Paladin Danse

Your bodies were tangled under a spread of musty sheets, using each other as a main heat source - you were fast asleep. Danse looked at your body, shimmering from the radiating moonlight that gleamed down through the cracks of whatever shelter you sought for the night. All you wore was a thin tank top, matching a poorly sewn pair of underwear. His fingertips carefully came to the curve of your waist, feeling the softness of your bare skin. Synths could be like a human, but not in all the ways - His looked human, but his skin had a rubberized feeling. His rough fingertips rolled down your body and to your hips. He memorized how the bone fit in between his thumb and palm; almost like a puzzle. Danse studied how the right hip bone was more prominent than the left, jutting out farther, especially since you currently laid on your side. His hand then crawled to your stomach, enjoying how it felt on his skin. He didn't care how you felt about your belly, he loved the feeling. Being a synth made it more possible for him to love how human you were, how you weren't what all the pre-war magazines showed. His hand would rest around the pudge of your lower tummy before moving up to your chest. He soon met your ribcage. The entire chest had so many precious organs, how could they all be protected with such frail bones? He was a lot more durable than humans, he came to realize. The Paladin's fingertip grazed up over your ribs, tracing the shape of them all the way up to the spot in-between your cage. He felt how there was a deep divot in the middle of your chest, touching against the bottom of your sternum. Danse was quick to realize how close he was to your breast muscles and shot his hand away from your body, rotating onto his back against the bed. You woke up to his sudden movement in the bed, curious why he moved. "Danse...is something wrong?" He shook his head, a faint heat rushing across his cheekbones, "N-nothing. I'm sorry for waking you."