Alyss was far too encouraging, only prompting the kisses and caresses to continue with those soft, inviting noises, the grasping hands against his back, her all too straightforward words.

All his. His girlfriend. His lady. His love. How long had it been since Rabbit had something significant and all to his own like this? Relationships had always been shaky and full of doubt for the robots, but Alyss made it all easy. Too easy, he thought sometimes. But his inhumanness meant nothing to her. He was just as much a man and individual as his father was.

…This was not exactly what Rabbit had been expecting to have happen when he'd rolled out of bed this morning, thinking a nice walk to the duck pond would end up being his most exciting thing on his agenda.

Boy, was he wrong.

At her urging, Rabbit swooped in for another kiss, slower this time, gloved fingers still dancing across her skin, nowhere they shouldn't be (not in public), but really, with the way she seemed to be enjoying herself and the way his heated up boiler was making him feel, who knew how much longer that would last. And at least he could recognize that.

Another brush of his lips on hers, purposely puffing a steamy breath at her nose, fingers on her cheek. "H-h-hey, Alice?"