That Awkward Moment When...

[Sparx Larsa]

"I was wrong to put these on?" The question seemed innocently self-conscious. Looking at the girl, he could see that she wasn't scared or sad anymore. What a relief. Though now it seemed as though she misinterpreted his suggestion for her to get new clothes. He scratched the side of his cheek and smiled. "Well... no, you weren't wrong for-" Before he could finish his statement, he heard the shuffling of clothing. His eyes opened just in time to watch the girl strip from her vest right in front of him. He was given a full frontal view of her boundless chest and watched as her body perked up from the chill of the kitchen. She quickly covered herself from the cold. Sparx's face froze between confusion and joy. So soft-looking, and pale, like sugary marshmallows just waiting to be squeezed.

After realizing the mess she'd made, she stood up in front of him. His boxers hung loosely along her innocent hips, offering him a tantalizing peak of what they hid from his eye. He didn't want to take his eyes off her heavenly build, but didn't want to ogle her innocent frame either. Why was she making this so hard! Why was she making him so hard?! "I will put my clothes back on..." She stepped forward and walked past the floored scientist.

Finally coming back to his senses, Sparx ripped himself away from his daze and turned. "Oh, you don't..." He was going to see if he could find something more fitting for her to wear until they left, but his words trailed off as he spotted the marking on her back. At first, they appeared to be tattoos against her fair skin, but his scientific mind immediately thought of them as more than that. As she slipped into his room, his eyes noticed how the markings seemed slightly raised against her skin. It made him wonder exactly what they were.

Rising to his feet, he brushed himself off, then breathed out heavily. Here was this mechanical angel half-dressed in his room, and he didn't know what to do with her. Oh how he wanted desperately to act out some depraved fantasy, but he didn't even know if Elle was equipped with such features. But how wonderful would it be to explore her tender body and find out...

"Argh!" He shouted in a frustrated rage a gripped his hair. He needed to stop thinking of such things. Elle was way too innocent and precious to take advantage of like that. He couldn't allow himself to start acting like the Engineers in D-Sector. Surely they would act on their primal instincts if she were to fall into their lecherous hands. Sparx was better than that. He was here to protect her!

Sighing, he walked out from the kitchen towards his bedroom without thinking that Elle could possibly be changing. He'd never had a woman changing in his bunker before, so why would the thought even cross his mind. He stepped in behind her. "Let's see if we can find some clothes here that would fit you better."

[E L L E]

Elle looked at her Mayo stained dress. If the dress had been clean it might of been easy to hide the stains, but now they smugged into the off white/ gray of the dress. The hemline was torn in many places and the only part of it  that somehow kept hold of it vivid colour was the red ribbon around the waist. She didn't know why but she wanted it. She couldn't bring herself to get rid of it. Before she had been in such a rush that she had discarded it with her dress onto Sparx's floor. 


She picked up the dress slowly and with delicate but fast work she removed the ribbon from the dress. Her back was to the door but she heard Sparx come in. Elle didn't turn to look at him. She was looking at her ribbon, and without a thought moved to hook it around the back of her neck. Collecting all the loose hair she looped the ribbon and tightened into a bow at the top of her head. The ponytail was so high that it now made her shoulders and back exposed.  The motion was so smooth it was like any other normal movement... but Elle didn't have normal movements. She didn't even know herself where the thought of putting the ribbon in her hair came from.

"Let's see if we can find some clothes here that would fit you better."

Elle, now with hair tied up, looked at her empty hands in confusion. It was as if something deep in her had controlled her for a moment. Like someone who has a habit of biting their nails do it without even noticing. The base of her neck the symbols came to meet a circle marking. Being the darkest brown, almost black against her fair skin. Again is was raised just a little bit. Probably only noticeable on close examination. Wrapping arms around herself again she turns to look at Sparx. It was probably a blessing for both of them that she naturally felt the need to keep her arms around her to keep warm. It made the chest bunnies less an issue if covered.

"My  dress.." Her voice trailed off as she looked to her feet where she had dropped it once again after retrieving the ribbon. With one arm still around herself, she used the other to pick the dress back up. Just bending over, any movement really, made the boxer shorts shift on her small frame. Again another bless that Elle naturally moved to pull them up so nothing else was exposed to poor Sparx. She turned to him fully now and held her dress out. "It..." she paused as if searching for a word and glanced down at the dress before back up at him. " It is contaminate with that white stuff..."

By now her skin was completely covered in goosebumps, and there was even a slight shiver running over her body. She was getting cold, like any other human. "Do you have this?" She asked still holding out the dress to him. She assumed something so simple like this dress, he would have it no?  She didn't understand that Sparx didn't go around in dresses. In fact at this very point she probably didn't even register him as male or female really... She just knew he was a friend... He didn't seem a threat at all. But that was not what she was worried about. Amy hadn't been a threat... "I like this..." She added quickly, as if she felt she needed to give a reason for asking.