Can we some some nice fluff (maybe with a dash of angst) with a romantic “private security”? (That was Host/Bing, correct?)
not gonna lie. I enjoyed this. It may be a bit shit though, so i apologize.
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He’d been spending more time between the stacks lately.
The Host could hear him, could hear the mechanical whirring of his core, so different from a heartbeat. Could hear the faint clicking of his joints as he moved, as he pulled one book from the shelf, then another.
It puzzled him- but only for a brief moment, before images flooded his mind and words sprang to his lips, interrupting his recording but telling him what he needed to know- why an android like Bing would need to visit the library when he already had near-constant access to the Internet.
But once he knew, it still didn’t make any sense. Why would Bing have romantic feelings towards him?
The Host didn’t have to strain to hear him now, pulling a book from its designated place on the shelf. Didn’t have to focus to detect the slight acceleration of Bing’s core when his eyes found the Host through the gap in the books.
The Host never did anything about it, though. Never acknowledged Bing’s presence in the hopes that Bing would someday realize that the Host had nothing to offer him. Nothing but old blood and whispered words and musty, dusty books.
So he wasn’t sure why today was different. Why today he found himself removing his headphones, switching off his recording equipment, pushing up from his chair, and letting his narrations lead him to Bing.
—
He scanned the cover of the book- one he had no interest in whatsoever- for less than a second. By the time he looked back up, through the gap, the Host had disappeared. His headphones lay, abandoned, on his desk next to his radio.
Bing quickly slid the book back onto the shelf, torn between fleeing and waiting. Panic raced through his systems.
What if the Host finally kicked him out? What if he was irritated that Bing was trespassing in his beloved library?
What if he knew how Bing felt about him?
“The Host knows.”
Bing whirled, gave a surprised yelp, and saw the Host, standing a mere foot away from him.
His lips- lips Bing could barely drag his eyes away from, they were so pretty, he wanted to kiss them- pulled into a frown and his hands were folded behind his back. “The Host knows of Bing’s feelings.”
“You- you do?” It came out a squeak. “I-”
“The Host does not have much to give Bing.” The Host’s face tilted down toward the floor. His frown deepened. Then his head bobbed back up. “Bing’s efforts are best directed elsewhere.”
“I don’t care!” Bing burst out. “I don’t care about that, about what you have ‘to give me,’ or whatever. I care about you. I love listening to you talk and I love your podcasts and I love-”
He glanced down, cheeks flaming orange. “I love you.”
There was a long, tense pause, permeated only by the Host’s soft muttering. Bing cringed inwardly. The Host surely hated him now. Would probably tell him to get out, to never come back.
Finally, the Host said, “is this the part where we kiss?”
“I- yeah, dude, if you want. I’d- I’d like that.” Bing looked up to find that the Host was suddenly a lot closer to him, leaning in, hands coming up to cup the android’s face, pressing his lips to Bing’s.
His lips were just as soft as Bing had imagined them to be.