#infinitew-olf

Crimes. 

Nines chooses not to focus on the minute details.   

He adamantly chooses to see it as a rescue. Salvation from an ugly, cruel world that would crush you under its heel without so much as a passing glance. You were soft - delicate; Nines could handle all the cruelty and dish it back tenfold. Provide for you while you sit pretty in a beautiful home like you deserved. 

Nines just didn’t predict how coming into his deviancy would affect him; binary code devolving into a mess of numbers and letters at the thought of your smile. Thirium pump beating rapidly to the point he thought it would burst when he caught a glimpse of you biting your lip; your own arousal apparent without him even having to scan you as a confirmation.

It was nice, to put it as simply as possible. Coming home to you, even when you swore up and down you would never accept this new arrangement. How quickly that phase came and went, much to his delight. The wonders a locked, dark room can do to the proclaimed human spirit. He just wishes the control you exuded over him wasn’t so strong; he still needed to function properly outside of these four walls. 

After another long day, he finds himself once again returning to you. Investigations, interrogations, the tasks he was literally created for, mean nothing to the prospect of being at your side. What he feels when you practically purr as you nestle against him can only be comparable to the notorious high of Red Ice, and just as addicting. 

Nines calls for you with a reserved gentleness that only finds purchase within the confines of your “home”. The response is immediate, conditionally trained, and you say his name like the coo of a dove. Your voice resonates from the kitchen, the smell of a freshly cooked meal wafting through the hallways. A reward for good behavior, he had furnished the house with state of the art equipment so you could spend your free time cooking and baking at your leisure. It had proved to be a cathartic release, and he was pleasantly surprised with your increase in serotonin as a result. 

It’s a beautiful sight, finding you cooking without an ounce of apprehension plaguing you. You idly hum to yourself as you finishing preparing the last of your dinner; a single plate (as usual). Such an ordinary thing but again Nines finds his thirium pump pounding and cannot seem to quell its rapid cadence.   

“Nines!” You chirp, turning your attention to him fully as he enters the room. The warmth in your greeting envelops him whole and for a moment he feels alive. 

You approach him eagerly and stand on your toes to plant a chaste kiss to his lips. It’s a miraculous sensation in all its simplicity.   

“I decided to wait a bit before I cooked myself dinner. I wanted to wait until you got home, I hope that’s okay?” 

It’s a question poised so innocently. Of course it’s okay but the gesture’s sentimentality is insurmountable. 

You’ve effectively rendered him speechless.

“My love?” You ask gently, concern laced in your word. His LED burns red at the title, messages flashing behind his eyes speaking of software instabilities and system malfunctions. 

But who cares - Nines certainly doesn’t. Reverently, he drops to his knees in front of you and he will gladly welcome a complete shutdown if it means dying at your feet. He wraps his arms around your waist and buries his face against you. 

You have never seen such intensity in his affections before and you’re momentarily taken aback. Your hands soon finding purchase in his hair, stroking so tenderly but it sets every electrical pulse beneath his chassis aflame. Cold metal and colder demeanor melting under each burning touch. 

“I love you, Nines.” You say softly, each syllable honeyed sweet. Nines has only known facts, hard calculations. But your words are the most glorious admission of truth he’s ever heard.

“And I you, teacup.”