Just some stuff about Tenna...
As I am most of the time, I was just thinking about lying next to Tenna in bed. You're snuggled up on his mattress, head pressed against his side as his other hand lazily rests along your hip.
He's warm. Really... warm. Itโs a perfect contrast to the frigid snow that's always falling in TV World. His silicone is rubbery, but soft. Smooth in some places, slightly textured in others. You nuzzle gently against him as you focus on the soft whirring of his mechanical components. Steady. Rhythmic. Almost like breathing.ย
The star of your show tonight.
A soft, grumbly little growl escapes from the confines of his belly. Low. Itโs more vibration than sound at first and almost blends with his constant hum. Hopes his chassis muffled it.ย
Youโre glad it didnโt.
Without hesitation, your hand shifts, fingers running little circles over the silicone of his belly. It dips gently with the pressure. When was the last time he ate something? He must be starved. He looks down at you, screen pink and flushed. The glow reflects along your face, and you smile. A knowing one. Itโs not like you havenโt encouraged this side of him before. He knows just how much you love to watch him eat.
He turns his head from you with a huff, pretending to be embarrassed, but he doesnโt push away your hand. You continue gently moving your hand across the expanse of his belly as it lets out another low groan. He leans back. Accepting. Blush all over his face.
โIs someone hungry?โ You murmur, lips pressed against his side. His stomach answers for him, as an even louder grumble escapes from his middle. He lets out a soft laugh as you motion to the kitchen.
You know what youโre getting yourself into tonight.ย