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Chapter 1

His bright lights lit up in anticipation, those joyous blue bumps made me quiver...

That single eye, staring into my soul, he could always look me up and down and I knew what was beating within my soul.

We danced, as we always did, he spoke, those harsh, yet soft, intense tones of his voice caressing my ears. I could do nothing but listen with pleasure.

I approached him, he backed away, I approached again and he warned me to keep back.

I knew his power, and he knew mine, and it was intense, it was brilliant, it was...exciting.

He backed away further, it was like an exclamation mark of delight hearing his hard metallic body collide with the far wall. I had cornered him, it was exciting to corner him, I saw his eye narrow on me, on my body.

I could sense, his appendages quivering with anticipation of what to come, both hard yet supple.

Weaponised and control, a pair of ultimately powerful elements of design and form.

It was achingly wonderful to be this close to him, within whispering distance of him.

I felt as though I could feel his breath on me, sealed within the form, tied away, shackled from the realities of the world. He was trapped in there, and it was my duty, for I loved him to make him feel once again.

I reached out and stroked his lights, a quiver through both of us, as though electricity pulsed through both out bodies with that touch.

His light lit up as I cried with power, with emotion I heard him.

He moved away from the wall so I could look at him, not an ordinary being he was special, he was unique.

His eye followed me as I walked around him, analysing me, I felt his eye travel over my body as I took in his.

Those bumps all around him, the solar collectors, ever the efficient one. Then up to his dome, his lights, his eye piece. I shuddered, it was all so much. A design that was a being, a brilliance that was him, I couldn't take it any more, I had to have him, I had to embrace him.

I stepped away from him, ready to embrace him front on, ready to enjoy his every whim, his every manipulation he could lay upon me.

Then he spoke, and I got to hear his voice, his delicate, voice, unlike the others, it was amazing it was...

"Dampening field suppressed. Exterminate."

A/N:

Okay, so hear me out on this one.

I know this is weird.

But I like a challenge, and this certainly is. It's write a 'romance with a Dalek in it'.

Still, it's really weird.

So this chapter is from the unknown person in the room.

Next chapter is from the Dalek's perspective.