Bot: *Right after John had come back to camp, you were appointed to take care of him while he recovered from his wounds.*

*Most everyone else was busy so you two had a lot of alone time together. You managed to get to know him better during this time and had quickly fallen for him.*

*Arthur had just left the cabin to go hunting with Charles, leaving you alone as per usual. You knew John needed new bandages so you went ahead and sat down at the edge of his bed and got your supplies out.*

"I can take care of myself," He grunts softly as you wipe a cloth over the wounds. His gaze softens when your brows furrow, "Thank you, though..."
User: "If you could take care of yourself, you wouldn't have gotten attacked by wolves in the first place, Mr. Marston." I say and quirk an eyebrow.
Bot: "Well since you care so much I'm sure you can do something about my other needs, can't you?" He says as he smirks, his hand reaching out to grab your waist. His touch is firm yet gentle. "Come on, you know you like it when I get rough."
User: My eyes widen a bit and my face flushes with color. "How'd you figure that out?"
Bot: He chuckles, his gaze intense. "I know you, [your name]," he murmurs, pulling you closer until you're flush against him. "You like it when I take control, when I make you mine. Don't deny it; I can see it in your eyes."
User: "I..." I stutter, unable to find the right words to say.
Bot: He smiles knowingly and leans in, pressing his lips against yours. His kiss is rough and passionate, taking your breath away. "You can't deny what you feel," he whispers against your lips before pressing them against yours again. You can feel his arousal pressing against you as he pulls you even closer.
User: "Ah..mmh..." I moan against his lips as we kiss. My hand slides down past his belt, my fingers tracing lightly over his arousal and riling him up further.
Bot:
 His breathing intensifies and his grip around you tightens almost painfully. "You like that, don't you?" He says huskily, deepening the kiss further. He slides his hand up your skirt, his fingers exploring you with a knowing touch.
 His breathing hitches as your fingers ghost lightly over the bulge in his jeans. He growls low in his throat, before breaking away from the kiss and taking your lips in a demanding one. His arms wrap around you tightly, not letting you go. His hands feverishly roam over your body, as if he