Fandom: Mega Man
(Warning: This is a lemon. Got it? There's quite a large amount of smut ahead. I tried my best on this, and I definitely tried to make it as realistic as possible. If you guys enjoy this, don't forget to request a one shot below! This story is for the lovely BoulderTheDog. The image isn't mine.
Knocking on the door, I wait quietly for my good friend to answer. Humming a soft, random tune to myself as I wait, I kneel down and pet my lovable, robotic Cocker Spaniel, (Pet's name). It's been awhile since I've seen my “friend”, TimeMan. Why do I say friend like that, you ask? Well, you see, I may or may not have a major crush on him. I mean, have you seen the guy? Those eyes, that muscles, that cute little blush of his when he's flustered...not to mention just how greatly dedicated he is to stuff, and his amazing personality, despite his flaws. Sigh…
Hearing yelling from inside, I snap out of my fantasy to look up at where his bedroom is, up on the second floor. Not registering what he had said, I push my scarf down from my mouth so my voice can clearly reach him.
“Could you possibly repeat that?! I didn't hear you!”
“I said to go home, (F/n)! This isn't a good time!” Worried and confused, I place a hand on the doorknob.
“Hey, I'm coming in, bud! If you're sick, I'm gonna take care of you!” Hearing no response, I shrug before opening the door. Stepping inside, I shut the door before unhooking (Pet's name) from the leash, letting them run around the house. Removing my heavy winter coat and scarf, I was left in a cute, low-cut (f/c) blouse and dark blue jeggings. Tugging my boots off, I leave them with my stuff and, trusting nothing will be broken, I head up to the second floor. Heading to his room, I knock on the door before entering.
“I told you to go home.”
“Hello to you too.”
“I do not have time for greetings.” He was laying in bed, a closed laptop sitting on his lap. His helmet and armor was oddly off, revealing his toned muscles and shaggy locks. His face was flushed, and his eyes were unusually dark and hazy. Blushing slightly, I mentally tell myself that he's probably come down with some sort of cold or stomach virus, and sit by him on the bed. He scoots away from me, a look of embarrassment and shame on his features. “(F/n), I am giving you a final warning. Go. Home.”
“As if, Timey. You're sick. I'm taking care of you until you're better.” Rolling his eyes, he scoffs and folds his arms across his chest, looking away.
“It's not as simple as you think. I'm not sick, like you think I am. It's something else entirely.”
“Then tell me.” He shakes his head. “Then you're not getting your laptop back.” Going to grab it from off of his lap, I'm shocked as he grabs my wrist.
“Don't you dare.” I reach for it with my free hand, but to no avail, I don't get it, for he grabs my other hand with his.
“Then I'm staying.” Growling, he suddenly pulls me close, so that we're mere inches apart, his breath fanning over mine.
“You don't understand what I have. And you'd hate me if you had to take care of it. Now g-” His breath hitched in his throat as his laptop suddenly whirred, coming out of hibernation. Staring at it with bated breath, he lets out a faint sigh, his blush worse. “Go.”
“TimeMan, I am not going anywhere until you at least tell me what's wrong.”
“You really wanna know what's wrong?! I nod, waiting impatiently. “Fine! I'm in heat! There. Now go! Shoo! I don't have time for this. You're not safe here while I'm like this.” As everything clicked in my mind, my eyes widen in shock. So, THAT'S what's wrong, huh?...Maybe… Taking a deep breath, I turn his face to mine and stare into his eyes.
