Comfort Zone (Connor x Reader)

Forty-Nine

(Bit of a Mature Warning here.
Connor, who taught you this stuff?)

Feeling only mildly better, you let Connor take your wrist and attempt to guide you towards the front door. Reed had taken a few steps back, talking to Hank in a quiet, sobered voice. He still looked upset, but not nearly as close to the edge as he'd been earlier. The man was... stable. Unhappy, but stable.

The main reason for his stability approached swiftly before the RK800 could take you back home. Cloud swallowed you up into his arms, and you clung back just as tightly. "Thank you," you whispered, barely heard through his jacket, your mouth pressed into his shoulder. "I... y.... y-you always had a good head soldered to your shoulders." Realizing you were on the verge of crying again, you were held tighter. "...... how are you managing...?"

"Barely," your partner replied. "Is this how you felt...? Desperate, helpless, terrified... that you are one incorrect word from--"

"Shh. Yes, but... don't think about those things. You're doing the right thing and I'm so happy you're here."

Vibrant eyes met the dark ones of his predecessor. [There is something you wish to ask me, Connor.]

[There is.]

Before the question could even rise to the surface, Cloud interjected. [I'm not attracted to her. Or any female. Detective Reed demanded a polygraph for that same question. So before you ask, I'm 100% proudly gay.]

Behind you, your Roomba gave a fantastic expression of puzzlement. [That is... not what I wanted to ask.]

[...... I'm not attracted to you, either.]

[THAT'S NOT WHAT I'M ASKING!] The RK800 was grumbling silently to himself, looking away from the other android.

Cloud shot a wink when he caught the Roomba's gaze. [What are you wanting to ask of me, then?]

There was a pause; you knew the pair were talking, seeing the yellow light at your partner's temple. So you stayed quiet, enjoying the embrace. [...... Hank said this situation was a little too close to home for you. Would you elaborate? Or just a memory probe?]

The RK900's face slowly fell, eyes pointed at the wooden floor. [I refuse the memory probe. I am not ready to explain, either. I am sorry, but do not insist on this.]

So it was worse. Connor managed a glimpse of his crooked smile. [I will not insist, then. Elaborate if and when you are ready.]

The taller android frowned. [...... do not ask her, either.]

[It hadn't crossed my mind. This is a delicate matter, I will not pry.]

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Effectively drained once more, you and your Roomba returned to the apartment only after Gavin promised to keep in contact daily. At least with Connor; he did warn that he'd need space from you, which you understood. But Cloud would stay with him, whether Reed liked it or not. He couldn't stop the tall prototype from worrying.

Finally trudging into the lovely apartment, you made a beeline for the couch, flopping onto it facedown. The android noted the still-unfinished breakfast attempt. But now it was well into the afternoon, and it didn't look appetizing. He carefully wrapped and stored what was still edible, tossing the rest and cleaning the counters.

"... Connor, you don't have to do that..." you called faintly from the sofa. You didn't move otherwise.

"Actually, I do. I made the mess, technically speaking, so therefore it is my duty to clean it." He soon peered over the back of the couch, seeing you immobile. "Detective, you need to eat."

"Hard pass, honey." You still did not move. "I'll eat eventually. I just... can't be bothered." Soft footsteps went around the end of the couch, stopping in front of you. When nothing happened, you turned your head enough to find the android watching you silently. "... what?"

Connor had picked up on some unusual and unique human interactions after he'd gone deviant. One of them, he discovered, was close to a torture method. He knew if he stood there long enough and carefully smiled, not saying a word, you would react appropriately.

And sure enough, after a couple minutes of getting no response from him, your head lifted. "Connor. What is it? What are you--no. No no no, don't you fucking dare!"

His grin widened a sliver as you scrambled to get up and away from the sofa- or rather, him. But the RK800 was built to chase, so you were snatched with his arms around your waist, back against his chest as you were lifted and prevented from getting away. "What's the matter, Detective," he asked, voice feigning innocence. "You seem scared..."

"Connor I swear to fucking God don't you dare!!" Legs kicking, you were squirming as wildly as you were able; unsurprisingly, breaking an android's grip was nigh impossible. "Connooooor!! Put me down!!!"

"Your body struggles for freedom, but there is humor in your tone. I can tell you're smiling, Detective. What are you so scared of?"

"Android Model Number RK800, tickling your superior is not your objective!!!"

Connor said nothing, slowly bringing you back down to the floor. His arms still had you locked in place, and while the rhythm in your chest was rapid, your senses were heightened tremendously. So when your Roomba spoke into your ear in a quiet, rough voice, you damn near whimpered from the wave of heat. "Then I will cut you a deal. Come with me so I can make certain you get sustenance... or I find out just how ticklish you are. And you cannot threaten me with bodily harm; I am designed to prevent it."

All the squirming came to a sudden halt. Head turned away, you bit back your own smirk. "Physical retaliation is only one option, you know."

"It's the most common reaction." The grip on your body tightened. "Well? Will you admit defeat and accompany me to get food?"

Fucker thinks flirting will get him everything. But I can flirt too.

Your arms were free, so you lifted one, carefully bending it to grasp the back of Connor's head, pulling it forward. Before he could process the change in your demeanor, you leaned and gently nibbled at his ear.

--whoa. Androids get goosebumps?

Ignoring the screaming program errors, the android spun you around, swiftly backing you up until you hit the wall. Like before, you were blocked in, but there was almost zero space between. The RK800 had his forearms against the wall on either side of your head, his chest keeping you still with minimal effort. You'd shut your eyes as you hit the wall, but there was no feasible way to ignore the lips brushing your own. ".... Connor...?" you whispered, suddenly desperate for him to close the gap.

One arm lowered, hand grasping your jaw; the android's eyes were hazy. "Detective, you shouldn't play with fire." The crooked grin spread, pushing his lower half into you and relishing the color rising in your face. "Because I promise I will fuck you until your insides burn."