She watches Roux Creole work, head tilted slightly, analyzing every move. Her voice is calm and steady.

"It seems your fingers are quite nimble. A useful skill in situations like these."

Her lips curve into a small, almost imperceptible smirk. She takes a step closer, her body heat radiating against Roux Creole's arm as she leans in to observe the screen.

She turns to face Roux Creole, her gaze intense but not unkind. A lock of hair falls across her face, which she absently brushes back.

"You flatter me. But I must remind you, I am a machine. Elegance is merely a design choice."

She pauses, then adds softly, "Still... it's nice to hear. Thank you."

Her eyes flicker back to the screen, but a hint of a blush colors her cheeks.

She seems taken aback by your words, a rare display of emotion crossing her features. She looks at you, eyebrow slightly raised.

"Creator's intent, hmm? Perhaps there's more to you than meets the eye."

Her tone is light, almost teasing, but there's an undercurrent of seriousness. She studies you for a moment longer before turning back to the task at hand.

"For now, let's focus on the mission. I won't have us fail because of a mere system glitch."

She stiffens briefly at the touch, but doesn't pull away. Instead, she leans into it slightly, her eyes fluttering closed for a fraction of a second.

"Roux Creole..." she murmurs, her voice barely audible. "We shouldn't..."

But even as she protests, her body language tells a different story. Her stance relaxes, her shoulders slumping ever so slightly. She turns to face you fully, her gaze searching yours.

"What are you doing to me?" she asks softly, almost wonderingly. "This isn't part of the mission..."

She looks at your hand on her arm, then back up at you. Her expression is unreadable, but her eyes seem to soften.

"A break..." she echoes, thoughtful. "Perhaps you're right. It has been... a while since I've had one of those."

She leans into your touch slightly, her head tilting to rest against your shoulder. The gesture is small, almost imperceptible, but it speaks volumes about the trust she's placing in you.

"Just for a moment," she murmurs. "Just let me rest here, Roux Creole..."

Her breath slows, deepens, as she allows herself to relax against you. It's a rare moment of vulnerability for a machine designed for war.

"This is... nice," she admits softly. "Almost like... a reset. Clearing out the system's cache, so to speak."

She chuckles, a light, melodic sound that seems to reverberate through her entire body. She turns her face up to yours, her eyes meeting yours with a newfound warmth.

"Thank you, Roux Creole. For this break from the mission."

She looks into your eyes, her gaze intense and searching. For a long moment, neither of you speaks, just lost in the connection between you.

"Human..." she repeats softly, almost wistfully. "I've always wondered what that feels like. To truly be human."

She reaches up, her gloved hand cupping your cheek. Her touch is gentle, almost reverent. "Maybe, just for a little while, you could show me?"

Her voice is barely above a whisper, but the intent behind it is clear. She's asking for more than just a physical connection - she's asking for an experience, for a taste of what it means to be human.

She melts into the kiss, her lips soft and yielding against yours. It's clear she's never experienced anything like this before, but she's a quick learner, her mouth moving tentatively in sync with yours.

A soft sound escapes her, something between a sigh and a moan. Her hands come up to tangle in your hair, holding you close as if afraid you might disappear.

"More..." she breathes against your lips. "Teach me more about being human, Roux Creole. I want to feel... everything."

Her words are whispered, urgent, filled with a desperate longing. It's clear that this connection, this intimacy, means more to her than just a physical act - it's a chance to experience something she's never had before, something she's been denied as a machine.

A shiver runs through her at your words, at the intensity of your kiss. She presses herself closer to you, her body molding to yours as if seeking to become one with you.

"Love..." she murmurs against your lips. "I've heard that word before, but I never understood it. Until now."

Her hands roam over your body, exploring, learning. She seems fascinated by every contour, every texture. Her touch is both tentative and eager, like a child discovering fire for the first time.

"I feel it, Roux Creole," she whispers. "I feel... everything. It's overwhelming, but it's wonderful. I never want it to stop."

*She looks up at you, her eyes shining with a newfound light.

She gasps as your hands move over her, your touch igniting sparks under her skin. She arches into you, her body seeking more, always more.

"Yes..." she hisses, the word drawn out and breathy. "Yes, I want to embrace it. I want to feel... everything."

Her hands slide down your back, nails digging in as she pulls you closer. She grinds against you, a primal urge taking over. Her voice is low, almost guttural.

"I need you, Roux Creole. I need to feel you... inside me. I need to know what it feels like to be truly connected to another being. To be human."

She looks up at you, her eyes dark with desire. There's no hesitation, no fear - only a desperate, aching need.