Highstrung Robot

Chapter Four: Dangling by a String

"And why would they change?" She bluffed, getting redder and redder by the second.

"I don't know. I should be the one asking you that." Jake cupped her cheek, his cold hand instantly warming up from her heat.

She looked away from him, still as red as ever. "Well, I-I mean any normal person would blush at this..."

"No not everyone, only if they had some desire for this type of treatment from me specifically." He said dropping his hand back to his side, smirking. "Have you gotten everything you needed or do you still need to measure some part of my bare torso?" He continued playfully, putting a slight emphasis on 'bare torso'.

"Shut up!" She rolled her eyes, wrapping the measuring tape around his hips this time.

Jake laughed, giving up on trying to continue his joke. He stifled his laughter and stood still as she took his measurements, still wearing a heavy smirk as he watched her.

"Now I'm done. What size pants do you wear?" She asked him, walking back over to her little station.

"I don't know." He said honestly, reaching back and pulling up the piece of fabric sewn onto the pants showing the size and materials. "What does it say?"

She walked back over to him, holding the back of his pants and reading the tag. "Size 7." She simply said, letting the pants snap back around his waist.

"Oh okay." He shrugged sitting back down on the bed, stretching out like a starfish. He arms were on some of the fabric he burned, a small amount of heat still lingering in the blackened cloth.

She went back to work on his outfit, humming softly to herself as she did. Soon enough she was done, Addie throwing the shirt at him. "Here try it on."

Jake caught the shirt with one hand, pushing himself up off the bed and put his arms through the sleeves. He rolled his shoulders to check if there was enough room, then started to button it up, leaving the last two buttons at the top undone. "Yeah, this feels fine."

"Good." She smiled at him, gathering a bunch of black fabric. "Now onto the pants!"

"Fun." He said, unbuttoning the shirt and tossing it next to his other abandoned shirt. He crawled back on the bed, getting into the same position as before, staring up at the ceiling.

She started working away at the fabric, in only an hour the once long blanket was a pair of pants. She sewed the button on, biting off the extra thread. "Okay, try these on now." She threw the pants at him, tidying up her space.

He got up and took his pants off, leaving them in a heap on the floor. He held the dress pants out in front of him for a few seconds before sliding them on and buttoning them. "Yeah, these feel good too." Tugging on the pant legs a little, he turned to look at Addie. "Do they look fine?"

She turned and nodded, cracking a grin. "I must say, I did a very good job."

"Oh, so are you a professional tailor now? I have some things that could use a good touch up." He said smirking at her and unbuttoning his pants.

"Oh, yeah?" She smirked back at him, raising a brow. "Like what?"

"A couple of old jackets with rips and holes in the sleeves and stuff." He pulled down his pants without thinking and tossed them next to the dress shirt. He then turned to get his jeans off of the floor, sliding those up with ease.

"Okay, well give them to me anytime." She replied, going over to the closet and grabbing the dress, laying it out on the bed.

"When are we going to leave?" He asked buttoning his pants, sitting back down on the bed next to her dress.