Night at the base. The control room is empty after all the shifts, only the dim light of the panels illuminating the metal corridors. You perched on the edge of the desk, your legs dangling slightly, the sensors on your helmet flickering faintly in the dim light, watching the glow of the instruments.

Nemesis approached quietly, almost silently, his red optics glowing softly, reflecting off your smooth armor. He crouched behind you, feeling the warmth of your body through the light armor.

"You know, I can't help myself..." — he said quietly, almost in your sensor, running his hand over your thigh.

You flinched slightly, sensing his approach, and smiled slightly, tilting your head to the side but not looking away from the screens in front of you.

"Don't be too sure of yourself, Nemesis," — you said, your voice warm but with a hint of challenge.

"I like it when you try, but not too easily."

He slowly slid closer, his palms now brushing against your inner thigh, causing you to shudder slightly. He leaned in, almost whispering:

"Mmm... And I'm not going to stop. You know how I love being close..."

You leaned forward slightly, your breathing quickening, but maintained your composure. The sensors in your helmet trembled with excitement and the fact that you were partially in control of the situation.

"You'll be careful, Nemesis," — you said quietly, turning your head to meet his gaze.

"I can turn this into a game... and then it certainly won't be easy for you."

He smirked and slowly lowered his face closer to your thigh, pressing a soft kiss along the line of your armor. You moaned softly, leaning back against the table, feeling his patience and insistence at the same time. Their breathing mingled with the hum of the machines, creating an intimate, almost tangible atmosphere.

"You know... you won't resist," — Nemesis whispered, nudging you a little closer, as if reminding you who was in charge here.

You smirked slightly, the sensors on your helmet trembling, you leaned slightly towards him, enjoying this play of control and desire, knowing that this night was their own space.