HEY HEY CAN I REQUEST ANYTHING FLUFFY W CONNOR X FEM READER
YOU WORK IS SO GOODDD
MY DARLINGS FORGIVE ME
requests started coming in hot right as i started my midterms so pls forgive me for taking so long to get through my requests (which i'm loving btw i'm so excited to get to all of them)
with that being said i'll stop yapping and let you read in peace
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framed
pairing: connor (rk800) x gn!reader
summary: you're very confused when you find a photograph of yourself on connor's desk.
word count: 1k
warnings: none
author's note: i said i'm done yapping and i mean it i have nothing to say. (except i do wanna say this was inspired by the person that said my connor was very you are in love coded bc that made me happy and got me thinking)
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“What do androids do in their free time, anyway?”
“Plot against humanity? I dunno.”
Hank’s laugh came out in a quiet huff, one that indicated he didn’t think your answer was too far from the truth.
You had come into the precinct hoping to interview Hank and Connor on their latest investigation surrounding a human cult determined to wipe out every single android. As head journalist for the Detroit Free Press, you were desperate to get word before everyone else. And as Connor’s friend, you were sure you could sweet-talk it out of him.
But when you got to the precinct, Connor was, strangely, nowhere to be found. Usually, he trailed behind Hank like a lost puppy, but not even Hank knew of Connor’s whereabouts. His unusual absence only led to conversations about what the hell an android could be doing on his lonesome. Neither of you had any clue.
“Have a seat, kid,” Hank offered, nudging his chin over to Connor’s desk. “You know he’d feel bad if you were standin’ around waiting for him.”
Rounding the table, you took a seat in Connor’s chair. You sat stiffly with your hands atop your thighs, the exact same way Connor would. The realization made you chuckle softly to yourself. Even when he wasn’t here, his presence always made itself known in the subtlest of ways.
Your eyes wandered across Connor’s desk, noticing that it was relatively barren. Hank’s desk was littered with mementos– old donut boxes, Detroit Gears merchandise, anti-android propaganda that he’d crumpled up and intended to trash. But Connor’s desk was plain and organized. A single blue pen sat exactly parallel to his recent case file that had been neatly folded. On top of his case file was a quarter like the one he always fidgeted with. You wondered idly how many quarters he had lying around, having never seen him without one. But the only belonging of actual interest was a picture frame right beside his terminal.
Your brows furrowed as your gaze latched onto the photograph. You were staring directly at a picture of yourself.
Believing it to be a trick of the light, you reached for the picture frame and brought it closer. Sure enough, it was you.
You stared at a version of yourself who was mid-laugh. You could almost hear your own laughter ringing in your ears. It was that genuine kind of laughter, you knew. The kind that was an obnoxious cackle you always wanted to hide. Why on earth would Connor have a picture like that framed?
Come to think of it, where did Connor even get this picture? You didn’t recognize it at all. You couldn’t even place where it was taken. There were zero clues in the photograph as you were the only focus. Nothing else, just you.
You were about to ask Hank about it when a voice over your shoulder startled you, “I really like that picture.”
An inhuman yelp escaped your lips as you spun around in Connor’s chair. You found him looking down at you with a pleasant smile, not even remotely embarrassed to be caught having a photo of you.
“Why… what even… what?” you stammered.
Connor cocked his head curiously, waiting for you to get your words out. But you couldn’t. You were so utterly confused that your brain couldn’t remember a single word in existence. You just stared at Connor with a gaping mouth, holding the picture up for his viewing pleasure.
When you didn’t say anything, Connor’s eyebrows furrowed for only a moment before easing. An endearing habit of his that made your heart flutter. He definitely was not helping you find the right words.
“I’d like to clear your confusion as best I can, but… I’m afraid I don’t understand its cause,” Connor said gently.
From behind, you heard Hank’s quiet snort. He wasn’t helping either.
“Well… Connor,” you started slowly like you were gradually putting the puzzle pieces together. No matter how hard you tried, the pieces weren’t fitting. “Why do you have a picture of me?”
The corners of his lips raised into a small grin, his hands moving to clasp in front of him. You knew this stance to mean he was about to tell a story.
“I asked Lieutenant Anderson about the keepsakes on his desk. I was curious as to why these particular items were objects of significance and what classified them as such,” Connor explained cheerfully. “As I recall, he said ‘I don’t know, they’re just alright, I guess.’ Perhaps my interpretation was incorrect, but I took that to mean those items made him happy.”
Connor’s smile widened slightly. That meant he was finished. He didn’t clear any of your confusion.
“Okay…?” you prompted.
“I wanted to do something similar. I thought it could help me accommodate to deviancy, so I decided to surround myself with things that make me happy.”
Your mouth clamped shut as your confused look turned to one of shock. You were almost sure you hadn’t heard him right, but another laugh (hidden behind a cough) from Hank made you confident that you had.
“I… make you happy?” you clarified.
“Yes,” Connor answered curtly. There was another long pause as you waited for Connor to continue. He seemed to get the hint by now, elaborating further. “I always enjoy your company. I look forward to seeing you when we have scheduled plans. This wasn’t a scheduled visit, so I was pleased to see you were here. It made me smile. Seeing you makes me smile.”
With all his talk of smiling, you couldn’t help cracking one of your own. Seeing your smile made Connor brighten.
“Like that,” he said. “If I could photograph and frame you right now, I would.”
You were so giddy with affection that you couldn’t help but laugh. You had never known Connor to be so poetic with his words.
“You know, Connor,” you said with careless laughter. “I came here to sweet-talk you into an interview for the Press. But here you are sweet-talking me.”
Connor looked pleased with himself, standing a little straighter. “I hope that made you smile.”
Summary: Connor starts to question his program and himself, seeing life in a new, different way. Maybe emotions aren’t unnecessary nuances, bothering numbers you need to lock away, but blooming flowers, worth living for.
content: pov Connor, anxiety, emotional hurt/comfort, fear of being replaced/left behind, overthinking
a/n: it was 100% self-indulgent, I’ve had really stressful weeks in the last 3 weeks and other additional dreadful ones will come. In a last attempt to help myself getting thru it all I’ve been bottling and locking up emotions, trying to bury them so I can focus on the task that needs to be done. What a genius move I know
It’s my first fic in this fandom hope you guys will like it ~
You are not supposed to and can’t feel ,
You are a machine Connor,
Not a living thing,
Software instability ^
RK800 heard Amanda’s harsh voice in his head,
A voice calculated, cold and emotionless,
“Connor?
What got to ya?
Told ya not to lick that blood.”
Warm, brown eyes opened to see,
Him and Hank still standing in the lift,
“Did your battery die or what?”
“Sorry Lieutenant, no,
I was sending the report.”
The two of them were leaving a scene,
Where they saw,
The 3rd deviant case in the week.
Connor’s been… experiencing a mild unease,
That he couldn’t place,
Nor he could find,
Any malfunctions in his program.
He ran tests after tests,
But to no avail,
There was no problem in his system anywhere,
Even now,
As he was staring at Hank,
He had the urge to lie to him instead.
I wasn’t sending any report,
Not even writing,
Just heard Her voice and …
Had the impression of concern,
Even something that humans call dread,
But why I had the impulse to hide,
Keep it a secret,
And lock it inside?
But Amanda’s tone rang again,
Voicing his concerns in his head,
But you know that don’t you Connor?
It would mean you are a deviant,
And failed your mission.
Therefore who would need you anyway?
An android,
Which was created to hunt,
Became the hunted rabbit in the dark,
Even Hank,
That drunk police,
Would turn away,
And laugh in your face.
You always accomplish your missions, eh?
Software instability ^
“Jesus Connor stop staring at me!”
The grunt of the grumpy man,
Pulled Connor out of his head,
The door of the lift just opened with a ping,
Letting a little bit of fresh air in,
“Sorry Lieutenant,
I was running some checks in my software—“
“Ugh, forget it.
I need a fucking drink.”
Days went by and that unease didn’t cease,
If anything it increased,
He was waiting in Hank’s car,
While the man stopped at his favourite burger place.
More and more deviant cases happend,
And he was a silent witness to it all,
With every new case,
A new weight appeared in his synthetic cage.
He started to … see these deviants in a new light,
Somehow sympathy crept into his heart,
Sympathy?
But I.. yes,
I’m sure that is the feeling,
What humans call sympathy—
Feeling .
To feel something —
“Alright, now we gotta go back to that shithole.”
He jumped as Hank climbed into the car,
Didn’t realise how long he’s been thinking,
While Hank’s “interesting” music choice screamed inside,
He took an other trip into his mind,
‘ Eyes are the window to the soul’,
He heard once a long time ago,
‘I’m an android. I don’t have soul’,
How easily I answered,
Whiteout a blink and a second thought,
At that time,
That possibility wasn’t unlocked before my eyes,
Feelings,
Amusing little butterflies,
Whose fills up chests,
And helps to bloom,
The pretty flowers of souls.
But now..
“Do I have a soul?”
“What?
What the fuck ya talking about,
Where did that come from? “
Unintentional whisper left the men made lips,
Spreading panic through artificial skin.
He froze,
His system showing error codes,
He just stared ahead,
Onto the dark rode,
Not daring to move.
I.. I failed my mission
Software instability ^
Now Hank knows,
He must realise that I’m …
I’m a deviant now.
He will report,
And sent me back,
Where they destroy and replace Me with Something else.
“.. Fuck knows,
I’ve been seeing all these cases for weeks now,
Seeing at first hand what these deviants do,
Learning their motives and stuffs….
They don’t look that different from me,
Or the other folks I know and see.”
From under a shocked silence,
Connor just stared,
Not registering what Hank just said,
“You know,
At first I saw you as a tin can,
Like an additional machine to a computer,
But then, khm,
All I’m sayin’ is,
That you are more .”
“… you mean, Lieutenant..?”
“Oh Jesus Connor, ughhh.
Maybe you do,
Maybe you don’t,
All I know is that,
We are quite similar at this point.”
“So.. you aren’t replacing me?
“What the fuck would I do that?
We are partners, aren’t we?”
He felt something in the air,
Something inevitable and comfortable.
But with comfort,
Came uncertainty, overstimulation and burden,
However there was something.. freeing there,
The looming weight of being replaced,
Had lifted and gave place,
To a chaos so colourful yet deep,
He felt his fans heating.
It f-feels … scary.
But strangely lifting too.
So this is what ‘waking up’ entail,
Liberating on one side,
And anxiety filled on the other.
They are not the never ending attacks of mosquitoes,
pairing: connor (rk800) x reader
summary: Connor couldn't figure you out and that bothered him, more than he was willing to admit. Usually, he didn't care whether he was close to someone or not, but then, they weren't you and they weren't working with him all the time. Every time you were near, he would ache to hear you open up to him, to give a few details of your personal life that he knew nothing about, but you gave away nothing - nothing - and he failed to compute why. Now, there was only one thing to do. He would do whatever he had to to get to know you - that was his mission and he always completed his mission.
wc: 4.6k+
genre: fluff, a splash of angst
Rain: series — 01 | 02 | 03
The pitter patter of the heavy raindrops hitting the pavement was like music to your ears as you waited under the awning of your house before you left for work. You reached out and let the drops cool your skin. The weather forecast included warm days; unseasonably warm days that consisted of melting ice and snow and road flooding. Not the prettiest or most glamorous, but a bit of an adventure to drive through and that it made it even more fun.
The rain was a welcome companion for you, a sort of home you could feel in every drop on the ground, on every streak of water crawling down your windows, on every blob that crashed into your face as it fell. You breathed in before starting a countdown in your head, 3….2….1….Go! and suddenly you were off, a giggling mess as you rushed to pry your car door open before the rain could permeate the thin material of your windbreaker. Throwing yourself into the safety of your vehicle - a smile still lingering on your face - you sat and listened to the cacophony of raindrops pound on the roof of your metal transport.
You shook the water off your clothes like a dog shaking the mud off of its coat. Letting out a sigh, you felt around the ignition with your key before it sank into its spot with a slight dip. Turning it all the way forward, you felt your car rumble to life beneath you, a few beeps being emitted in the process. You watched the dashboard light up with a few blinks and then a steady stream of faint light, the windshield fogging up with your warm exhales against the coolness of the car.
With a tap of the finger, you heard the fan kick on in an attempt to warm the glass enough to get the condensation to disappear. You rubbed your balmy hands together to give them a chance to get fully heated before you placed them on the cold steering wheel and drove yourself to work through the torrential downpour.
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“All this damn rain is giving me a headache. I can’t even let Sumo out of the house without him bringing back a fucking lake.” Hank sat nursing a cup of lukewarm coffee and trying to expel his frustrations with the sky, with you, the least helpful person to talk to. So instead of turning the conversation to your pluviophile like habits, you turned it to your favorite furball.
You loved his little - or not so little - dog. That little ball of fur always managed to bring a smile to your face no matter what you were going through. He would come and lick your face eagerly or jump on your leg until you would sink down to a height in which he could. A small smile spread on your face thinking of your special guy.
“How is my handsome man doing?” You grinned plopping into your chair, booting up your computer in the process.
“Spoiled as ever, especially since he has Connor around all the time.” He brought his gaze up to the android absentmindedly throwing a quarter between his hands. The coin managed to cast a glint everytime the fluorescent lights caught it, visible through your peripheral vision and distracting.
You looked up to see Connor’s LED a bright shade of yellow as his eyes lingered on the linoleum tile underneath him, the quarter whizzing through the air as it sank into the palm of his left hand. He tucked it into his pocket and moved to look back at Hank as he realized he had quickly become a focus of your conversation.
“Sorry, Lieutenant, I was thinking.” He blinked and looked at you, giving you the smallest resemblance of a smile that he could manage as his LED returned to blue. Connor was trying, you’d give him that.
“No shit,” Hank grumbled, standing and sauntering his way over to the break room. “I’ll grab you a cup.” He titled his own paper cup and gave it a slight wave.
“Thanks.” You moved your attention on Connor whose eyes were already on you, a pleasant expression on his face. You and Connor had become good friends in the short time you’ve worked at the department, a nice reprieve from dealing with the likes of the other officers. Connor was kind and gentle yet determined and focused, you admired his work ethic as he tirelessly tracked down the purp and apprehended him with little difficulty. How such a benevolent face was capable of such vigor and robustness shocked you, but in a good way. It was good to see the contrasting qualities being balanced.
“How are you doing, Connor?” You shook your hair a bit, a few droplets ringing down from the crown of your hair. He watched these drops with interest before responding to you.
“I’m fine. How are you, Officer (y/l/n)?” He looked back at your eyes, the moment of distraction over.
“Great. The rain is fun to drive in.” You smiled as you clicked on a few files on your computer bring them closer to your attention. Connor’s LED swam to yellow again and a frown took to his face.
“I don’t understand, isn’t it hazardous? I’m not sure how something like that can be entertaining for you.” A grin crept its way to the corner of your mouth as you found his lack of understanding funny and a little bit adorable. You looked over the top of your monitor to find him looking at you expectantly.
“Well, it’s fun because you can watch the pools of water fly away from your wheels like you’re parting the red sea. It’s kind of like when you’re a kid and you jump into all the puddles while walking with your parents to the car because you're fascinated with the way it shoots away from you and…” The words died on your lips as you saw Connor’s face contort in a deeper state of confusion.
Of course, he had no idea about the kind of things like a childhood. The rambling you were doing was essentially pointless, he’d never experienced any types of those things first hand. You stopped trying to explain it and instead settled for a more simple response.
“I just enjoy it, that’s all.” Your eyes moved back to scanning over a report filed a few days ago, adding your own information to it. Little did you know, Connor wanted to hear you speak of your childhood memories more. He had only known the little details that you let slip in your conversations with Lieutenant Anderson, but when it came to speaking with him, your responses were more withdrawn and simple, not as complex as he was sure your mind was.
He wanted to be able to communicate with you more effectively and get more interesting answers. The way your eyes narrowed in concentration, the way you smiled when Lieutenant Anderson made what he came to know as a “snarky” comment, the ways your eyes lit up when explaining something that you found captivating, all proved to him that there were more going on your mind then what you verbally conveyed. If only he could find some way for you to open up to him, to trust that he was going to understand and that you could tell him anything your heart desired, to trust that he would never look at you any differently.
Connor had been running different ways he could accomplish his mission and all involved spending more time with you, preferably without Lieutenant Anderson. He would get to know more about your background and the kind of things you enjoyed, then maybe you would open up to him at some point. The same logic and reasoning helped when trying to figure out the Lieutenant, plus it would help strengthen the “bond” within your group.
It was decided.
“Here you are, a steaming cup of bland flavors and unmet expectations.” A giggle left your mouth as you nodded your head in appreciation.
“Seems like you’re a big fan of such high-grade coffee.” You tipped your cup up.
“Oh shut up.” He smirked, sinking down in his seat. You looked over to see that little LED flash yellow for the third time in the time you’d been in the office of the DPD. Connor didn’t say anything for a minute, his eyes fluttered shut and it worried you that there might be something amiss. Hank didn’t hear a response and looked over to you, only to find you concentrating on the android in the chair. He too saw the behavior of Connor and groaned before the android had a chance to speak.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I just sat down for -”
“Lieutenant Anderson, I’ve just got a report of a suspected deviant. We should go take a look.” He blinked back at him - his LED becoming blue again - as he didn’t hear the words that he uttered before. Connor only heard your laughter and saw your eyes crinkle on the corners and that was enough for the LED to blink yellow before reverting back to the familiar blue hue it normally held. He blinked once more before returning his focus back to Lieutenant Anderson, but his jaded blue eyes were already looking at him, tapering in thought. He saw that tiny circle on his forehead flash yellow for a split second.
“Everything alright, Connor?” Connor head cocked to the side and scrunched his forehead slightly.
“Everything is fine, Lieutenant.” He looked concerned but Hank knew better. He was sure he saw that little light wink into yellow.
Meanwhile, you had watched the whole exchange go down as your laughter died. They looked as if they were sizing each other up and if you hadn’t known the two, you might have thought that they were butting heads. You threw your jacket over your shoulders, slinging your arms through the sleeves. Letting out a light sigh and picked up your keys. “Well, if you two are done staring at each other, I believe that we have a crime scene to investigate.”
Software Instability ^
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The ground was sopping wet and the smell of rain clouded all your senses as you hopped out of your car. The water droplets falling from the sky had lessened in their frequency but hadn’t stopped completely, creating a weirdly eerie mood. Your feet squished under the wet gravel as you made your way towards the house in front of you.
“Afternoon, Officer.” A detective said to you as you nodded and ducked underneath the yellow police tape.
“Afternoon.” You took in the scene in front of you, a broken glass window and some spatters of blue on its shards leaving a trail leading towards the back of the house. The wet grass scrunched underneath your feet as you made your way around to the back of the house, following the blue drops. When you arrived at the back of the home, the little bits of blue could no longer be found, the rain washed the trail away.
You stood at a loss. There could only be two possible places of where this android could be; inside this house or out on the streets somewhere. You didn’t think it would harm anyone without good reason, none of these androids did. Every case you had been on involved abuse, stress, or some sort of mistreatment that had resulted in such a dramatic and significant outburst of emotions. Just as humans had reasons behind their actions, so did deviants, in fact, you thought what they went through was worse. They endured for so long and what happened to them had to be astronomically terrible for a sudden break to even occur. They are strong, stronger than the will of most humans before they fall apart.
But all this rambling wouldn’t solve the problem staring you dead in your face. Connor and Hank hadn’t arrived yet and it was dark enough outside and in the house that nothing would be completely visible to you when you entered. If you tried tracking the android, you’d be walking aimlessly with nothing to indicate you were getting any warmer. The longer you waited, the further away the deviant could be and the longer it would take to track them down.
You were going in.
The wind picked up, throwing your hair around and shaking the dead tree on the lawn. As you moved closer to the back door, the wood creaked underneath your feet. Mentally, you cursed, they would definitely know someone was here now. Slipping the gun out of the waistband of your pants, you held it tautly in your hand, adjusting your grip as you pressed your ear to the door.
Nothing, dead silent.
You tried your luck with the handle, it turned but you weren’t positive nothing was attached to it. Sliding over to the window, you peaked through the torn up blinds. Dust sparkled through the air and it looked well abandoned, but most importantly, you didn’t find any evidence of something attached to the doorknob. You moved back over to the older wooden door, gave it a couple of good shoves with your shoulder and nearly fell to the ground as it broke free of the hinges.
Planting your foot, you moved your handgun into the first corner you saw. Another spew of dust flew up as you disturbed its peace, blocking your full view of the place. You utter some words of warning into the home but you heard fast footsteps on the grass behind you. Slipping behind the door, you wait for the people to come up the porch. Once you heard the wood creak, you sprung out from your hiding spot, the muzzle of your handgun pointed at the dead center of the stranger’s forehead.
“Officer (y/l/n)!” His eyes widened as he took in the firearm pointed in his direction and the startling dark look your eyes slid into. “It’s me, Connor.” His tone slipped into a softer, gentler version, hands in the air in a show of peace.
Connor ran all the way around because he knew you were here already and he did not want you to be alone. He wanted to be with you when you went into the house, to accompany you, in case something were to go wrong. He wanted to be able to have his part to play in fate should the worst come to pass. He wanted to be by your side more than he knew he should. He wanted all these things, but that was not typical behavior. Connor the machine should not want things.
It took you exactly two blinks before you corrected the aim of your weapon and another two before your brain registered that this was not your enemy. Tightening your jaw, you nodded and stepped back enough to let him in.
Connor’s LED flared red as he saw your current state. Something was definitely wrong; he never witnessed this darkness in your eyes that he had just seen nor how fast your heart was beating. Your pulse still was not under control and your eyes remained on the wood floor in the time you had lowered your weapon.
Connor was not equipped with the knowledge of comforting people, but looking at you created a dull ache in his chest, a sudden thirst to know anyway possibility that would help. The little consolation Lieutenant Anderson had shown him had consisted on a small touch on the back and a gentle emotion coming over his greyish blue orbs. Connor was not convinced that doing something like that would help but he was willing to try, willing to do anything for that matter.
His fingers stretched out slowly, each reaching out on their own accord, begging to come in contact with your jacket. He hoped they would give you some relief, hoped that some pressure might bring you back to the now and not wherever your mind flew too. Just as the tip of his index finger came in contact with the micro polyester of your windbreaker, Lieutenant Anderson waltzed his way up the doorsteps.
“Connor, what did I tell you about -” Hank saw Connor’s reach and how your head was still down, a gun loosely held in your palm. Connor never stopped looking at you but his LED switched to yellow upon hearing the Lieutenant speak. “Jesus Christ, is everything okay?”
Hank’s raspy voice snapped you out of your daze as you quickly holstered your weapon and snapped your eyes up from the ground. “Yeah, everything’s fine.” You shook the memory away from your vision and stepped a few feet back, unknowingly, away from Connor’s attempt at solace. “Let’s go check the house.”
Software instability ^^
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Connor could only concentrate part of the way on the rA9s etched into the wall or the knife coated with blue blood on the table, he was too concerned about you. Since the incident at the door, you had kept to yourself; hugging your arms, moving away from the space he or Lieutenant Anderson occupied, staring off into space. It was strange behavior, behavior he did not recognize from you.
“Well, did you find anything, Connor?” Lieutenant Anderson stepped in his line of sight, momentarily blocking his view of you. His light blinked blue as he thought back to all the evidence he collected; analysis of the blue blood (in his mouth much to Lieutenant Anderson’s dismay), the reconstruction of the broken chairs and the knife to know that the android escaped through the window, the convict’s body that would most likely be in the closet door right behind where you were standing.
You. His heartbeat sped up a bit at the knowledge you were close and he still was unable to fix your current condition. He could not get a clear sight of you now, but he was sure your eyes were on him.
“Yes. I believe the victim’s body is in the closet behind Officer (y/l/n) and the deviant has escaped through the window.” He made a glance at the shards laying on the floor. “It seems they were attacked.”
Connor rose to his feet and you looked back down, squeezing your arms tighter and shifting your weight to your other foot. In that brief moment, the light trickling in from the open window glinted off a small line strung behind the back of your feet. Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked for the beginning and end of this small line, but it wasn’t just a line, it was a piece of string, a piece of string held in an oddly perfect spot.
As you turned your head a little more, the device became clear. It was a trip mine and the floorboards creaking meant that Connor was coming over to open the closet, right into the path of an explosive, an explosive that would take down this whole house and the people inside with it. It only took you a split second to turn on your heel, only a split second to move away from the little ribbon, only a split second to look at him in fear.
“Connor, no!” You threw your body into him, your arms wrapping around his waist, and pulling back as hard as you could. His leg was suspended in mid-air as your weight around his middle prevented him from completing his step. His LED switched immediately to red by the tone of your voice and your actions.
His arms hung aloft by his side while you attached yourself to his back, gripping it with deadly force. “Officer (y/l/n), what’s wrong? Does the fact that there’s a body in the closet disturb you?” He tried to look down on you but you were wrapped at such an awkward angle, he couldn’t make out your face.
“No, there - there was a trip mine. You almost stepped on a trip mine.” You breathed out, slowing removing your arms from his body. Your heart was still racing a thousand miles a minute, but now the hard part was over. “Be careful where you step.” Your feet moved a few lengths away and you watched as Connor took a step back, his foot falling where it had previously been. He caught the glint of it now, but previously, he had not been aware of such a device in the vicinity. He made a mistake, partly due to not fully checking the surroundings, and party due to his constant worry for your health. Connor does not make mistakes.
Software Instability ^^^
You were scared. You knew the whole mission could have been blown if that mine had detonated, but more importantly, you were worried it could kill Connor. That it could kill the android who claimed to be just a machine, but you knew was much more than what he thought of himself. He felt things, he felt emotion even if he didn’t want to admit it. You’d seen that LED turn to yellow and red depending on his mood, you’d seen his eyes change from passive to filled with emotion, you’d seen his body language change. To you, he was as alive as you or Hank.
Hank watched the whole scene go down with a face of disbelief. You were keeping your distance, maintaining a bit of space from the focal point of the investigation, but he’d never seen you flip so quickly. He was thankful that you had stopped Connor from blowing the house and everything in it, but he also saw your concern. He saw Connor’s concern for you as well. Whatever was going on, it certainly left him speechless. He watched you untangle yourselves and move to your personal spheres. Oh boy. More mushy disgusting hormones.
...
The tension in the air diffused upon bringing the investigation to a close. The deviant was nowhere to be found but from the trip mine sitting in the house, it was safe to assume they were afraid and had an extensive knowledge of military tactics, most likely due to the ex-military officer dead in the closet. When he had the opportunity to demonstrate his knowledge, you had no idea.
The three of you walked out of the house and into the howling wind and rain. Your windbreaker could only do so much to protect you against the freezing water droplets, they punctured your skin, cold seeping into your bones and sending chills down your spine. Gritting your teeth, you pushed towards your car.
“Damn, who pissed off mother nature?” Hank shivered too and huddled over an attempt to bring his coat over his neck. His silver hair could only do so much to protect his exposed skin and sometimes it barely did that much.
You kept your mouth closed for fear that if you tried to say something, your teeth would chatter and interrupt your speech, but a smile crept onto your face. Connor watched with curiosity as your face lit up following Lieutenant Anderson’s comment and he felt his thirium pump speed up, a slight pounding behind his chest. A small smile mirroring your own took shape on his face, painting it in a warm, calm light despite the raging storm. However, he noticed the slight movements of your jaw as your teeth moved in order to bring some heat to your face.
An idea popped into his mechanical little brain.
You fished your keys out of your pocket with a satisfying jingle and went to put them into the lock to open your car door, but Connor beat you to it, his hand closing over yours. His chest was pressing into your back gently and if you turned your head, your cheek would touch his chin. Your heart slightly sped up.
“Connor, what are you doing?” You tried to turn to look at him but he was already putting his plan in motion.
“Lieutenant, would you mind if I escorted Officer (y/l/n) home? She doesn’t seem as if she’s in an adequate state to drive.” His brown eyes looked calm and concerned, but Hank knew better.
Hank opened his car door and draped an arm over it. “Bold words, coming from you. Have you even asked if she wanted any help getting home?” His arm gestured towards you. He sighed before stooping to lower himself into his Oldsmobile. “If she doesn’t oppose it, then do whatever.” He wasn’t about to get in the way of whatever Connor had in mind, that was one stubborn android.
Connor looked down at you, stepping back a bit so he could get an accurate reading of your face. “Would you mind if I accompanied you home?”
You didn’t know how to respond. You’d never seen Connor do something like this nor get this close to you without bringing something with him; a folder, a cup of coffee, a piece of evidence - this was completely out of the ordinary. You hoped he was feeling alright but looking at his warm brown eyes boring into yours, waiting for an answer, made you rethink your original thesis. Nothing seemed to be wrong with him, in fact, he had been acting fine during the whole day, you were the one exhibiting unordinary behavior. You almost shot him, Connor, the android you’ve known for months now.
Connor watched all the emotions you were feeling flicker across your face and something in the pit of his stomach fell. Of course, you would not feel comfortable with him, you barely knew anything about each other. His LED moved to yellow and he began to take a step back, but then he saw your face land in a small smirk.
“Sure, why not?” You spoke out. The LED moved back to blue and he tried to refrain himself from jumping up and down, so he compromised with a small grin. Moving his hand around, he gently slid the keys out of your hand and unlocked the car.
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You moved to the other side, giving Hank a small wave to let him know he could head for home and plopped yourself into the plush seats of your car. As soon as you sat, you felt a weight on your lap. Your hands brushed over the cotton fibers of Connor’s jacket, the blue triangle glowing in the upper right-hand corner.
Holding the jacket up a bit, you looked over at him as he put the key into the ignition. “Connor, why are you giving me your jacket?”
He put the car into drive and turned in the seat to look behind him, but his eyes stopped on you, a wholehearted look in his brown orbs. “You’re teeth are still chattering. Please, use it to get warm, at least until I get the heat on.”
That was the second time you’d been at a loss of words while dealing with Connor, but your heart warmed at the sight of how genuine Connor was being. You’re not saying that you agreed with him giving up his coat so willingly, but you certainly appreciated it. Letting your fingers ball around it, you pulled the jacket up so it covered your chest, thankful for the coverage to allow you to warm up.
Connor felt a surge of warmth through his veins as he saw you move the jacket to a more comfortable position through the corner of his eye. At least, you trusted him enough to accept his kindness, it was not a lot, but it was a start and that was all he needed. He kicked up the speed on the windshield wipers before backing up and turning into the street. The rain droplets struck the car with a loud thud, spreading out in all directions. Connor now wondered if he would finally understand what you meant by your joy of driving in the rain.
Warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL REFERENCES. SMUT. Swearing, mentions of period, sexual references, fluff, clumsy!reader, timid!reader (not for long), mentions of anxiety, inappropriate boss behavior (basically Gavin being Gavin)
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Summary: It is Connor’s first time.
Chapter Eight: Pleasure
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When Connor woke up, he smelled something.
It was strange, normally he’d have control over the kind of smells he could smell but now they were all coming to him. The room smelled like floor cleaner, and there was the scent of jasmine air freshener in the air. He opened his eyes slowly, noticing water coming out of them. He instantly rubbed his eyes, groaning, before getting up.
His body felt warm, but when he ran vitals against himself, there were more features. There were hunger levels, body temperature, mental stability, and a few more. He looked around and saw a couple of androids before waiting.
“Is… Is it done?” Connor asked, not sure how to proceed.
“Yes, Connor. (y/n) is just outside. She’ll take you home now. Also, since it is Sunday, we’d suggest you not go to work tomorrow. It can take up to a day to adjust to the new settings that this upgrade offers. We have already briefed (y/n) regarding the situation and she will assist you with the upcoming changes.” The female android said, kindly.
Changes? Connor never intrinsically thought to himself so naturally. The thoughts were always there, one after another. It was fluidic. Almost a beautiful thing to experience. He wanted to see (y/n), he wanted to kiss her, he wanted to hold her hair and smell her, he wanted to—
Suddenly, his face warmed up, and his hand reached over and touched his cheek. Strange, he thought before feeling his ears warm as well. He suddenly felt the need to cover his face from anyone who could see him, he suddenly felt his thirium pump beat erratically. He associated this feeling with nervousness, but wondered why on earth he would feel nervous to see his own lover?
The door opened and in came (y/n), smiling at him. Connor’s eyes widened and he felt his chest constrict with a nice pain. Almost a flipping kind. (y/n) giggled at his bewildered expression and rushed over to give him a hug. She kissed his cheek before Connor grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward, pressing his lips to hers. (y/n)’s eyes widened as Connor led the kiss, pushing his tongue inside and his hands grabbing her cheek. He let out a low moan, before shutting his eyes and kissing her some more.
(y/n) pulled away a bit, clearly flustered, “Connor… Let’s head home first?”
“That…” He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t stop kissing her, he couldn’t stop thinking of kissing her. He felt like his entire body was on fire, starting from his lips to the tips of his fingers. “That was amazing, (y/n).”
She stared into his eyes, which were suddenly a bit more lifelike. She kissed the tip of his nose before chuckling. Reese had informed her that Connor would be a tad bit more alert with his senses, especially the stimulation that his new gonads would be bringing him. As much as she was nervous about having sex with an android, she wouldn’t lie—she found Connor incredibly attractive. She waited as Connor got dressed, careful not to stare at him since he now had new features. She noticed the bulge in his pants now—before turning away.
Her heart was beating erratically, and for some reason, she sensed nervousness from his end as well. She couldn’t put her finger on it, but she knew Connor had to be nervous. It was going to be his first time, and she remembered her first time and her face lit up.
On reaching home, Connor smelled new smells. He could smell a different air freshener, a bit rosier than before, and the smell of fresh peppermint blended with wood. He walked around, wanting to touch things, feel things, all these stimulations were welcome and warm.
“Connor?”
“I really was missing out on so much…” His voice was a mere whisper, and (y/n) knew he didn’t even realize he was talking.
“Do you feel okay?”
“I think,” Connor took a second before turning and meeting her gaze, “I think what I’m feeling is joy. Unadulterated joy. I don’t have to scan for smells, because they come to me. I feel a bit nervous standing in front of you, your gaze is penetrating my very core—I do not know why I said that but I felt the need to—and I think I can be completely honest with you and not fear judgment—”
“Of course! I’ll never judge you.”
Connor smiled before taking a step closer to (y/n). He held her hands in his and stared at their hands, sighing after. He rubbed his thumb across the back of her palm before looking at her once more.
“You feel so soft,” He whispered, “Your fingers are smaller than mine.”
(y/n) took a step closer and noticed their height difference.
“You’re taller than me, too.” She said, grinning.
“You gave me a chance, and for that, I feel so grateful.”
“I love you, Connor.”
His eyes widened at her words. His grip tightened on her hand and he embraced her instantly, not wanting her to see his facial reaction. He had never imagined that being told ‘I love you’ by someone you loved could cause such a reaction—he felt like he had nothing more to accomplish in his life because he had it all in the tips of his fingers.
He shut his eyes and smelled her hair before feeling that strange warmth again. His hands wound themselves around her form, pulling her into him, crushing her into him. She giggled before she felt his hand slide down her back, placing itself on the small of her back, and the other hand wound itself around her shoulder blades, cradling her. Connor’s nose found itself at the crook of her neck, smelling her, never having felt this close to her before.
“Am I making you uncomfortable?”
(y/n) sighed before pulling away, placing a hand on his cheek.
“Not at all. Connor,” She almost got lost in his eyes, “How are you feeling right now?”
He didn’t waste any time in answering, “I want to kiss you so bad.”
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He knew what sex was.
An android was aware of how human beings procreated; a biological process that maintained progeny. He also knew that human beings indulged in sex because it felt very good. However, he didn’t know the ‘feeling good’ part.
(y/n) was laying on top of him right then, clothes intact, and kissing him. Connor kissed her back, but there was something utterly fascinating with her being on top of him—he enjoyed every second. He felt breathless, something he hadn’t felt before, and he felt light-headed. He constantly felt like he was about to faint, but he knew he wasn’t going to. (y/n) continued kissing across his jaw and then reached his neck, giving him small bites, which radiated some sort of electric feeling all over him.
“Are you…” She was breathless as well, “Do you feel good?”
“So good.” Connor whispered, his eyes were unable to open.
Their lips crashed into each other and all they could feel was the hammering of their hearts. (y/n) couldn’t stop admiring the feel of his skin against hers, now with the upgrade, Connor’s body heat was a bit more than usual. Connor, on the other hand, wondered if this was what ‘intoxicated’ felt like—every nip and kiss was sending him to another place beyond the one he was on. His hand fell by her waist, steadying her as she straddled him, and suddenly, her hands cupped his face and her tongue was brushing against his lips, jaw, cheek in random yet quick seconds. He responded the same way, kissing (y/n) with every bit of energy he had, and far more intensely with each growing second.
And there was one thing he couldn’t stop doing—pulling her closer, closer, closer and closer.
Suddenly, Connor raised his head, pulled (y/n) down and sucked on her neck, heaving a moan out of her. He paused for a second before looking at her, (y/n) assuring him that everything was more than good. Her hands reached down and caught the edge of his shirt, pulling it off in one quick move. Connor’s hand reached the small of her back, with her still on top of him, and slid his hand under her shirt. All this while, he didn’t stop kissing (y/n), touching her, gasping at her every breath, his other hand playing with her thigh, going upwards and upwards, and feeling her gasps intensify as his hand reached closer and closer to—
Just as his fingers touched her center, she gasped unlike ever before, causing a wild rush to come over him. He pressed his thumb at her core, before noticing how she flinched and started to rub small circles around her. His finger then focused on making concentrated circles on her pussy, causing her to vibrate while she was on top of him.
“Does this feel good?” Connor asked, knowing the answer.
She couldn’t answer, she was heaving, breathing heavily, gasping for air. In one instant, Connor pushed her down, got on top of her and his hands went to her pants. She didn’t waste time, either. Pulling down her pants, she revealed her soaked underpants, and he found those strangely alluring. Connor lifted her shirt and pulled it off completely, allowing himself to take in her semi-naked appearance. His hands then slowly moved to her breasts before slipping his hand under her bra. When (y/n) let out a sigh, he felt like he could literally do anything with his hands. The anticipation drove him crazy, but there was something about taking his time that made it all the more enjoyable.
He let out a breath before removing her bra, his eyes exploring every inch of her bare chest. He bent down and nipped at her nipples, touching them softly, sucking on them lightly, and then experimenting with softer bites.
Suddenly, a thought popped into (y/n)’s head, how this was literally the first time Connor had done anything remotely sexual. As she was below him, her hands roamed his chest, pausing his movements, causing him to look at her curiously. Her hands moved down from his chest to his pants and then touched his bulge before causing him to hiss. She looked up at him with eager eyes, before forcing him to get up and remove his pants.
“Let me do this.” She whispered, still leaving him unsure of what she wanted to do.
(y/n) pushed him on the bed before kissing him once more, Connor was now naked—his penis erect and rock hard, almost as if he was born with one. When (y/n) touched him, however, Connor raised his head and let out a guttural moan, closing his eyes.
“(y/n)... That…”
Oh, she knew.
Smirking, she pumped him up and down, feeling his hardened penis fresh in her fingertips. She knew he liked it, there was no need to ask—especially with him moaning like he was seeing stars. Everything was new, everything was a novel experience for Connor and she wanted him to have the best first time he could ever have.
(y/n) wrapped her fingers around his member before pumping her hand up and down, looking at her lover in the eye. Connor struggled to maintain eye contact, and the bits when he couldn’t, he could feel her gaze penetrate into him. There was no possible way anything could beat this feeling, this was it—the pinnacle of great sensation. He was clenching his fists now, shutting his eyes, he felt like he was going into water. (y/n) pumped him a few more times before she bent down and licked the tip of his member once. He froze, and a couple of moans exited his lips, before feeling his clenched fists tighten their grip on the bedsheet. (y/n) licked his member and let her tongue go around his length, bobbing her head up and down, and went ahead to take his entire length into her mouth in one go.
“(y/n)... Oh…”
Instinctively, his hand reached up and grabbed her head, before his moans structured themselves into deep breaths. (y/n) was moving on her own now, bobbing up and down, up and down, knowing what control she had over her lover right then. Connor’s member was throbbing in her mouth, her tongue still swirling around his length.
“(y/n)... I… I need a break…”
(y/n) instantly let go and looked up at Connor’s bright face, his face was red (unlike the blue she thought) and his eyes were closed. He was breathing heavily, and his mind was blank.
“How did you feel?”
“I… I don’t think I’ve ever felt that good in my life.”
“Wow, what a moral upliftment.” (y/n) giggled before laying down beside him.
“I think I’m falling for you more now that I’ve got the upgrade.”
“It’s because you’re feeling these new things.”
“Perhaps.”
There was something he wanted to try. He turned to spot (y/n) beside him and his gaze fell on her underwear. She wasn’t wearing a bra thanks to him, but he was more curious about the heat radiating from down below. He quickly pushed the fabric aside and slipped his fingers inside her clit. (y/n) gasped before spreading her legs a bit, encouraging him to finger her more. It felt incredible, it was as if his fingers were made specifically for her, and her body felt like it was on fire. Connor didn’t pause before letting his finger enter her, enjoying the sound of her moans and gasps. Before beginning to pump in, he pulled out and pushed in another finger, quickening the pace.
Her hands flew to her side, clutching the fabric of her sheets, while Connor simply enjoyed himself.
“Connor… I…” She let out, “I need you.”
He stopped for a second before (y/n) did the rest. He was wide-eyed, as she removed her underwear and lay down. (y/n) helped Connor position himself above her, helping him lead his penis to her entrance. While Connor pushed himself inside, he felt like he was heading elsewhere—his eyes closed instantly and he felt warm, the kind of warmth that he hadn’t ever felt before. (y/n)’s hands wound themselves around his back, pulling him to her, feeling that fuzzy sensation in her stomach.
“Connor…” She gasped, before feeling him move.
He moved up and down, quickening his pace, relaxing into it, sweating, breathing, heaving, moaning, gasping—he felt like he was one with her and that was perhaps the best feeling he had ever felt in his life. You started to move a bit, however, his hands pinned her down and he kept at it. Connor’s pace was driving her crazy, and (y/n) wasn’t sure if it was because he was an android or because she loved him or both. Connor’s right hand grabbed her breast before playing with it, as he kept pushing into her.
“I’m going to…” (y/n) gasped, before letting out a louder moan, “I’m going to come.”
Connor felt like he was catching on fire. He wasn’t sure what this sensation was, but his body was begging for him not to stop.
“I feel like…”
“Shh, Connor… Just keep going… Don’t stop.”
Connor listened and followed. He kept his pace up, and a second later, she exploded—gasping out his name, shaking and feeling blinded by pleasure. Connor couldn’t stop despite how she came undone, he was close but he didn’t know for what, he was warmer and getting warmer by the second—
He held (y/n) tightly as he felt like he exploded. He was shivering, breathing heavily as if he had run a marathon (which would still not tire him out), and everything felt new. He couldn’t catch his breath, but the feeling was brilliant. He lay beside her, holding her, breathing heavily with her.
“So you’re not a virgin anymore.” (y/n) giggled.
There was no space for thought. He couldn’t think, except for how his orgasm felt and how she was responsible for giving it to him.
“I love you so much.” Connor said, unable to look at anything but her.
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Requested by anon: You taking care of Connor while he is sick
Word count: 731
#Blurb Week 1
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"Atchoo" Connor sneezed and woke up. His throat was sore, and his eyes were so heavy that he would probably just go back to sleep if it wasn't for his phone ringing.
"Hi," He said with a raspy voice, almost inaudible.
"Hi, Connor, Andrew here. We are filming some extra footage to the flow promo today. If you could please he here at 13:00 that would be perfect" Connor looked at the clock marking 9a.m. He was supposed to be up at 7a.m. so he would finish some editing before the rest of the video was filmed. But he lost the track of time this morning. Y/n was also sleeping still cuddled up in him.
"Okay. I will be there. Bye" Connor considered going back to sleep he was feeling his entire body extremely cold for some reason, and he also loved morning cuddles. But of course, time was short since his alarm didn't get off at 7 as he had planned. Connor slowly untangled himself from his girlfriend, making sure to not wake her up. He sited on the side of the bad feeling his head was about to explode, he also suddenly felt the need to trow up, and he tried to drink some water from the cup of water you always keep in your bedside. It didn't help him at although, it just made it worse. As soon as the water reached his stomach, he was sprinting to the bathroom and throwing up everything he had. You woke up with the sound some minutes later, it took some seconds to figure out what was going on until you looked at your side and noticed Connor was not there.
"Are you okay Baby?" You asked, reaching the bathroom door and seeing Connor brushing his tooth.
"Not really." He said, his voice very low and raspy.
"What's going on," You asked hugging him from behind and waiting till he was done brushing his tooth.
"My head hurt so bad," He said, turning around and hugging you. His head burning your neck.
"I think you have a fever Blue eyes," You said hugging him tightly back.
"But y/n, I have to work," He said, making you smile, he was very committed with everything from work, and this wouldn't be different.
"Come back to bed Connor, I will bring you some tea and a fever pill," You said, grabbing him by the hand and guiding him back to bed. You put the covers in him but before you could move to go get him the things he needed, he grabbed your waist and pulled you back to lay down with him. "Baby you need meds, let me, please go them for you."
"My head hurts Y/n," He said hugging you and putting his head on your chest.
"I know Con, that is why I was going to grab your pills, remember?" You explained slowly. But all he did was grab your hands and put it in his head.
"Please don't go," He asked sniffing in the end. He couldn't open his eyes anymore, but he was crying from the pain he was feeling in his head. And the last thing he wanted was to be alone right now.
"Baby, I need to go get you medicine. So your head can stop hurting, I promise I will be fast." You said, trying to get out again from his embrace but falling one more time.
"Please don't go," he sniffed again. "I don't want to be alone," He said, tears still leaving his eyes.
"Okay baby, I will stay and massage your head for a while. And then I will go get you the fever meds and call Andrew that you can't go work today." You said, bringing your fingers to his hair and carefully massaging his scalp, making him whisper in relief. He did' t answer to your proposition, but he was asleep again after some minutes, so you got up and called Andrew. You also made him a cup of tea and grabbed him some fever pills. He spent the entire day glued to you, as he always did when he was sick. But you didn't bother at all and kept cuddling him the whole day, having small fights to make him let you go to make him food or grab him a cup of water.
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Hank’s not so subtle glare made Connor catch the coin with fast fingers, putting it into the pocket of his expensive, dark blue tuxedo. He couldn’t really help fidgeting with it when he was waiting idly for the next move or nervous - and in that moment he was both. Hank stretched his legs with a sigh from his seat in the self-driving black limousine that was sent specifically to collect him and his partner from the precinct. The little screen at the front of the car flashed with the blue letters of the destination: Grand Detroit Hotel.
Connor had never been to a Gala before. Of course, there had never been a reason for him to attend one, until now. Apparently, the proclamation of android rights brought the need to celebrate, and in the most luxurious way possible.
Even President Warren was rumoured to be there, which left little doubt as to how fancy this event would be.
It didn’t help that Connor was to be one of the guest stars (along with Markus and the Jericho deviants): his march as the leader of an army of thousands of androids didn’t go unnoticed. There was a 80% probability that the eyes of the journalists would be glued to him. From the corner of his eye, Connor saw Hank squirm impatiently in his seat, clearly uncomfortable in that black suit, and knowing that he wasn’t the only nervous one made him feel better.
To compensate for the lack of his coin, Connor eyed the colorful stream of streetlights and flashing signs that flew by. Though this new hobby was cut short by the limo gradually slowing down, until it finally halted in front of the notorious high end hotel.
“Ah, finally. My ass was getting sore in here.” Was Hank ’s comment.
The doors of the limo opened and as soon as they did, Connor had to squint at the explosion of white flashing lights, the clicking of several cameras stunning him. Hank growled at the curious journalists and paparazzi, but their attention was quickly drawn to someone else as the crowd erupted in a collective ‘oh’.
Connor was immediately grateful for not needing to breathe, because he would have undoubtedly forgot how to do it.
From another limousine, a glowing smile and confident posture, appeared you. Connor was used to the feeling of his poor thirium pump skipping a beat whenever you were near him, chatting or simply stealing glances, but he was certain that after tonight he’d need to substitute it completely.
Your heels clicked on the pavement as you strode towards him and Hank as if the paparazzi weren’t even there, your orange dress dancing with every step you took. Connor wondered whether it was by coincidence or destiny that the shade of your dress matched his blue tuxedo perfectly.
Connor corrected himself: the probability of him being noticed when you were present dropped to a 57%, but he wasn’t really sad about it.
When you linked your arm with his, he would have gulped if he could.
“Good evening, gentlemen! May I ask you to accompany me upstairs?” your eyes were lit with excitement and Connor absolutely loved that. “Honestly, I can’t wait to take these heels off". You leaned in to whisper into Connor’s ear, and in that exact moment you heard the flash of a camera and its white light blinded you.
The playfulness of your tone, paired with the redness of your cheeks, made him stammer in his response. “We - yes, that’s exactly what we’re going to do".
Connor hated that Hank rolled his eyes. Did he really sound that stupid?
The party was as spectacular as he thought it’d be. The main hall was already full of important politicians, journalists went to and fro taking pictures, and other guests ate from the rich buffet tables that had been set up. Hank had left the two of you alone some minutes prior because, as he said, he had ‘someone important to see’. Connor didn’t buy it, but he was grateful for the time he got to spend with you at his side - it made conversing with interviewers and senators easier. He found a spontaneity he didn’t know he had thanks to you.
“Well, look who it is.”
Connor didn’t need to turn around to know who had spoken, yet he did. His deep red suit stunned him for a moment.
Elijah Kamski. Of course he’d be there. The former CEO of CyberLife and creator of androids couldn’t miss the celebration of the freedom of his creatures.
A Chloe was gracefully smiling, arm-in-arm with him, clad in a stunning midnight blue dress.
“Connor. Detective (L/N). It’s nice to see you here.” Connor didn’t miss Kamski’s lustful glance to your attire. For some reason, that stirred an itch in him that he couldn’t quite comprehend.
You were faster to reply than he was. “Pleasure’s all ours, Mr Kamski.” you looked around the room casually. “How does it feel, seeing your creations now roaming about just as freely as you?”
Kamski chuckled, his icy eyes glued to yours. Connor felt invisible. Whatever it was he was feeling, he didn’t like the attention you were receiving from the man. He didn’t pay much attention to the rest of your conversation, being so focused on his own thoughts, until you nudged his elbow gently, clearly a request for his attention.
“Chloe is deviant too, now.” You pointed your chin to the lovely android next to Kamski.
Chloe smiled a real, human smile, her eyes finally lighting up with emotion and feeling.
“She’s wonderful, isn’t she?” Kamski cast a glance towards the blonde android, then looked right into Connor’s soul, expecting a reply from him. What was the right answer? His social relations program struggled to keep up with all the possible conversational options, until he decided to settle on the friendliest one.
“Yes, she’s really pretty". He punctuated his sentence with a smile, trying to appear as amiable as possible.
He immediately regretted his decision upon seeing all the light and giddiness disappear from your face, your lips going from a lovely smile to a tight-lipped line. He opened his mouth to say something more, something like “but she doesn’t compare to (Y/N)” because he truly felt that, but for the second time that evening, someone else was faster to speak.
“It’s nice seeing you in something other than a police uniform.” Kamski’s attention was once more on you. “You look less menacing and more...beautiful”.
Connor felt his jaw clench instinctively (since when did he have instincts?) as he waited for your reaction. He had the irresistible urge to pull you closer, and he was surprised to find out that he wanted to tell Kamski to fuck off (obviously that was Hank’s influence). So much for being friendly.
You only smiled bitterly, tucking a strand of your elaborate updo behind your ear. “If you’ll excuse me…” and with that you were off, hurrying away from the three of them as if your life depended on it. Shit. He had to fix this.
He stood there, dumbfounded, then Kamski raised a brow. “Well?”
Connor was shook out of his daze and started chasing you like when he ran after a criminal. Your dress stood out against the sea of blues and blacks, making your pursuit easier. Not that Connor would’ve had any difficulty spotting you with his android senses.
Connor pushed past the other guests until he made it to the terrace. He was totally enraptured by the way you glowed against the night sky, looking like the sun itself.
He went to stand a few feet away from you, to give you space and to assess in what state you were. When he heard you sniff his heart skipped a beat.
What were the right things to say in moments like these? How he wished he knew more about human etiquette.
He observed from the corner of his eye as you looked up to the sky, then to him, briefly, averting your eyes when you saw that he was looking at you. Not a good sign.
“Uh, lovely view, isn’t it?” Connor hated that your voice cracked.
He wasn’t buying your shallow attempt at small talk, cutting straight to the point as always. “What’s wrong, (Y/n)?” He asked, even though he had a feeling he knew as to what it was.
“Nothing. I just needed a bit of fresh air.” you still wouldn’t look at him.
Connor frowned. “You know, you’re a pretty terrible liar for a detective.”
You ignored his comment, and instead turned to look into the hall. Connor followed your gaze, his eyes leading him directly to Chloe. So, his assumption was right.
“Chloe is really beautiful. She’d be a perfect girlfriend for you.” You tried to sound as casual as possible, but there was no fooling Connor around.
He knew your every quirks and manners too well to be deceived by your confident façade.
“And so would Kamski for you.” It was that strange itch that made him say that.
You scoffed. “As if I would even think about it.”
And he would never dream of getting with Chloe, when the one who had completely bewitched him, body and soul - whether he had one or not, was you. He wondered if it was right to confess his feelings, or whatever they were, now. You had gotten the wrong idea, and he wasn’t pleased about it.
“When Kamski said that you were beautiful...I felt...strange. Uncomfortable.” Slowly, he got ever so close to you, his hands gliding on the balcony. “Can you help me understand that?”
Finally, you looked up at him, your sad eyes meeting his warm browns. Connor felt something inside him melt and go completely awry.
“I know that feeling.” You admitted. “It’s the one I felt when you said the same about Chloe.”
There was a silence, then you shook your head and said it. “Jealousy".
He risked taking another step towards you. And then another, until his chest was almost brushing yours. He was pleased that you didn’t shy away from him.
“Jealousy only occurs when one experiences romantic feelings for somebody.” He murmured, brushing his hand to yours. “Am I right?”
Suddenly, you grabbed his tie, pushing him down to your level. “Oh, just kiss me Connor!”
For a moment, he was so stunned that he remained there, hovering over you, trying to keep his biocomponents from imploding.
He didn’t realize he was kissing you until his lips were on your soft ones, his hands holding your face desperately, not giving a damn about your elaborate hairstyle as he pulled you against his chest. He was living his most intimate dreams as your lips danced against each other in unison, your hands combing through his hair, caressing his neck, feeling his muscles move under your touch. Connor didn’t want to stop. He realized he could’ve done it for all eternity, just kissing and kissing and kissing you until the end of time.
It’s only out of courtesy that he pulls away, giving you time to breathe. Your lips left his with an adorable ‘pop’, and he hummed at how swollen and damp they were.
“I wouldn’t date Kamski in a million years.”
“Chloe doesn’t compare to you.” He finally said it.
“So, now we’re even.”
You laughed heartily and Connor followed you, holding your face in his hands to take in all of your beauty. Happiness suited you.
“Even".
And Connor pulled you in for another kiss.
***
“See? I told you he liked her.” Kamski sipped his whiskey, but not before giving the female android a playful smirk.
