Well Sort of

As I sat in my living room, trying to NOT picture Gaz's naked body in the bath, it suddenly occurred to me that it had been a LONG time. I had waited for the water to stop running before starting the wash. Didn't want to mess with the water temperature while Gaz was bathing. After that, I sat down and watched old Tom and Jerry cartoons because cartoon **** isn't sexy in the slightest. Even then, my thoughts drifted to Gaz standing there naked as a jaybird, smiling. I didn't expect her to smile much. She still might not once she gets more acclimated to living here. ...it was a nice smile.

Anyway...I suddenly realized I had been watching cartoons for over 40 minutes. A bit concerned, I stood up and went to the bathroom. Hesitantly, I reached for the knob before deciding against it. Sure, it may lead to sex...but I wasn't ready and neither was she. From what I read, robo-sluts have adaptive programming. Meaning if I just sort of...went off script, as it were, it may change Gaz. I had no intention of doing that. Well, not in that way anyhow.

So instead, I chose to knock. The effect was immediate. "Gah, FUCK! Shit, that's cold!" The sound of splash briefly drowned out the string of obscenities followed by the drain being unplugged. "You okay in there?" I asked, pretty sure I already knew what was happening.

"I fell the fuck asleep!" Gaz shouted. "Fuck, the water got cold fast..." Yeah, that's what I thought happened. Glad she didn't drown or something. ...can she drown? After making sure she was okay, I decided to turn on a space heater in the guest room. After that, I waited outside the bathroom. A couple minutes later, the door opened. Gaz's hair was puffed out, clearly unbrushed...but no longer matted down with grease and such. Her expression was a scowl...though I couldn't tell if she was just unhappy with what happened or was blaming me for the chill that was currently going through her. And I could tell she was cold. The t-shirt of mine she was borrowing did little to hide the little nubs her nipples had become. She had rolled the pantlegs of the sweatpants I gave her a couple of times so she wasn't walking on it.

"C'mon, I've got a space heater in the guest room," I told her, gesturing to the room. The instant I said "heater", she was moving toward where I was pointing. By the time I followed her, she was already squatting in front of the heater. "Yesss...heat from the gods..." she muttered, rubbing her hands and putting them in front of the slowly reddening coils. That was bizarrely creepy and adorable at the same time.

Giving her a couple of minutes to warm up, I stepped back out of the room. "Okay, Gaz. I know you had a little nap already..." Her head shot toward me, one eye glaring daggers at me. "...okay, not going to bring that up ever again. Anyway, you should get a proper night's sleep. Tomorrow, we'll go shopping for you. Your clothes will be dry by then, but you'll still need more."

Her glare ceased and I could swear the room dimmed slightly as she closed her eye, as if her anger had its own illumination. "...I...have some money so you don't need to buy everything," she said, her social awkwardness returning with the warmth. Standing up, she got into bed. "...John?"

"Yeah, Gaz?"

"...thank you. I owe you." I smiled and flicked off the light. "Good night, Gaz." Given the muffled and mumbled reply, I think she ready to fall asleep the instant her head touched the pillow. It would be a few hours before I went to bed myself, thoughts of what could happen tomorrow buzzing in my head. I was looking forward to it.