Time Will Stand Still

She grumbles as she reaches behind her for the pliers, glaring at the tangle of wires before her.  As she reaches forward with a bare hand, she hears a a quiet 'tsk'.  She sighs loudly.

"What now?" She whines.  He's been complaining about this and that all damn day.

"If you touch the circuits with bare fingers, you're very likely to be-"

TSST!

She gasps in shock and momentary pain.  She pulls her fingers back to assess the damage.  A bright red mark has begun on her right ring finger, and before she can get it to her mouth, he grabs her hand gently and brings it closer for inspection.

His eyes are calculating and cold, narrowed as they are in concentration.  He turns her hand this way and that way, looking from all angles before bringing her injured finger closer to press a light kiss.  His gold eyes travel up the length of her arm, and gaze through silver strands (not of hair, but of a synthetic equal) to her blue eyes narrowed in pleasure.

"None of that now," she states." I'm not through with fixing you yet."

He grumbles a bit before dropping her hand, and reaching beside him for her work gloves.  She always conveniently forgets them at times like this.  Sometimes, his programming makes him believe she does it on purpose simply for the sake of touching him bare handed.  With slow moves, she dons the gloves, not a little bit regretfully while peering at his half naked form before raising her eyes to the open latch on the side of his neck.  With gentle and precise moves, she brings the pliers closer and sifts through the wires connecting his touch sensors to the main system in his head.  With a small tweak and a pull, she loosens the offending pieces and carefully re-routes them to their desired ports.  He sighs gratefully, closing one fist slowly to test the work she has performed.  It is a success.

His arms close around her, one hand rising to thread through her hair, the other to her thigh.  She moves a small amount, but it's enough.  He feels her hands (now bare once more) close the latch, a little click sounding from the catch.  They travel up and thread through his hair as he has done in her's.  She's leaning closer and he looks up to her.  Gently she presses a kiss to his mouth, and now that his sensors are working again, he can appreciate the feeling for what it is.

The human population, in general, has stated that A.I.s can not feel emotion.  Two years ago, his programming would have demanded he agree.  But two years ago, he had not had the pleasure of being in the company of one Kagome Higurashi, a young woman with no prospects of a better life than to be a repair worker.  One too many battles fought had brought him to her workshop.  And several visits piled on each other brought a new light to his perspective of the world.  She had never treated him as anything other than a person.  A real person.  And as the visits became more frequent, (he would find a way to justify it as something logical) he stopped fighting himself.  He stopped agreeing with the human population in general.  He became obsolete to them for his desire and need to see her safe and free from harm.  After a while, he just stopped leaving.

Now, he stays with her, wherever she goes.  He's met her family.  She's met his previous owner's maid A.I., a little girl-droid by the name of R.I.N. (who has also been found obsolete, and now resides with Kagome and S.E.S.S.).

And now, he's about to reward his young woman for the wonderful work she's done.