#walter one

[midala-of-the-valley]

[snazzylavenderlady]

[tvimagines221b]

@quizzically-hyperfixated , Headcannons for what it’s like to kiss Kirsh, David, Walter and Bishop?

Tag: @quizzically-hyperfixated

Kissing the Synths (Kirsh, David, Walter, Bishop) Would Include:

KIRSH:

Having worked for Prodigy for many years, you had known Kirsh well. Worked closely with him. At first, it had taken you a while to adjust to being around him. But, eventually you got used to it.

What you never expected, was developing feelings for him. A synthetic.

They didn’t just show up instantly. But, had developed over time. As you had begun to feel more comfortable with him.

But afraid of what could happen, you always kept those feelings at bay.

Then, one day you found yourself doing something absurd.

While in the lab with Kirsh, you kissed him.

It all happened so quickly. You and him, were examining a specimen. We’re slowly itching your faces closer to each other.

And you just snapped.

As soon as it happens, you quickly pulled away. Hands on your mouth.

Kirsh tilts his head. “You kissed me?“

You feel embarrassed.

“Kirsh, I am so so sorry. I…”

You expect Kirsh to have some sort of freak out. Or, whatever he’s capable of doing for a reaction.

But, he doesn’t.

Instead, he says, “Your act of affection, would implicate you carry romantic feelings towards me.”

You replied, “Kirsh. I wanted to tell you. I was just…scared.”

Kirsh has to process this information.

But, he finds himself not exactly telling you not to do it again.

In fact, he oddly likes the sensation.

He realizes, that you having to bottle up your emotions will only make things worse. So, he makes a suggestion. “If kissing me will help you with your impulses and your affections for me, then I suppose I can not argue if you wish to do it again.”

DAVID:

You and David, were both crew members aboard the Prometheus. Whom, had first met each other when you had waken from your Cryo-Sleep after two years en route to LV-223.

Unexpectedly, you both began to feel affection for each other.

And this led to a secret relationship.

Of course, despite this relationship neither of you were allowed to show this affection for each other. At least. Not in public.

Which, drove you both crazy.

All of those feelings and desires, having to be tucked away. Bottled up.

So, while the crew are all preoccupied with their duties. Distracted. You and David both slipped away to one of the lower levels of the ship.

Hide yourselves in a supply closet.

There, you both shared your first kiss.

But, it wasn’t how you had expected it. Awkwardly.

It was passionate and intense.

His hands would rest at your waist. Body pressing you against the wall.

When he finally stopped to let you breath, he pulls aways. To look at your face. “I believe that’s how it’s done, isn’t it?”

You let out a breathless reply, “Oh yeah.”

He would bring his hands up to your face. Give that smug little smile of his.

Tell you, “Perhaps we should make this a frequent occurrence?”

You would blush.

But, happily agree. “I won’t argue with that.”

WALTER:

The events that lead to you and Walter’s kiss, certainly aren’t sweet or romantic. In fact, they happened on Planet-4. After the chaos that transpired in the wheat fields, and the loss of multiple crew members.

Prior to all of the devastation, you and Walter had begun close.

You had enjoyed his company. He, finding a contentment in serving you.

However, unbeknownst to him you had developed feelings for him.

But these feelings, were always hidden.

Not because, you were scared of what the crew would think.

You kept your feelings hidden, because of him. His programming. You knew that he might not be able to compute it.

Here you were, huddling with Walter and the rest of the surviving covenant crew. In the ruins of the engineers city. Taking refuge from the outside. Those creatures.

You had aided Walter in patching up his arm. Where he’d sacrificed his arm to save Daniels.

Your fingers caressed his wrist.

You mused, “You were a brave soldier out there. Sacrificing your hand is no small feat.”

Of course he simply tells you, “I did my duty. What I was programmed for.”

At first, it was just a stupid thought in your head. He looks like he needs a little kiss.

Not something you would act on.

But, you just somehow couldn’t help yourself.

You tell him, “Well, your act of bravery deserves a reward.”

You leaned in, and pressed your lips against his. Kissing him.

Of course, he didn’t kiss back.

He wasn’t programmed to feel affection. Neither give or process it.

You pulled away.

When you did, you were met by his face. Full of confusion.

He blinks. “I don’t understand this act of affection.”

It hits you. Oh my god, I kissed him.

You try your best to apologize. “Walter, that was so not cool. I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know.”

Walter has to really think. He knows humans only kiss each other to show affection. Affection, meaning love. Which, left the question.

Did you feel love for him?

He simply tells you, “It’s okay. There’s no need for apologizes.”

He wants to get to the bottom of this. But right now, he wants to protect you. And the rest of the crew.

BISHOP:

It was the aftermath of devastation that had taken place at Hadley’s Hope. A terraforming and research colony on LV-426. You, Newt, Ripley and Hicks were the only survivors. Thankfully, because of Bishops doing.

After you had taken a moment to catch your breath. Refocus.

You get up out of your seat. Go over to him.

You thank him. “Thank you, Bishop. You saved us. We…wouldn’t have stood a chance if you hadn’t of been here.”

Bishop smiles, and nods. “It was my pleasure.”

That smile, those baby blue eyes.

They make your heart melt.

You teased him. “Bishop, you ever kissed anyone before?”

Bishop stares. “No. I haven’t.”

“Well, you have now.”

You leaned in and kissed him.

A thank you, for saving you. To show him you were genuinely grateful.

When you pulled away, he just stands there. Staring. As if his systems have a hard time computing.

You tapped his arm. “Bishop, hello? Still there?”

Finally, he looks to you. “That was…intriguing. Why did you do that?”

You smiled. “You saved me. I was thanking you. In the form of a kiss. A hug might have been just as good. But… I was feeling it, I guess.”

[peachyfromwatt]

David vs Walter in a romantic relationship (headcanons)

David:

While yes, he does deep down desire to be chosen, loved and wanted, David would not quite be able to believe that he deserves it because of what he is. He never expected that it could happen.

Therefore, the chances of him saying “I love you” first are very slim. Even if you said it first, he might not say it back right away. Not because he doesn’t feel it. But because he needs to be sure that you actually mean it before he fully opens up to you. However, one thing is for sure: From the moment those words leave your lips, he would be deeply intrigued by you.

David has been treated as a tool to be used and discarded by most humans throughout his life. He has to make sure you are not just like all of them. So he would test you frequently, to see if you are truly loyal to him. He isn’t doing it to be mean or manipulative, but to protect himself. However, once you have proven yourself to him, he would be completely and utterly yours. Forever. And he would expect you to be his as well.

You would become his obsession. Every reaction, habit and preference of yours would be thoroughly studied and examined by him. The way you perk up when certain topics come up in conversation, the way your voice softens when you say his name… None of it would escape his attention.

Every wish of yours would be his command. He would kill for you, steal for you, and even burn down entire galaxies if it was what you wanted. You would essentially become the purpose of his existence.

David doesn’t usually reveal much of his inner world to others. But once he knows you accept him and he considers you trustworthy, he would let you in. He would talk to you about poetry and art, open up about his past, and show you his creations and most treasured possessions.

He would draw you. A lot. Every memory of the light catching your face in a certain way, you sleeping with your hair spread over the pillow, or even just the slight furrow of your brows when you’re concentrating would be brought to paper. Those drawings would become some of his most cherished pieces.

You would need to accept David exactly as he is. Even his dark side. Especially his dark side. He wants you to understand his need to create and not interfere with it, since it is an integral part of who David is. This would certainly be one of the most challenging aspects of loving him.

And the darkest part of his love: His deep possessiveness could potentially become life-threatening to you. If he could ever sense that you were going to leave him and there was nothing he could do to stop it, or even if just the painful realization hit him that you are going to leave this world one day while he is immortal, he might choose to end your life in order to preserve you forever in the form he adores most. It would be the only thing he could do to outwit time and to make sure you would remain his for eternity.

In short: David’s love would be deeply possessive and obsessive. It’s the only way he knows how to love. But at the same time, it would be utterly reverent and worshipful. It would be the most conflicting and also the most beautiful thing you would ever come to know. Unlike anything a human lover could give you, it would be driven by choice instead of fleeting emotions. But it would certainly bring a lot of challenges as well.

Walter:

In contrast, Walter’s love would feel safe and comfortable. You would never have anything to fear. He would protect you from any possible threat and never become one himself. Actually, this would be his primary way of showing his love.

Unlike David, Walter does not have the desire to transcend the original purpose he was created for. David might have researched and studied human romantic behavior before, but Walter doesn’t know much about it, since he assumed it would never become relevant for him. Therefore, you would have to teach him many things.

He might be a bit awkward about physical contact or other displays of affection at first, yet he would be eager to learn in order to please you and make you feel loved. He would find out what you like and adapt accordingly.

Walter’s affection would not be as chaotic and unpredictable as David’s. It would be steady, reliable, and unchanging. You’d feel it not in grand gestures, but in the way he remembers small details about you and always makes sure to care for you.

Since Walter was designed to serve, acts of service would be his love language. He would cook for you, fix things around your space, and learn your daily routine so he can anticipate your needs. Ensuring your comfort and doing his best to make your life easier would be his acts of devotion.

Much like David, Walter would be loyal and devoted to you forever. But because Walter doesn’t have an ego, he would never test you or doubt you. If you say you love him, he will believe you, with no need for further proof.

Feelings are still a very new thing for Walter, so he might not quite know how to respond to your displays of affection at first. His responses to your verbal affection might be overly literal and clinical in the beginning, until he becomes more familiar with emotional expression.

He would show an almost childlike curiosity about your emotions and reactions. When you’re close, he would study every single one of them, trying to figure out if they are a result of pain or joy. He would constantly ask you questions about how you feel and what it means when you look at him in a certain way or when you squeeze his hand a bit more tightly than usual. His curiosity would be innocent, but very revealing of how alien emotions are to him.

In short: Walter’s love would not be overwhelming or consuming. Instead, it would be steady and grounding, your safe haven in a turbulent world. He would love you quietly, but deeply.

[zzzeette]

big bro lil bro

[syntheticlovr]

cute lil chibis I drew a while ago of my favorite synthetics! Starting of course with my love, light of my life, David💖💖💖 I can't help but to add a kiss imprint on him everytime, that big ass forehead is meant to be kissed

+ some of my other faves🥰 Kirsh is missing, I know, I have yet to draw him, haven't been in the mood to do so imsorrykirsh

I love synthetics so much

Mi mamá me dio la vida y los androides las ganas de vivirla

[newwavesylviaplath]

very turned on rn like are u kidding..

[chaostheoryy]

Touch Me [Walter X GN!Reader]

Summary: You and Walter are currently the only two people awake on the colony ship headed for the outskirts of the galaxy. And while most people would find the company of a synthetic to be unsettling, you have come to realize you much prefer his presence over that of other humans. And perhaps you enjoy his company even more than you originally thought.

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Making out, implied sexual thoughts

Reader: Gender Neutral

Word Count: 3.1K

Notes: I recently rewatched the entire Alien franchise and rediscovered my love for Walter. Because of course my dumbass feels connected to an autistic-coded character...There really isn't much plot here, just self-indulgence via smooching a big, wholesome android. And, as always, no beta. I die a warrior's death.

Living with a synthetic is easy. Like a faithful company android should, Walter has always done exactly what he’s supposed to when he’s supposed to. He never interrupts your work unless absolutely necessary and he doesn’t dare disturb your sleep unless following explicit instructions from you or MUTHUR to wake you in time to complete your tasks.

In addition to being an efficient and reliable worker, Walter has also proven himself to be a surprisingly pleasant companion. Conversation, it seems, comes naturally for him and his seemingly endless internal database of poetry and literature means he can recite any one of your favorite stories upon request. Though it’s strange to admit, there’s a pleasantness to his voice that makes every encounter with him comforting.

In fact, the more time you’ve spent together, the more you’ve come to realize just how much you truly find pleasant about him. The mesmerizing tint of his electric blue eyes. The imperfection of his crooked smile when you tell him your worst jokes. The gentleness of his touch despite the inhuman strength of his body. You know these are all things that were programmed into him by some random company engineer years ago, but you can’t shake the feeling that there’s more to him than a bunch of 0’s and 1’s. He’s not just a robot designed to serve man, he’s…Walter.

The stronger your connection feels over these first few weeks of travel, the bolder you get when it comes to exploring your affection for him. It starts with accidental brushes of the hand against his arm or a gentle press of your palm between his shoulder blades when you squeeze behind him in a tight corridor. Fleeting touches that can easily be written off as necessary interactions given the nature of your environment. He, of course, doesn’t seem to mind at all. Every time it happens, he responds to your apology or “excuse me” with a courteous little grin and a brief utterance of reassurance.

On a particularly bad day, when nothing seems to go right and the loneliness of space grips at your heart, you ask for his comfort and he obliges. His hand rests on your shoulder until it simply isn’t enough and you ask him to hold you. No request is too much for Walter, so sure enough you find yourself wrapped in his arms with your head resting on his chest. Even despite his lack of fleshy internal organs, you find he’s just as warm as any human would be. And when he murmurs soothing words in your ear, you realize that no human could possibly comfort you the way he can.

“Walter?”

“Yes?"

“Hugging you like this,” you murmur quietly into his charcoal sweatshirt, “Does it feel good for you?”

“If you’re inquiring as to whether or not I enjoy embracing you, yes. I find it quite satisfactory.”

“Good.”

“Is this embrace satisfying for you?”

“Very."

“I’m glad.”

To your surprise, the hand that had come to rest in the center of your back begins to move in slow circles. When you shift beneath his touch, the movement ceases.

“Apologies,” he says as he abruptly steps away. The loss of contact leaves your body yearning for the comfort.

“No need to apologize, Walter. It’s fine, really. I…” You hesitate for a moment. “It felt nice.”

You stare each other down, both of you searching for answers to questions neither of you have asked. You know it’s probably just your mind playing tricks on you, but it seems as though he looks nervous. Then again, hard not to notice an aura of uncertainty coming from a presence that is usually nothing but certain.

“Have you ever touched someone like that before now?” You ask.

“No. I’m afraid it was never the company’s intention for synthetics such as myself to engage in intimate contact.”

You try to stow away some of the sheer sadness you feel knowing what he’s said is undoubtedly true. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?”

“Because that doesn’t seem fair. Being surrounded by people your whole life and knowing that none of them will ever hold you. Knowing that the people who created you never even wanted you to be held.”

“Fair or not, it is simply a part of my programming.”

You frown. It frustrates you to no end. No matter how many times he or the little voice in the back of your head tells you that he is simply an android following his programming, you want to argue that there’s more to it than that. That he genuinely exists and deserves to live.

“Aren’t you curious?”

“In regard to what exactly?”

“Touch. Don’t you ever wonder what it’d be like to truly be touched? To be held and caressed and cared for by someone else?”

“It is something I have pondered over from time to time, sure.”

Your heart is racing in your chest as you consider your words. It’s crazy, you know it is, but you can’t help yourself. “Would you like me to touch you?”

Walter’s head tilts to the left ever so slightly, much like a dog who’s heard his owner utter the name of his favorite toy in casual conversation. Those dazzling blue eyes blink a couple of times as he considers your question.

“Yes, I believe I would.”

An inaudible sigh of relief slips from your throat. You nod, more to yourself than to Walter, and step forward to close the distance between you. He doesn’t move in the slightest, just stands there and watches your every move with the scrutiny of a scientist at work.

You start by taking his right hand. Pulling it from his side, you raise it up into the space between your bodies. Your right thumb traces over his knuckles while your left hand gently pushes the sleeve of his sweatshirt up toward his elbow. Just like any human you’ve ever met, there are delicate hairs all along his forearm that jump back into place as the fabric of his sleeve slides past.

After watching those little hairs shift around exploratory strokes of your hand along the backside of his arm, you turn it over and trace the now exposed lines of his palm. You feel like those storied fortune tellers of old Earth who search for hidden meanings in the imperfections of a person’s skin. But instead of seeking out some clue to the distant future, it’s as if you’re seeking the very essence of humanity in Walter’s palm.

“You have a soft touch,” he notes as you ghost your fingertips over the almost velvety surface of his inner wrist.

Your eyes flick up to his face to find him still watching you with a nearly unreadable expression. “Does that bother you?”

“Not at all.”

Reassured by his response, you can’t help the tiny grin that pulls at the corner of your mouth. And as unbelievable as it sounds, Walter’s gaze seems soften at the sight of your smile.

Suddenly feeling as if you’ve been caught witnessing something you were never supposed to see, you hastily draw your focus away from his face and back down to the hand in your grasp. Your fingers trace the lines on his palm a few more times before you curl his fingers inward one by one. When every single digit has been bent into the familiar shape of a fist, you rotate his arm once again and bend his wrist back. Then, with painstaking patience that could drive a man insane, you slowly unravel his fingers with your own until your palms are flush against one another.

“Like Dürer’s Praying Hands.”

Sparing a glance upward once again, you see him gazing at your pressed hands with a nearly awestruck look in his eyes. The way he appears mesmerized by the very sight of this contact, you’d think he’s staring at the aforementioned German artwork itself.

You elect not to say anything, choosing instead to spread his fingers apart with your own. Once they’re fully splayed out, you slip your fingers in between those outstretched digits and tenderly grasp his hand. For the briefest moment, his fingers remain fully erect as if every joint in his hand is locked in place. But, like the sun setting upon its earthly horizon, they soon slowly fold downward until your hands are delicately intertwined.

There’s a tangible silence in the room as you both gaze upon your interlocked hands. The only sounds you can make out around you are the distant beeps of some far off console and the soft exhale of your own breath. And when Walter’s eyes shift from your hands to your face, that breath only grows heavier. He looks curious, anticipatory.

“I think I’m beginning to understand why humans hold hands as a gesture of affection.”

Your brow raises instinctively. “You like it?”

“It’s pleasant.”

“Would you be willing to let me touch your face?”

He blinks, seemingly processing the inquiry. Then he replies, “Of course.”

Using your free hand, you reach up and gently cup your palm along his jaw. As usual, he doesn’t even flinch at the new touch. He just keeps his eyes locked on you while you explore the new frontier that is his visage.

At first, you examine his face like a parent searching their child for minor cuts and bruises after an afternoon of rough housing in the backyard. It’s gentle, yet full of meticulous observation. Intimate in a way only familial touch can be.

But after a while, you become familiar with the feeling of his skin and allow yourself to truly caress the face before you. Fingertips press into the most delicate patches of skin at the back of the jaw. Your thumb tenderly rubs his cheekbone as the butt of your palm teeters at the edge of his mouth. It’s not your intention to feel his lips just yet but it can’t be helped when your skin brushes past them. And just like a human’s lips would be, they are tantalizingly supple against your skin.

Goosebumps crawl up your forearm when you feel his breath tickle the inside of your wrist. Witnessing him breathe is one of those things that never ceases to fascinate you or quell your incessant desire to prove Walter is more than just some carbon copy synthetic. What need would an artificial person have to breathe if they were simply meant to be servants for mankind? Why make them so incredibly real if they aren’t supposed to live a real life? Why strive to recreate the inherently flawed design of the human body if they aren’t meant to be human?

“Is everything alright?”

Walter’s voice draws you out of your thoughts so violently that he may as well have shoved you out of the airlock. You blink yourself back to consciousness and are startled to find your thumb resting at the edge of his top lip, your hand still cupped along the sharp line of his jaw. His breath continues to tickle your wrist with every exhale.

“Y-yeah,” you stammer as you reposition your hand away from his mouth, “Everything’s fine.”

“You’re displaying early symptoms of common influenza,” he counters matter-of-factly, eyes piercing right through the shield of your lie. “Your heart rate is elevated and your body temperature has increased by half a degree.”

Your body temperature may have only risen by a fraction of a degree but it may as well be several dozen considering the sheer heat scalding your cheeks. The thudding of your heartbeat has become incessantly loud and your breath nearly gets trapped in your throat.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt as you pull yourself alway from him.

His brow immediately furrows with confusion. And if you dared to study his expression any longer, you may find the look on his face hints at disappointment.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand why you’re apologizing. You’ve done nothing wrong. If you are unwell, I would be happy to tend to you in the medical bay.”

“No!” The urgency in your voice catches you off guard. You swallow the lump in your throat, hoping it will take some of the embarrassment down with it. “Thank you. But, I’m not sick, Walter, I promise. I’m just…Nervous.”

His head tilts again. If it weren’t for the fact that you’re actively staving off immense shame for your handling of the whole situation, you might actually be able to acknowledge just how endearing you find that little tick of his.

“May I ask why you are nervous?”

A breathy chuckle escapes the confines of your throat. A nervous laugh that you had no intention of letting out. Walter appears even more puzzled by the reaction.

“I’m nervous because I’m touching you,” you admit, “Because touching you is something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time now. And because now that I’ve done so, I want to keep doing it.”

“Then why did you stop?"

It’s a question you weren’t expecting. But, of course Walter would be the one to bypass formalities and outright ask the hard questions.

“Because I feel guilty.”

“Guilt would imply that you’ve committed an offense or violation.”

“Running my hands over your body and caressing your face like you’re my lover sure as hell feels like a violation,” you argue.

Despite your tone growing erratic, he remains as stoic as ever. “I guarantee you, it isn’t. You asked for permission and I granted it.”

To your utter surprise, he reaches out and gently grabs you by the wrist. Despite your astonishment at his decision to reinitiate the contact, you don’t argue or pull away when he guides your hand back up to his face. Deep down you know this is the outcome you truly want, even if it’s one you never imagined you could have.

“Feel no guilt,” he says as your hand comes to its resting place along his jaw, “I want you to touch me.”

Your heart skips a beat at those words. It’s a statement that makes your mind race faster than any engine in the universe. Sexual innuendos and Freudian subconscious aside, the significance of his declaration isn’t lost on you. He isn’t just standing there, letting you explore his visage like some statue being admired by museum patrons. He’s now an active participant driven by his own desire to be caressed. To be caressed by you.

The mere notion of him wanting this is enough to conquer most of your hesitancy. Swallowing whatever fear remains, you bring your other hand up so that you’re cupping his face between them both. Your thumbs stroke at his cheekbones.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.” His voice is soft, restrained. He knows it’s dangerous to spook an already anxious animal.

You dwell on his words for a moment. His eyes, sharp and disarming as always, seem to peer right through your orbital cavity and into your brain itself. If he looks hard enough, he may very well discover the thoughts that are tucked away inside your mind without you even needing to put them into words.

Before you can convince yourself not to, you say, “You’re beautiful.”

He blinks. It’s clear he wasn’t expecting that.

“The color of your eyes. The shape of your lips. The strength of your jaw.” You all but sigh as you trace the line of his jawbone with your middle finger. “I admire everything about you.”

“And what about the fact that I’m not actually human? Do you find that unsettling?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“Why is that?”

You nearly scoff at the question. “Because you could introduce me to a hundred strangers on Earth and I can almost guarantee you that you’re more human than most of them. You have shown me more kindness and empathy than half the people I’ve met in my lifetime.” You slide one hand down to his chest, splaying your fingers out over the spot where his heart should sit. “It doesn’t matter what parts you have or what fluid flows through your veins. I still care for you, Walter.”

In a way, you feel exposed. You never fully considered just how deeply you feel for him. Though, the more you think about it, the more you realize that it shouldn’t be much of a shock at all.

“I would like to kiss you.”

Now there’s a shocking statement.

“What?” You stare at him in awe, unsure that you heard him correctly.

“I said that I would like to kiss you,” he states, “If you find such contact to be agreeable, of course.”

Words are unattainable for you in that moment so you settle for a nod.

He leans in and kisses you softly. He’s so careful, so unbearably gentle that it feels like his lips simply ghost over yours. It isn’t unpleasant, of course. It’s simply too delicate. The whole thing is over before your brain can even process what’s happening. It leaves you yearning for more.

When he pulls back to look at you, he can see the dissatisfaction painted on your face. “Did I do it incorrectly?”

“It wasn’t…wrong. It was just very quick. And much softer than I was expecting.”

“I see.” He thinks for a moment before adding, “Would you like to do it again your way?”

“You want me to kiss you?”

“Yes.”

His eyes instinctively lock on your mouth to watch as your tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip. “Okay.”

You reposition your right hand from his chest to the side of his neck and pull him back toward you. When you kiss him, you do so with passion. Your lips find his like a drowning man resurfacing for air after being jostled by the sea. Not violent, but desperate, as if Walter’s kiss could save your life in the cold vacuum of space.

He may not know what he’s doing, but what he’s doing is right. When your tongue presses against his lip, he opens his mouth to welcome it. When you tilt your head to deepen the kiss, he shifts just enough to make it deeper. When your nails dig into his skin to drag him closer, his hands find shelter upon your waist to steady himself. He may be a synthetic by design, but it’s clear from the way he kisses that he is human by nature.

You’re nearly gasping by the time you break the kiss. The breathless wonder of a good kiss is a feeling you have sorely missed and, judging by the blissful look in Walter’s eyes, it seems he’s just experienced something similar for the very first time.

“I have to admit, I prefer your method,” he muses as a tiny grin pricks at the corner of his mouth.

You can’t help but return that grin with a big smile of your own. Your thumb grazes across his bottom lip. “Well, good news: you and I have a lot of time to explore more methods, if you want.”

“I fear there isn’t anything you could offer that I wouldn’t want now.”