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Take Your Time [Maybe]

Pairing: Bender Rodríguez/Original Character

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2,590

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57895843

Summary + text under the cut.

Mouthplates crashed into each other, sparks flying, hands searching every inch of the other’s body, heat burning up their digits but neither of them caring enough to stop. This evening had escalated way quicker than either of them thought it would. …

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Lucy: https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/cliveisawesome223/lucy-ref-sheets

Fry and Leela had gone out on a date. Or a vacation. Or camping. Or something. Whatever. Neither Bender nor Lucy knew what the hell the meatbags were up to and neither really cared. What they did care about was that they now had the apartment to themselves…

“…I feel like we should be doin’ something.”

“Like what?” Bender reponds, not looking up from his colouring book.

“I dunno.” Lucy shurgs, leaning back against the living room wall. “I mean, like, how often do we get the place to ourselves?”

“Rarely. Those meatbags never freakin’ go anywhere.” He snarks while filling in a bunny rabbit with bright purple crayon.

“Right?! So, like, I dunno… I’m trying to think of somethin’ to do that, like, we wouldn’t wanna do while they’re here, y’know…?” They rest an elbow on their knee and hold their chin, tapping it thoughtfully.

“Hmm…” He stands up and crosses his arms. “Cabbage fight?”

“Nah, I don’t feel like cleaning up the apartment.”

“Yeah, me neither...” A soft tink sound repeats as he taps his arm. “What the hell do meatbags do when they’re home alone?”

“I dunno. Don’t they usually invite a buncha people over and have parties or somethin’?”

“Do you think Fry and Leela would notice if we invited a buncha hookers over?”

“…Probably.”

“Yeah…” A silence stretches over them, save for Bender’s tapping, but he suddenly stops, seemingly having thought of something, before abruptly swiveling his head away.

“…Yes?” Lucy smirks. For someone so closed off, Bender is really easy to read. He makes a dismissive grunt.

“Bender,” They sing in a soft tone that they know gets to him, and he finally relents, groaning dramatically.

“Awright, fine! I’ll tell ya! Jus’…” He shifts uncomfortably, unable to meet their eyes. “Don’t get mad…?” He feels pressure on his hand, and he turns around, seeing that Lucy’s holding it, smiling up at him.

“Really, it’s okay! …Besides, I’m all curious now.”

Bender sighs, quiet for a moment. “…Do you wanna bone?”

Their optics widen. That was a surprisingly blunt answer with how shy he seemed about it. Maybe he’d planned it that way, that certainly wouldn’t surprise them… but regardless, now they had something to ruminate on. Do they really wanna do this?

“Uhm, yeah?” They answer like it’s a no-brainer. “I’m honestly surprised you hadn’t asked me sooner.”

He makes a choked off noise. “Well-!” Defensive, arms crossed, he opts to turn and start walking to the bedroom – footsteps maybe a tad more forceful than they needed to be - to avoid having to look at Lucy, who follows him closely behind. “It’s- you’re different, y’know?”

They quirk an eye at him. “How so?”

Bender groans, turning to look at them. “Why do ya always make me explain my feelings ‘n junk?!”

They giggle, slowly approaching him. “I like watching you squirm. But…” They push him onto the bed, the bed squeaking under their weight while they feel up his chest. “I also like learning more about you, too…”

Bender breathes. “This is exactly what I was talkin’ about,” He husks, bringing his hands up to play with their hair before letting them rest on their cheeks. “You’re special to me. That’s why it’s different.”

A thick cloud of steam hushes from Lucy’s neck, a harsh blush quickly covering their face. They shakily dance their fingers over his hand. “Th-thanks…”

He chuckles at them. “God, yer a fuckin’ dork…” Slowly, his other hand creeps up their head, almost reaching the base of their antenna before they grab his arm, stopping him in his tracks. A confused noise rings from his voice box, and he’s worried he’s done something wrong before looking down and seeing that they’re smirking at him.

“Slow down a little, bud.”

Bender whines in annoyance, letting his arm fall to his side as he rolls his optics. “Do ya even wanna do this?”

“Of course I do. We just don’t have to go so fast. The humans won’t be home for a while, we might as well make the most of it…” They rub slow, gentle circles into his chest with their thumbs, Bender relaxing under their touch with a sigh. “Just lemme take the lead, yeah?”

Bender is eerily quiet when he would usually have some kind of snarky response. They stall to look up at him, concerned, but he quickly reassures them.

“I- I’m fine. Just never had anyone say anything like that to me before, I guess.”

They’re taken aback. “Wait, you mean you’ve never…?”

“Ya don’t have to rub it in…”

“That’s not what I meant.” They hesitate for a moment, before crawling over him to hold his chin with their fingertips. “I just don’t know…how anyone can see a robot as beautiful as you and not wanna ruin them…”

“Lucy…!” Bender squeaks. They feel metal immediately heat up under their hand, steam billowing from his neck. He has to check his systems to make sure he hasn’t short circuited from that. This heat - this tension – this friction - is getting to be way too much to bear. He grabs their upper arms and pulls them forward, electricity sparking from where their mouth plates meet.

Lucy makes a surprised noise before sighing into it happily, gripping the back of his head. The warmth that emanates from his face tickles their cheeks and they giggle, pulling away. “You’re wonderful,”

His cooling fans are going off at full force by this point. He’s about to tell Lucy to hurry it up, but, if he was being honest, if he would keep getting praised like this, he wouldn’t mind waiting a little longer… even so, if he himself wasn’t going to beg, then his body would do the talking for him.

Lucy’s hands manage to find their way to his chest again, and he can’t resist pushing up into the feeling a little, holding up his weight with his arms. “Ngh…”

They chuckle softly. “Impatient?”

He rolls his eyes. “M-More like, feelin’ the effects of bein’ teased for twenty minutes.”

“A.K.A, impatient.” Lucy opens their chest compartment. “But that’s okay, we can start now…”

“Finally,” Bender sighs, before something strange catches his eye. “Hey, wait, what’s that?” He points to a device nestled in their chest plate.

They beam, like maybe they were secretly hoping he would ask about it. “Oh, it’s an adapter I made myself!” They detach it and hold it up with pride. “See – y’know how I’m a prototype ‘n stuff?”

Bender just stares blankly at them. They’ve explained this before, but Bender wasn’t a very good listener, they found. “-Anyways. Because of that all my ports and wires and junk are either proprietary or for real basic stuff. So, like, with this, I can plug the wires corresponding to my nervous system into it, and it translates it to an interface cord and port!”

“…Cool.” He tries to act nonchalantly, but this was insane? When he’d asked them to fuck, he didn’t expect them to freakin’ interface. This was way more intimate than just a casual screw – they both tacitly understood this, even if Lucy seemed a bit too relaxed about it – and all this sickening lovey-dovey stuff they were saying to him only made him feel more exposed. With this, they’d be able to fully control what the other felt with their individual waves of electricity, as well as allow for reading each other’s thoughts and emotions… the vulnerability of it all terrifies him, but… maybe he’ll be okay? Maybe he’ll trust them enough to be gentle with him. He can’t remember the last time he’s trusted someone like that, now that he’s thinking about it.

Lucy’s staring at him and Bender realizes he’s been spacing out, so he tries to redirect their attention. “…You made this all yourself?”

“Mhm!”

“…So, would it be a stretch to guess that you did this all for me?” It takes a moment for that to process but when it does Lucy immediately flushes, trying to avoid looking at Bender while he cackles at them. They’ve been caught.

“Uhm…!” They struggle to think of a way out of this, maybe a clever lie, but nothing comes to mind. “Mmmaybe. Maybe.”

Bender’s laughing dies down and he reaches up to move their hair out of their face with the back of his hand. “I guess we’ve both been wantin’ this for a long time, huh…?”

They smile at him. “Yeah…” They shift, putting their adapter back in place and pulling out the interface wire. “Guess we better not waste any time, then?”

“Ah, now you’re speakin’ my language.” Bender fishes his own wire out of his chest plate, digits trembling. No turnin’ back now. Holding their connectors flush against each other’s ports, they slowly push them in. As soon as they click Bender stiffens while Lucy nearly collapses on top of him, having to hold onto his shoulder for support.

“Shit! I- ah… I can feel you.” Bender holds onto their upper back, squirming to get more comfortable.

“Yeah…same…” They whisper, trying to focus on conducting their electricity. But he worries if that meant he’s disappointed them, or he isn’t what they wanted, or his true self freaks them out, or-

“Bender, it’s okay.” They quickly reassure him, already one step ahead. They let their current run through his shoulders, down his arms, stopping at his hands, almost like they’re holding them. “’M just quiet, I’m sorry…”

“…Don’t apologize,” He mutters. Their legs shake as Bender pushes his electricity down to their thighs, breath hitching a little. “We’d probably annoy the shit out of the neighbours if we were both yappers.”

“Hhehe, yeah…” They work their way down the sides of his torso, and he gasps, twitching, the sensation prickly and ticklish. Noticing this, Lucy grins, Bender starting to feel slightly intimidated. “Oh…?”

“Ah…ha, Luce-“ Without warning they conduct their energy to the surface of his belly, and he yelps, trying and failing to squirm away from the feeling thanks to Lucy pinning him down. His voice falters into glitchy giggles – the sensation isn’t too rough, but it’s enough to make him tremble and struggle to catch his voice.

That is, until Lucy pushes deeper, lighting up the wires inside his chest compartment as he thrusts his torso up. “H-ah-!” Sparks flash from the sockets they feed into. “I- ah! Luce- fffuck!”

They giggle mischievously. “You know, I think you’re loud enough for the both of us…”

Bender’s foot cups dig into the bed sheets, he can’t believe they made him melt in their hands so easily... they have a way of working him up like that, he supposes.

“Ff…fuck off.” He concentrates his electricity to their crotch, and they jump.

“Hh-hhah…” They moan out, Bender chuckling.

“Not so quiet now, eh?”

They huff, trying to keep up with their overworking gears. “I…I can do you one better.”

Bender can’t even get a confused noise out before they send a short burst directly to his CPU. He bucks reflexively under them, a glitched noise ringing from his voice module. He’s left gasping, scratching at Lucy’s back with his fingertips and trying to find his bearings.

“Wh…w-what the hell was that?”

“Hehehe,” They do it again and he stiffens, a choked whine escaping while he roughly grasps onto their arms to steady himself. “Of course I know all the sensitive spots, I’m a mechanic, after all…”

This was ridiculous. There was no reason this freak should be bringing him up to such an intense overload. He doesn’t even know how the hell they knew where his CPU was, unless they had read his manual… then it hits him. They did. They did all this for him. They’d studied up, built an entire machine, just so they could interface. His systems stutter, the edges of his vision blur, he’s never felt so cared for like this, he couldn’t believe they were only out to please him, because they loved him so much… it was overwhelming and flustering as hell but damn did it make him feel all fuzzy inside.

He realizes something else, too. He knows all this because he can hear Lucy’s thoughts now. They’re practically buried in his chest now, having lost the strength to hold themselves up a while ago. Waves of adoration and affection fell into Bender’s consciousness and, tentatively, he raises his hand up to pet their head before closing his visor. It was too static-y to see out of at this point, anyways.

>Luce, I… ah…

>Shh, I’m here…

>…It’s so much…

Lucy’s current practically consumes Bender, impossible amounts of static flowed through the two. It’s as like his whole body is held tight by their very soul. All the sickly sweet stuff running through their head clouds up his own thoughts.

>I love you, Bender…

>Bender, you’re lovely…

>I’ll love you forever and ever, no matter what…

God, why did they have to like him so much?

And why did he have to like them even more?!

Tears fill his optics. Despite how rigid their body feels, Lucy manages to work their digits around the back of his head, petting him gently.

>God, Luce, you…

He trembles.

>Yer too nice for me.

>Don’t say that…

Carefully, they lift their head up and kiss his mouth plate, the ramped up electricity causing a pulse that runs through his whole body, making him moan.

>You’re Bender, and that’s exactly who I want…

Bender makes a noise at that. God, this was getting way too intense, both physically and emotionally.

>I can’t hold on m-much longer, Luce…

>You don’t have to.

Another short burst hits his CPU and it’s enough to send him careening over the edge, knees buckling and voice box going haywire as sparks fly out in all directions. The feedback hits Lucy instantly, collapsing on top of him while Bender’s electricity floods their systems and static fills their voice module. The two hold onto each other tight, arms spindling around each other’s chassis’, shivering and practically melting into the other.

>I love you…

Bender gasps and falls limp on the bed, Lucy following close after.

Bender sits up and stretches. Even though his systems registered that he’d been offline for hours now, he still feels all warm and tingly.

“Oh, you’re awake,” Was quickly followed by a beer being nudged in his direction. “I brought this. It looked like it took a lot out of you…”

Bender smiles at them and grabs the bottle from their hands, popping it open and taking slow sips. “What about you, do you needta…?”

“Nah, I’ve been sitting by the window. My battery’s charged enough.”

Sure enough, the sun was just setting, lighting up the edges of their electric blue hair and smooth chassis and Bender couldn’t help but be transfixed by it. This weird but sickeningly earnest robot had wormed their way into his heart. Normally Bender would be disgusted but he can’t help but feel… hopeful? He could let them in, could trust them, could be himself around them…

Carefully, he scoots closer to Lucy and pulls them close, giving them a small peck on the cheek.

“…Thanks, Lucy.”

They steamed wordlessly.

They were the luckiest robots in the universe.

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lefemmerougewriter · 10 days

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