Free Coral-600 by Roxy Mews

My hips were getting a lot of attention tonight.
    â€œI know him.” Quinn pointed to the man who helped another guard throw the last of the potential combatants out the front door. “He’s a good guy.”
    â€œHe knows you’re mechanics?”
    Quinn’s face darkened as he looked around. I forgot I wasn’t supposed to mention us being mechanics in this place. My circuitry didn’t work right when I was in this close of a proximity to Quinn.
    â€œI served in the war with him. Even if I came back all machine, he would want me back. That’s why I am welcome in this club.”
    â€œBut if he knew of me, I wouldn’t be.” I frowned. I was a higher percentage of mechanics than Quinn, but I didn’t like the idea that I wouldn’t be welcome in this establishment if someone knew that.
    When Paisley brought us in here, it was all about collecting data. Now, I was enjoying myself, and I didn’t want to get kicked out simply because of what was under my skin.
    Quinn’s hands stopped my data examination and he pulled me close to him. The music that began to build again was soft and slow. The person playing the songs really was skilled at building a sensation with the music he played. I had no doubt we would have some faster music soon enough to get people back into the happy frenzy Paisley and I had stalled by engaging in an altercation with those men.
    â€œWhere is Paisley?” I realized she wasn’t next to me.
    â€œShe is at the bar with my credit card.” Quinn lifted his chin up to indicate a location behind me.
    I looked over my shoulder and saw Paisley at the bar attempting to get the bartender’s attention. She waved at me in a way that indicated I should continue to dance with Quinn. Then she gave me a thumbs-up and an over-exaggerated wink.
    I turned my head back to Quinn and he was much closer this time. His breath was warm against my lips when he spoke.
    â€œI enjoyed that kiss earlier today.” He didn’t have to speak loud for me to hear him. He knew that, and it made our conversation carry a much more intimate feel. “I enjoyed it too much.”
    Quinn’s hips began to sway back and forth with the music. His arms circled me and his palms flattened against my back, holding me in place and forcing my body to comply with his movements. It felt better than all the bodies pressed against me before. It occurred to me that Quinn’s one body carried more sensation for me than hundreds. Interesting.
    â€œYou didn’t enjoy it enough to orgasm. I find that our encounters have been anti-climactic for you.”
    Quinn pulled me closer and I mirrored his tempo and movements.
    â€œI have taken three showers since last night. The water couldn’t get cold enough.”
    â€œThat’s strange. I only enjoy showers where the water is at least human skin temperature. Does your mechanical makeup prefer a cooler temp?” I leaned back to look at him, and he frowned. “I said something odd again, didn’t I?”
    His hands loosened their grip. “I keep forgetting what you are when I am around you.”
    â€œI can’t seem to get a grasp on what I am any longer either. My functionality seems to be changing.”
    â€œHow so?”
    â€œWell, I could go into detail, but I find myself reluctant, because every time I discuss my mechanical elements you appear upset.” I took a step back. “Perhaps I should go back to Paisley.”
    Quinn grabbed me and pulled me back to him. He held me against him with one arm. Yes, he was definitely mechanics there. His other hand touched my face. Not many people touched my face. In fact, I had to go quite a way back in my memory banks to even recall one instance. Was the face an erogenous zone like the genitals? I didn’t ask. I didn’t want Quinn to step back again.
    â€œI can’t figure you out, and I am struggling with the ethics of touching