This has been going on for a while, now.

That time, I woke up, and I didn't hear her playing… The first thing I did, of course is look at the clock on my nightstand. The breath I had been holding escaped me, realizing that it'd been just another one of my "miracle" mornings. I had approximately ten minutes until she began her song. That left me ten minutes to muse upon whatever entered my head.

…And it's no surprise. She just happened to be the first thing. Lately, I had been considering my thoughts on her as my guiltiest of pleasures. Perhaps I'm a little over-indulgent, but I'm only human. I can't negotiate with myself. Anyways-

A few days before that, I had this really strange epiphany.

It just kind of happened. I was out on business, and I happened to run into an acquaintance. He hadn't seen her in a while, so he asked how she'd been doing. A few hours after we finished our little exchange, I realized that all this time, I've been referring to that silly android as a 'she' or 'her'. It's just that she's so much like a girl. Plus, everyone else addresses her as such, so it's not like I can really help it.

Not to mention it'd be a really big insult to her if I started making her sound like any other home appliance. Calling her 'it' wouldn't be the least bit flattering. Then again, she is supposed to be an appliance. Treating her as such would make me feel like she's my slave, and that's a pretty dirty feeling.

I looked at the clock again. Two more minutes. She should have been dressed by that point, making her way to the piano foyer from her room. Come to think of it- I didn't think I'd visited her room in a while. I wondered what it looked like since she's made herself a resident here. Then again, reason told me that she'd probably left it just the way it was before. That's kind of a disappointing thought, since I thought I'd have liked to go in there to see what her personal touch has done… Maybe I'd see if she really is humanlike inside as well as out.

Alright, I'll admit that even I can be a little crazy sometimes. It's just so hard to try and go against myself when the circumstances are this important. I'd already admitted to myself how much I need her here with me. I had decided a while ago that I wouldn't bother to wrestle with my emotions anymore. What's more, I felt like a complete ass for realizing all of this so late in the game. Especially with all of Norman's not-so-subtle teasing hints.

The air felt a lot thinner when I realized that she was late to the piano. Panicked questions flooded my mind as I leapt from my bed. Was there something wrong? She could have over exerted herself and blown a fuse last night… Or worse. I ground my teeth when I envisioned Beck's stupid shit-eating grin, his triumph over me all because I had to stay in bed a few moments longer.

The hallway felt a lot longer, and in my unusually aggressive state, I could sense everything around me. The wood underneath my bare feet made a dull slapping noise as I tore into the foyer. I could hear myself breathing in my head. The cavernous quality of the room chilled me with the morning air, and a lock of my hair was itching my nose. This was of the least importance though.

There she stood. Her back was against the piano, and she looked as if she had been there just waiting.

I'm not proud to say that something inside of me overtook me- Yes, that would include my rationality and conscience. Even so, the next events to unfold will always be with me. I'm not the biggest romantic, but that moment was so achingly sweet…

Relief clouded my exhausted senses, and I rushed forward and took her in my arms. For the amount of times I'd carried her (or at least tried), never had she felt so light. She didn't seem to react, but as I said before, I wasn't completely there either. The next thing I knew, I had pinned her to the piano with close proximity, my mouth on hers. I locked everything about her away in my memory… The way her hand felt when I closed it in mine, the way her face and hair felt as I slid my fingers through it… I even made a mental note to buy her better clothing, when the stiff fabric of her usual black dress touched my skin.

Everything else is lost to me. Yet she was so clear. Her reaction to me only made it more difficult to break myself away from that dizzying feeling of being completely lost to her charms.

It was too soon when I broke away, my breath ragged. Her face looked startlingly human as she smiled at me. Before that, I believed that winning a smile from her was impossible. Now, it's a more often occurrence, though she only lets me see. I stepped away from her so that she could stand straight, my eyes never leaving her face.

"Dorothy, I-"

The sudden gesture of her fingers lacing with mine silenced me as she led me around the piano to the bench. I was completely confused when she pushed me to sit down. Disappointment and doubt took me when she dropped my hand to go for the smooth keys in front of us, but then she started playing a song I'd never heard before.

Minutes stretched, flooded by the soft sound of her music echoing off the walls of the room. When she finally did speak, it was without eye contact. Was it even possible for her to feel bashful?

"I made this for you, Roger Smith," She murmured, voice monotone. "Since I wasn't created to express myself very well."

I could have said anything. Instead, I scooted closer to her and wrapped an arm around her waist. I looked on, almost dazed by the hypnotizing motion of her pale fingers trailing across the keys. It was a love song. Definitely.

"…Don't worry about it. I wasn't, either."

I've never been so happy to break rule or tradition.

FIN.

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