Connor wondered about the woman that delivered food to the humans he worked with. Your smile seemed to light up the room, and he paused at the feeling that came from it being directed at Hank instead of himself.
“My food goddess!” Connor resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Hank, but you gave a short laugh at the joke. He stepped closer to Hanks desk to listen to you speak with him. Connor took the moment to watch you, you didn’t seem as cheerful as usual, and you wore a loose turtleneck under your uniform. As he got closer he could see the tension in your shoulders and the way your fingers twisted the collar of your shirt while you spoke with Hank.
“Restraining order huh? Yeah I can help you with that.” Hank nodded before taking a bite out of his burrito. He jerked his head towards Connor and you turned to really look at the android. He gave a slight smile that you returned before turning back to Hank. “Connor can help you with the paperwork. Do you need someone to check your apartment? How are your locks?”
You gasped as a chill ran through you. “I forgot about those. I got a chain for my door last night but I didn’t even think of changing the locks.” Unconsciously your hand went up to your throat and you could see Connor frown out of the corner of your eye. “I’ve never changed a lock before. Hank could you?” You trailed off your question, wondering if you were already asking too much, but he was someone you felt safe around.
“Yeah yeah. Come here after your shift and Connor and I’ll take you home. He can check out everything while I change your locks, okay?” You nodded, thankful he was a regular and thankful he was willing to help you out with this mess from your ex.
“Thank you so much Hank. I don’t know how to repay you for this.” You felt your throat tighten and your eyes started to water. You were scared of your ex, you didn’t want to have to fight him off again. Last night you wondered if you had just gotten lucky and if he was going to come back after everything. He had shown up at your house, drunk again, and you were sure the only reason you were able to walk away without dying was because of that cat statue a friend had given you. It was broken and in the trash now, you owed your life to it since it made such a good weapon while he was choking you.
You jumped a bit when Connor placed a hand on your shoulder. “There’s no need to cry Y/N, everything will be alright.” You gave a small smile before rolling your shoulders back and turning away. You knew your boss had given you some extra time to speak with the police, but you still needed to get back to work. With a promise to return in a few hours you left.
Connor watched you leave before turning to Hank. He was already looking up everything he could on you but still felt the need to ask. “Who exactly is she Hank?”
Hank paused in his eating to answer Connor, “Y/N? Good kid, just made a bad dating choice.” He looked up to see Connor frowning a bit, “You’ll learn more about her tonight.” He took another bite and once that was finished he looked up at where Connor was still standing. “Make yourself useful and go buy a lock. Something an old man like me can work with but that can also withstand someone trying to kick it in. Grab a couple long screws too.”
Connor nodded and left to go to the hardware store, a list in his head at what to buy. He wanted that angel to feel safe, he wanted to see those eyes light up at him. To hear her laugh with him and not Hank. He found himself also buying a few things to keep at his apartment, rarely used though it was. He wanted to bring you there, keep you safe. He kept those items in a different bag, dropping off the other at his apartment before swinging back to the DPD.
You were leaning against Hanks desk, your uniform shirt hanging over one arm with your hat in hand. You had tucked your chin into the turtleneck and were laughing at something Hank was saying. Connor felt something twist in his gut at seeing your eyes sparkle at Hank. He walked up and waved to grab Hanks attention, the older man swinging his feet off the desk and turning towards Connor. You turned to look at him and it pulled at him to see the smile fade from your face. He wanted to see you smile at him.
As he walked up to the two of you Hank patted you on the shoulder, Connor figured he was reminding you that you were safe around him. The three of you went to Hank’s car, you were in the front seat and Connor could watch you give Hank directions. He loved the way your lips twitched in the ghost of a smile, loved the way you crinkled your nose as Hank’s jokes as you laughed along. All too soon the three of you were at your house. The front door looked like someone had tried to break their way in but didn’t make it through. Connor placed a hand on your shoulder as you froze at the sight. He gave what he hoped was a comforting smile and guided you in. All the while looking around and checking the area.
Hank quickly got to work on the lock, first though he changed the screws in the door jam for longer ones. He turned and explained to you that it made doors harder to kick in with the longer screws. You nodded and spoke with him while he changed the locks explaining what he was doing. Connor took the opportunity to look around, for your protection , of course. He tested the windows, noting you had shoved a dowel rod in all the ones that slide sideways. Only one window in the house lifted up, it was a small window in the kitchen. He turned when the floor creaked behind him. You were standing there, hands twisting as you looked out the window.
He wanted to erase that fearful expression. “It’s too small for him to climb through, but the dowel rods won’t stay in place for that window.” He nodded and looked at the window again. He noticed you had tried to put a rod along the side, but it kept falling over.
He gave a smile to you as he pulled the short thick piece of wood out from the window. “You need a longer one. If you put it at an angle it could be used to block the window from opening. It would had to fit completely across the window or it’ll just fall again.” You nodded at his words and turned to leave the kitchen. The floor creaked in the same spot as before. He took note of that spot for the next time. He left the kitchen, noting that there was another similar spot in the hallway before opening the bathroom door to glance inside.
No windows, he turned and looked where you were sitting on the arm of your couch and talking with Hank. Connor slipped into the bathroom and opened the medicine cabinet. There was an assortment of medicine bottles, expired aspirin, a lot of anti-inflammatories. He closed it after a quick scan of everything and went to your room. He wondered why you lived in a two bedroom house but pushed that thought aside as he looked around the room. There was a window near the bed, a quick check revealed you had put a few extra locks on the bedroom window. He turned and noticed on the nightstand there was another pill bottle. Prescription sleeping pills, you probably needed them to stay asleep. It would explain some of your worries about safety.
Connor’s mind raced with possibilities, he could slowly build up to bringing you to live with him. He had to gain your trust first- bring you to love him. To care for him. He left the bedroom and went to check the other room. It was messy compared to the rest of the house, and he frowned at seeing the crack in that window. “I’m getting it replaced tomorrow.” He turned to see you standing behind him again. You were staring past him, he followed your gaze and saw small spots of blood on the floor. “Didn’t clean it well enough.” You mumbled to yourself, not realizing Connor’s hearing was better than a humans. His hand twitched and he placed a hand on your shoulder.
The small bit of comfort was enough to break you. You started to cry and Connor wrapped you in his arms, he wasn’t sure if he had done something wrong but he savored the feeling of you clinging to him as the tears escaped you. He ran one hand through your hair as the other curled around you and pulled you flush against him. He enjoyed the warmth of your body as you sought comfort for a moment before you pulled away from him. He wanted to pull you back in but knew it wouldn’t do to scare you off. Instead he ran his hands over your arms as you used your sleeves to wipe the tears from your face.
The evening seemed to pass by quickly for Connor as you made dinner for Hank to thank him. He noticed you glance out the window every time a car drove by, how your eyes seemed to tighten at the shouts of neighbors. You were scared of them leaving, but wouldn’t ask them to stay any longer. Connor noticed how shaky you seemed when waving the two of them out the door, the click of both locks followed them. Hank climbed into his car and looked through the window to Connor. “Ain’t you getting in?”
He gave his partner a smile and shook his head, “I’ll walk home instead Hank. It really isn’t that far from here and it would be nice to do a perimeter check before I head back.”
Hank nodded and spoke one last time before turning on his music, “Alright. She’s a good kid, didn’t deserve a bastard like her ex. Who ever does though?” With Knights of the Black Death blasting in the air he drove off and left Connor standing by the road. He turned to see you peeking through the window before you dropped the blinds. You saw him walk away and sank down to the ground.
You didn’t know how to feel about him, part of you felt he should be trusted because he was Hank’s partner, but the way he stared at you made you feel like a bug. You walked over to the kitchen and began to clean up the dishes, trying to calm yourself down. There was no way your ex was going to try and get in again , especially after you smashed that statue against his head. He was probably still in the hospital if he did go to get stitched up. Once you cleaned up the kitchen you double checked the locks before turning off the other lights. Then you went to take a shower, hoping you could finally relax under the hot water.
You kept the lights off, just lighting a candle as you turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up. You quickly stripped, not bothering to glance in the mirror. You didn’t notice the bathroom door open a crack as you pulled your phone out of your pants, selected a playlist, then placed it by the candle. Soft music filled the room as you climbed into the shower. You ignored the sting of the spray on your bruises and instead tried to relax. The faint, softly flickering light helped. You didn’t know why, but sometimes just cutting off the lights helped calm you down. You froze when the door creaked, your heart pounding in your ears as part of you screamed that it was your ex. After a moment of no other noises you calmed down, reminding yourself that if the door wasn’t properly shut it would creak like that from all the warm air.
After your shower you turned off your music, toweled off, and put the candle out. Still in the dark you went straight to the bedroom, only then did you turn on the light. You quickly changed into an oversized shirt and underwear before grabbing your water bottle and taking your sleeping pills. Then you turned on your computer and selected some music to play before turning the light off and climbing into bed.
About an hour after you had fallen asleep Connor finally left the other room. He almost had given himself away after seeing your naked silhouette in the mirror’s reflection. Thankfully the sound of the creaking floorboards hadn’t stopped you from taking your shower, so he had taken a few more moments to just watch you through the shower curtain. He had hidden himself in the other room once you finished your shower though. Once he was sure you were asleep he walked into your bedroom.
You looked beautiful in your sleep. The bruising around your throat made him angry though, no one should ever touch you but him. He stepped closer, but you didn’t stir. You slept soundly due to the sleeping pills as he slowly made his way into your bed. He paused for a moment as he sat down on the bed, but you didn’t even twitch in your sleep. Then he took off his shoes and laid down next to you. He very slowly pulled the blanket down, one hand propping himself up as he traced over your body with his eyes.
He wanted to rush, he wanted to taste you right then and make you scream his name- but Connor knew it would be better if he were patient. So instead of climbing on you and devouring you then, he finished pulling the blanket down to your knees and ran his fingers up and down your thighs while softly kissing your neck. He paused for a moment as a small sigh escaped your lips. You arched slightly into his touch, but stayed sound asleep. Connor dragged his fingers higher up and traced the outside of your underwear. He curled against your back, his other hand sliding under your shirt to cup your breast.
He buried his face into your neck and tried to imagine how you would react under him while awake. He closed his eyes as you arched into him, feeling the way your ass pressed against him. He pushed your underwear down and slid his fingers over your slit. He felt emboldened by your reactions and the fact that you were still asleep. He wondered if you thought it was all an erotic dream, he hoped you were dreaming of him as he slowly teased you with his fingers. In one smooth motion his fingers were inside you, quickly moving back and forth as he kissed your neck.
If he kept his eyes closed, he could pretend you were awake. If he kept his eyes closed as he alternated between grabbing at your breasts and tweaking your nipples he could pretend this was alright. With a grunt of frustration he rolled you onto your back and pushed up your shirt as he undid his pants. He groaned as he wrapped one hand around his cock and stroked it, he felt torn between tasting you and attacking your breasts with his mouth. His decision felt made for him when you groaned softly and opened your legs wider. He stopped stroking himself and knelt down, bringing your legs up onto his shoulders as he ran a tongue over your core.
He froze for a moment at the sound that escaped your lips, but when he looked up, you were still completely asleep. Just- enjoying what you probably thought was a dream. He dipped his head back down, sliding two fingers in as well as he circled over your clit with his tongue. He savored the feeling of your walls clenching around his fingers as he moved them. He kept going, pausing every once in a while to check you really were still sleeping as your legs would clench up and then shake. After a while he pulled away. It was almost 4am by then and as much as he wanted to continue, he knew he should get back to his apartment. He pulled your shirt back down over your breasts and pulled your underwear back up. Then he rolled you back to your side and pulled the covers over you before heading back to his place.
Somnophilia is literally the key to my heart. 🤤Birooksun never ever disappoints.
