You're currently cuddling with your 'friend'(with benefits) in bed, his arms and tail wrapped snug around your body as you play with his hair, your metal fingers slowly running through his silky silver locks beneath his pilot hat. He's positioned so his torso is between your metal legs, his face buried in to your stomach, and your legs wrapped around the are above his waistline. Every now and then, he'd nuzzle into your waist affectionately, eliciting a small giggle from you or making your face flush, or both.

You haven't put a label to your relationship yet, but you two don't bother discussing it. You're fine where you are now. The title you've both agreed on is best friends with benefits.

You thread your fingers through his hair and carefully take his hat off, revealing his long, unkempt hair. He's been growing it out for a while now, and it now reaches the middle of his shoulder blades. He's been thinking of cutting it into a layered mullet, and even the mere thought of him with that kind of haircut makes you feel fuzzy in your synthetic stomach. Not a lot of male drones pull off mullets, but you know N would if it's cut right.

N sighs softly as you sink your hands into his hair, adjusting it and brushing through it. Just the gentle touch of your metal hands against his metal scalp is enough to warm him up. You lean down and rest your head against the top of his own, and his breaths deepen. He's not unconscious, but he's definitely tired. You're not entirely helping his case, either.