Twisted Fate
- Part [x]: Strange Bedfellows 2

Dot ran her fingers up and down Megabyte’s hand where he held her. His arm was hung over her body whilst she lay on her side against him, and he kept her held close whilst he slept. Dot was currently distracting herself by trying to pick out some kind of fault with him, but he didn’t snore, nor had he kicked her once during the night, or anything; she wished she could find something to make her feel better because she couldn’t quite bring herself to face the truth of what she’d now done.

She sighed and laid her head back on the pillow, still running her fingers up and down his jagged hand. For such a rigidly-built creature, he was a surprisingly gentle lover; one would think his touch would be cold and unyielding, but he seemed to be able to manipulate it to his will, to bring one under the impression that he were as soft and tender as any kind of sprite. Dot had been afraid of what she were doing, but she had needed to do it, to get out of the vicious circle that he had created. And yet, now that their twisted affair had been consummated, she wasn’t satisfied; she just wasn‘t sure what she wanted any more.

She sighed gently and tried to get the image of Bob out of her head, and get rid of the feelings of guilt. She tried to think of what it really was that she sought after in life, but she couldn’t be sure any more. All her plans for her and Bob had been shattered, and now there was this affair with Megabyte, of all people, but that couldn’t last because… well, it was wrong. But a small part of her, a part that she often denied existed, liked this fact; there was something exciting about doing what one shouldn’t.

And so it was on that line of thought that Dot shifted and rolled round to face her viral lover and pressed a kiss to his chest. He woke with a start and looked down at her, and when her smouldering gaze met his, he cocked his brow curiously and gave her a smirk. “My, my… we are frisky, aren’t we?” he murmured.

She smiled back at him and slid up so that her face was level with his. “Let me forget everything for a while…” she whispered, before her lips met his and she clung onto him hard, sliding one of her knees between his legs and rubbing it against his crotch.

He choked on her kiss, making Dot smile at being able to crack the dignity of such a noble creature. “Steady on,” he said after a moment, running his hand over her face and rolling himself on top of her, pinning her down.

Dot stared at him for a while and was suddenly reminded of something he had said to her a while back:

These words of old resounded round her mind, like words of fate, as if this had all meant to be, and she sighed, stroking his chin for a moment before he pressed a kiss to her forehead and, to her surprise, slipped out of bed.

“I don’t think it wise for us to get too carried away now,” he said, turning back to look at her as she lay there in all the simple beauty of a woman just woken from slumber, dishevelled and with a plain bedspread thrown over her. For once, the circuits in Megabyte’s brain actually paused to remark at how beautiful she was…

The thought scared him a little and he shook his head, trying to clear his mind. “Your friends will no doubt be searching for you,” he continued. “We should get you back, unless you are happy to disclose this interesting liaison to them…?”

Dot sighed and saw his point. She got up and wrapped the bedclothes around her before she walked toward him. “My mind’s a mess,” she confessed. “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Megabyte, without thought, rose his hand to her face and cupped her cheek, and again that stray thought of how attractive she was struck him. It was a shock to his system, to have such rebellious thoughts interfering with his characteristic orderliness. He couldn’t be doing with chaos, with arbitrariness… and yet, part of him was leaning that way, and all because he found this woman quite pretty. For once he felt that he had been infected rather than vice versa; in making love to her, he had sold her part of his soul, and he knew already that he would be damned for it.

Once more, he shook his head and tried to get back on the rails, to think over the fact that he had accomplished part of his revenge and had only to wait to see if the rest might come about.

Then he suddenly realised how long he had been stood stroking Dot’s face without a word. He cleared his throat, slightly discomfited, and looked into her eyes, trying to hide this uncharacteristic vacillation. “Well, you do know where to find me,” he settled on saying, and added a suave smirk for effect.

Dot smiled faintly in return and pressed a light kiss to his nose. “I know,” she said.

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