"Data," she murmurs. "I've known plenty of biological beings less human than you are. Don't argue the point. You...don't want to know."
She's not commenting on the emotional bond. He had her mind in overload at, "typically," and emotions are not her area either.
A memory surfaces from that night. The physicality was not her best - being both drunk and surprised. Data chattered away asking for preferences, which she tried shutting up with kisses that ended in drunken giggles while she still tried playing - badly - the role of dominant and knowing seductress. Still, none of her other partners had ever cared or asked about what she wanted. It was novel to say the least.
The drunken joke he'd managed about "turning him on," after the panic of having a denser-than-you'd-think android fall over her body was, even with all the guilt and confusion, something that still managed to be painfully funny in her memory. She'll take the memory of Data's possibly first under-analyzed smile at her riotous and relieved laughter to her grave - now, maybe, without overwhelming guilt.
"Yes," Tasha's lips twitch and form into a bashful smile. His hand gets a quick squeeze. "I think it is. What did you want to find out about?" She's not sure if she's hoping for something mundane or something impossible.
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She's not commenting on the emotional bond. He had her mind in overload at, "typically," and emotions are not her area either.
A memory surfaces from that night. The physicality was not her best - being both drunk and surprised. Data chattered away asking for preferences, which she tried shutting up with kisses that ended in drunken giggles while she still tried playing - badly - the role of dominant and knowing seductress. Still, none of her other partners had ever cared or asked about what she wanted. It was novel to say the least.
The drunken joke he'd managed about "turning him on," after the panic of having a denser-than-you'd-think android fall over her body was, even with all the guilt and confusion, something that still managed to be painfully funny in her memory. She'll take the memory of Data's possibly first under-analyzed smile at her riotous and relieved laughter to her grave - now, maybe, without overwhelming guilt.
"Yes," Tasha's lips twitch and form into a bashful smile. His hand gets a quick squeeze. "I think it is. What did you want to find out about?" She's not sure if she's hoping for something mundane or something impossible.