12 days of Xmas Meme 6 DONE

6. Cleaning Up: Brave Police J Decker – PG (DumpsonXAyako & McCraneXSeia)

Dumpson sighed. Cookie batter was by far the worst thing to ever have to clean off your armor. Having said that, it was worth being coated in the sticky gunk if it meant getting scrubbed down by Ayako. After the little incident with the stand mixer, the girls had opted to forget about making anymore baked goods.

"We've got plenty anyway!" Ayako soothed when Dumpson apologized. The two were currently in the Kitchen, Ayako using a rough dish towel and warm soapy water to get the dried cookie batter off the metallic skin of Dumpson's shoulders. Seia had managed to drag McCrane to the bathroom. "So don't worry about it."

"Still, I feel bad that I made such a mess."

"Really the only mess is what got all over you and McCrane." Ayako gave the kitchen a quick glance, seeing only a small splat or two on the counters. "Speaking of, I wonder how Seia-san is faring…"

After the stand mixer returned from lunar orbit, Seia led McCrane to Ayako's bathroom, as previously stated. She was using a rough rag and hot soapy water to clean the quickly drying batter off McCrane much like Ayako was with Dumpson. There was just one problem… "This would go faster if you would hold still." The brunette scolded, trying not to giggle.

"But, Seia-san…" McCrane all but whined. Unlike Dumpson who'd mostly gotten cookie splatter around his shoulders, back, and upper arms; McCrane had taken the majority of his hits on his chest and abdomen. Needless to say, circumstances were making it slightly more awkward to get the black-clad mech clean. "Can't I just…"

"No." Seia stubbornly held the towel out of McCrane's reach. "My fingers can clean the creases and seams in your armor better than yours can. I know this is only a secondary body but I'd prefer you not short out because of cookie batter."

McCrane huffed through his olfactory sensor. "You just like torturing me."

"There is that." Seia laughed at McCrane's light exasperated groan. She returned to digging little flakes of dried up sugar cookie out of the hook that adorned the robot's chest. Every so often, the brunette would brush against a sensory cluster and McCrane would either flinch or squirm.

If he flinched, Seia would immediately apologize. If he squirmed…well we all know what that meant! However, right now, he'd rather have the occasional sting instead of that nice little surge. It wasn't that he didn't like the feelings those gentle touches sent through his A.I., in actuality he liked them very much. Very, very, very much.

A little too much in McCrane's personal opinion, and he just didn't want to do anything……rash. But every time that pleasant little buzz cycled through his system, a little more of his normally rock solid self-control was chipped away. "There has to be a…more efficient way to do this…" McCrane mused, trying to keep his stoic disposition.

"There is actually." Seia teased. "We could take a hot shower."

McCrane opened his mouth to say something, probably vote an agreement, but then quickly closed it. He quickly re-ran that last sentence in his mind. "We?" He repeated shakily.

"I told you," Seia began in a very matter-of-fact way. "My fingers are more slender then yours are. You'd never get all of this gunk out of your armor and if you tried to transform then what would happen?"

"Oh…shut up."

Seia gave a quiet laugh. "Love you too, McCrane."