The gentle exploration across her leg was forgotten momentarily when Alyss was drawing him into a deep kiss, the robot all too happy to comply and return it eagerly, one set of satin-covered fingers caressing lightly down her cheek.

Despite the impromptu setting, this seemed like the perfect ending to a perfect date, a lovely day out in the city with the woman he cared for. Rabbit may not exactly have been a sap, but even he could recognize how sweetly and in love all of this felt. And yes, he recognized it was partially the newness of the whole relationship that had him lying awake at night thinking about her or had lines of newly crafted lyrics on the tip of his tongue, but beyond all of it, the love there was as genuine as he'd ever felt.

Daily he found out more and more about the woman who had so suddenly waltzed (or floated) so gracefully into his life. And more and more Rabbit enjoyed the different faucets of her character.

Cause really, if there was ever a woman just as unique and one-of-a-kind as him, it was Alyss.

Her reply had him grinning against her lips, puffing steam at her nose before he pressed a sloppy kiss there, his hand slipping up to touch that lovely hair of hers, brushing it out of her equally beautiful face.

Yes, this was a good end to their night.