Metallic Love

Lying in bed with his human love was not a position our dear robot Guyver thought he'd be. Yet here we are, without salacious activities of last night, as in innocent a nature as the sun shinning through blinds coating their bed further with warmth already found there. He sees nothing. However, his system activates, and sky blue lights begin to flicker on throughout his body. He is not a desktop PC in sound, he's far beyond and he does awake his partner. His partner, who is cuddled dearly near to his body.

Still without vision his spine and torso motives sit him up a bit, as elbows are pulled underneath his shoulders to keep him up. His head without thought locks on softly down to the girl's face: at rest, asleep. Finally his eyes finalize, as human eyes opening, to the first thing he sees today: Shelly Winters. Many parts of him: his mechanical heart, his system, his mouth in its own way: smile. He relaxed his industrial spine and elbows to lay back down, and turned his body to face her. Guyver's hands, feet, legs, arms, wrap around Shelly returning in cuddle embrace. 

He found it best to perhaps await for her to wake as well.