at how like a human woman Dorothy was. She was responsive to his kissing and touching, and though Roger had had his fair share of women over the course of his lifetime, this felt different. It felt…true…in some way, and he relished this. As he kissed Dorothy, thoughts started through his head. He could see himself and Dorothy out dancing; then they were laughing in the sun, cuddling under the stars, making love in the darkness…he wanted all of it.

Gradually they managed to make it to Roger’s bedroom. He pulled the door shut behind them with a decisive snap reminiscent of so many rude awakenings courtesy of Dorothy and the piano. Within moments, he and Dorothy were lying on the floor, he on top of her, still kissing.

Roger gently detached his lips from Dorothy’s and stood up. She followed; an unasked question bubbled to her lips, but he knew what she wanted to know.

“Ssh, Dorothy…I’m going to help you take off your dress.”

She allowed him to assist her in unzipping the black dress and letting it fall around her ankles.

He grinned at her pale and perfect body, clad in black underwear.

“Black isn’t your color,” he said cheekily.

Dorothy raised her eyebrows.

“We might have to do something about that,” he said teasingly. He became serious again.

“Help me with my pajamas?” he asked. He needn’t have; she was already unbuttoning his pajama top. He shrugged it off where it joined Dorothy’s dress.

They were kissing again by the time it hit the floor. Roger gently slid down the straps of Dorothy’s bra while they kissed, and then pushed her underwear down. She stepped out the tangled mess of underclothes while pushing down the waistband of Roger’s pajama pants. They too fell to the floor.

Before Roger and Dorothy knew it, they were lying on the floor amid their discarded items of clothing. The early afternoon light streamed in around Roger’s black curtains, but the two lovers paid no heed. Roger knew he needed Dorothy, and likewise she knew she had to have him.

So they bowed to their needs, and hours later Roger woke up. He was lying on the floor still, but he and Dorothy had their heads on a pillow, and a light blanket covered them.

‘Norman?’ he thought briefly. For the first time Roger could remember, a light blush crept onto his face. Surely Norman hadn’t seen this…

But then he remembered. He and Dorothy, before they collapsed into dreamy sleeps, had retrieved the pillow and blanket from Roger’s bed. One of his arms was around Dorothy as she slept; her face was burrowed into his chest, and his other arm was flung casually behind his head.

With a tiny smile on his face, he pulled her even closer to him. She tossed a little in her sleep, sighing contentedly. Roger closed his own eyes once again and drifted back into a peaceful slumber with his beloved Dorothy finally in his arms. He dreamed of her piano playing and somehow he could see living with her for the rest of his life…perhaps even forever if he lived that long....

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Author's note: This wasn't meant to be an in-your-face D/R story. A good friend of mine loves Big O and this was written out of a longing to be with him tonight, watching Big O on DVD like we did a month ago, living in the same town. Please be kind in your reviews, if there are any; I usually write Harry Potter fanfiction. This is an entirely new beast to me.
I'd like to thank Steve, the Roger to my R. Dorothy, for being so inspiring. Without you, I'd have never seen Big O, and therefore wouldn't have written this story. I love you very much!