Lerato wipes her forehead with an oil-stained cloth, standing over the halfway mangled mess of machinery, sitting on a heap on the floor of her workshop. The Dik-Dik sighs and collapses on her chair by her workbench, swiping up her comically large jug of water. Large mechanical gloves grip the life-giving liquid dispenser as she dumps the fluid over her head and opens her mouth wide, missing most of the time but gulping down a few mouthfuls of the precious fuel.
“Hitting a particularly stubborn roadblock, deer?” asks a meek voice, accompanied by the gentle clopping of hooves upon the hard floor.
Lerato sighs and spins around in her chair, resting her arms on the back and her chin upon her arms. “A roadblock is nothing. I could punch it out or build a device to clear the path. However, it’s more like I need to develop an entirely new road.
Her doting husband approaches the robot, one hand behind his back, another scratching at his chin. “Hm, yes, this isn’t an issue with magical armaments. Otherwise, I’d be able to help you out quite well. If only we knew someone who knew some fellow artificers?” He asks this, quirking an eyebrow in her general direction.
“No, no, no,” Lerato says, leaning back, resting her head upon her desk. “I gotta do this one myself. I can’t let anyone else take the credit.”
A moment’s pause between the two ends with her sitting back up and squeaking, “Except you, babe!”
“Well, that certainly goes without saying,” he notes, patting the machine. “The fact you feel you need to say such things means you’re quite out of it. Might I suggest a means of relaxing?”
Lerato smirks, staring up at the ceiling. “Oh, but hubby, I’m so sweaty and dirty. Are you sure you want to help me relax like this?”
He approaches her, leaning over her face, staring eye-to-eye with her, and shaking his head. “Would you prefer such vulgarity over something a bit more refined?”
She tilts her head. “What do you mean?”
Between his hooves, Lovemore holds up a parchment. “Observe.”
Lerato snatches it between two mechanical fingers and reads over the details, immediately sitting up again. “You… you ordered me this? It’s super expensive!” she whirls around, standing up, grabbing his robes by the collar, and pulling him in, forehead-to-forehead. “You’d better not have used our  special funds for this.”
“Perish the thought, my love,” Lovemore says, detaining himself with his hands up, clicking his hooves together. “I have been saving up, little by little, and that last job we pulled got me just enough.”
She frowned and looked at the slip again. “You could have funded your research expedition with that money.”
“I know.”
“You could have enchanted a sword!”
“Indeed.”
“You could have done absolutely anything for yourself.”
“Deer,” Lovemore says, clasping a hand in his hooves. “Seeing you happy is the best treat I could buy myself.”
She smirks, flashing the paper toward him. “And besides, I'm sure you’ll also get to share in the delights.”
“Oh, I’m sure you wouldn’t be able to handle everything alone,” he admits.
“I’m going to try,” she responds, pressing her snout against his.
He chuckles softly, rubbing his cheek up against hers. “You’re so sweaty!”
“Of course I am, you silly boy!” she returns, nuzzling against him, smearing her happy dik-dik tears over his face.
He tilts his neck, sighing gently as he holds onto his wife. He allows her to lean in, pacing kisses on his neck, following that up with the marking of his fur with her tears.
“You’re such a wonderful husband!” she pecks and peppers those words as she kisses over his neck, gently sucking with each kiss, being sure to mark him under his fur in more ways than one.
“O-only for the best wife!” he mewls back, his gasping getting louder with each kiss she gives.
Mechanical hands slip down his tight outfit, brushing over his fur, reaching down, cupping at his butt. “Mmm, maybe I could have some good inspiration for something here and now?”
“Okay, okay, that’s good, that’s good!” he giggles, squirming out of the robotic grasp. “You really need to clean up if we’re going to make it to the restaurant.”
“Mm, fine, fine, but if we’re going to make it in time, we’ll have to go together.” She says, forehead upon his.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, my love,” he says, bouncing on his hooves. “But remember, we’re just going in there to clean. We don’t want to be late for the reservation.”
“Oh, you sneaky devil, amping me up and denying me. I’ll get you back, you know.”
“Oh, will you now?”
Biting her lip, she lifts her hubby up in her mechanically-assisted grasp, her shoulders straining but handling his weight as he holds onto her bridal style. “Alright, little guy, we’re going to have a night on the town!” She leans into his ear and whispers, ‘Because if it’s as good as you say it is, I’ll reward you with the best fucking’ you’ve ever had, my beloved.”
He smirked and pecked her cheeks, draping his arms over her shoulders. “And you’re going to have a gift to remember.”
She holds him close, lifting one hand and stroking his cheek. She then locks lips with him and sighs, the two of them embracing and kissing as they head out of their workshop, eager and ready for their trip to the city-renowned cafe, Baker’s Bakery.