Delores came in and put the coffee on the nightstand. She sat in a chair next to the bed. "Thank you." He murmured before quickly taking the coffee and chugging it.
Delores scrunched up her nose. "You're going to burn your throat!" She gasped.
After he was finished, Five smirked. "I've drank coffee much faster and hotter than that." He assured her. "Did the machine give you trouble?"
She remembered how much else happened downstairs, Five would be angry if he knew. He'll find out anyway though. "No, Allison and I were talking." She told him simply.
"Ah, about what?"
"She was concerned because you seemed angry."
Five nodded. "Interesting. I find it comical that she assumes me to be tyrannical toward you."
Delores smiled. "You were going to school me about body language." She reminded him.
He cleared his throat. "Right." He took a deep breath. There was a lump in his throat. Talking about his feelings was so uncomfortable! He sat up. "When I do this..." He began by hugging his arms around his frame, "or this..." He tightened his grip. "It means... I'm..." He choked out the last word: "uncomfortable."
"Uncomfortable how? Like horny?"
Quickly he corrected. "Quite the contrary. No. I don't do that."
"How's that? You're a human male, I heard that they were prone to—"
"We're not all the same, Delores!" He announced louder than he intended. He lowered his voice a bit. "That's like if I say that most mannequins were... blonde. You're not blonde. What does it matter if most mannequins are?"
She nodded, she understood this analogy. "Ugh, blondes they think they're so—"
"Right. So, just because I'm a man doesn't mean I have the same... urges."
"Are you sure you don't? I mean has anyone ever—?" She began while coming closer to him. His hand flew up to separate them.
"The very thought repulses me."
Delores looked surprised and then scared. "Wait. Repulsed as in sick? That means..." It was then that she realized that it was because of her that he had been acting strangely and feeling sick. She had done something. Something bad. What a terrible wife! How dare she assume such a thing! Well, she had never heard of a man being repulsed by intimacy before. Only either craving it or not caring for it. She had assumed he fell into the latter.
"Five... I am so sorry, I had no idea!" Delores exclaimed as tears came to her eyes. "You must hate me now!"
"No, no, you're fine. Please don't cry, I love you, I do. Just... If we could not engage in sexual activities, that would be my preference. I hope I haven't disappointed you."
Delores sighed. She was a little disappointed, if she was honest. She was looking forward to experiencing all the things she had heard about. However, she loved Five more than she needed any of that. She was happy just to be able to express her thoughts and feelings, engaging in conversation with him.
After a while of her not responding he sighed. He put his hand on her shoulder and looked into her eyes."Delores? You are disappointed, aren't you?" A second later he plopped back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. He put his arm over his eyes and shut them tightly. Then in a quiet voice he said "I'm really not worth all the trouble I bring."
"Five, I... I'm not disappointed, really, it's fine. It's not like I know how to do any of that anyway." She laughed.
Five turned his head to look at her. "You are a terrible liar, you know that, Delores?"
She frowned. "Yeah... But I love you."
Five's heart nearly jumped out of his chest. Hearing those words from her mouth, coming from her own consciousness was like a bright summer day. "I love you too." He couldn't stop himself from smiling. He thought for a while before clenching his jaw. His next words were possibly the most difficult ones yet. "I... understand if this isn't enough for you. If you want to... Find someone else who will satisfy your desires. Whether that's while being with me or if you want to leave me... I get it."
"I'm not leaving you!" She said. "You're really alright with me hooking up with other guys?"
He blinked rapidly before smiling that fake smile again. "Yeah."
"Okay..."
Then they sat in silence for a while. Almost a half an hour. Then she kissed his forehead.
"Are kisses good?"
"I think so." He stayed while furrowing his brow in thought.
Then she kissed him hard on the mouth. She straddled him and he gripped the sheets. He tapped her back three times. She kept trying to deepen the kiss, his face paled and his body stiffened. He closed his eyes tightly and pushed her away.
Struggling for breath he said "Delores..." They stared at each other for a while. Then she realized and flushed deeply.
"I'm sorry I got carried away..."
"It's alright."
"It isn't. You said that you... and then I..." She covered her face with her hands.
"Delores. I-I forgive you. Could you please get off of me?" She did so quickly, straightening her skirt. Five took a few deep breaths before standing on the bed and gently kissing her. She kissed back excitedly. They parted within a few seconds.
"There, see?" He asked. She nodded breathlessly.