Save me - [COMPLETE] Connor x Reader

3. TRACES

Connor's LED suddenly blinked red as he placed his fingers to his tongue, startling you.

Hank noticed your slack-jaw "It's fucking weird isn't it? It's how he samples biological evidence - built in reader in his goddamn mouth. What the hell was Cyberlife thinking with that one?" Hank rolled his eyes "You'll get used to it."

Connor's LED resumed its normal color "I suppose they placed it there because it was the most convenient. Otherwise, I'd likely need an ejectable tray or-"

"Just tell me the results kid."

"I was able to get a possible model number, based off of the hand mark," Connor rested his hands on his lips "AP400, an older model, no longer in commercial circulation. But more importantly, I felt something as I touched her throat."

"And, that's why you took a bio sample?" Hank was sitting now, his curiosity growing visibly stronger.

"Yes. It was red ice. There is trace amounts of red ice embedded in her throat, likely explaining the delayed bruise formation."

You grabbed your throat, queasy of the idea that such a thing was stuck inside you.

"I reconstructed a scenario of what I believe may have happened." Connor started pacing around the room, using arm movements to convey his idea. "I believe the deviant may have been working with red ice, hence the trace and not full pieces. The deviant, GOR we're assuming, then transferred the small shards when they exerted force upon her throat."

Hank got up and ruffled Connor's hair "Hey! Good job kid. Is it possible to get anything off of that bio sample you just took?"

Connor smiled - a boyish smile - just briefly before returning to the serious matter "Unfortunately, I was not able to take a large enough sample from the finger transfer, as the traces are embedded."

Hank was impatient "So, get a larger sample?"

The android fidgeted with his hands before fixing his posture "Yes I can, however, I would need to directly lick the source of the red ice trace," he cleared his throat before continuing "In other words, I will need to lick her neck. My social module informs me that this is highly inappropriate."

The room was filled with Hank's wheezy laughter before he regained his composure "How bout' it kid? Just pretend he's a dog."

"I like dogs." Connor smiled.

"Shut up you mutt." Hank was still laughing.

Even though you knew Connor was just trying to complete his mission, you felt a twist in your stomach. You had noticed you weredeveloping something towards the android in the small amount of time that you had known him, but you weren't sure exactly what that something was yet.

It's only an android tongue on your neck, in the most platonic way.

Right?

"Here," Connor extended his hand to you, sensing your anxiety "this will help calm you, correct? I assure you that my tongue feels realistic and will not harm you."

"For fuck sakes, it was funny before but now I'm starting to feel like a third wheel." Hank exasperated as he threw his arms into the air "I'm gonna go take a piss." He sauntered through the swinging door to the men's washroom, muttering inaudible words.

You took Connor's hand "I'm sorry. I don't mean to be weird about it." You felt bad that you had made even the hard-boiled Lieutenant feel awkward.

"It is a strange thing to have happen for the first time, I understand your concern."

"What for the first time?" you coughed.

He, rather childishly, rather cutely, stuck out his tongue and pointed to it "An androidsth tonguhh"

You tried to keep a stern face despite his actions "Don't tell me that as well as my coffee preferences, you also know I've never felt an android tongue before?" you were failing.

Connor closed his mouth and again, smiled sweetly as an answer.

What the hell did they have in your background information?

"If you're ready, may I take the sample?" One hand was already pushing your hair from your neck while the other remained in yours.

The butterflies in your stomach were no longer containable. "Okay"

Remember, It's not personal.

He moved in closer, his hair brushing against your ear. "I'm going to take the sample now" His voice was small, barely above a whisper. You did everything you could to keep your heart from exploding out of your chest. But, he probably already knew.

The wet feel of his tongue reacted with every cell in your body, causing you to sharply inhale. He slowly dragged the feeling across your skin, lighting fires within you in places other than your chest. Every muscle clamped your mouth shut to stop you from muttering his name.

Red.

Wait, red? Why is his LED red?

Connor slowly sat up, keeping eye contact with you. His lips parted slightly,

"I-"

"So?" Hank reappeared with less than impeccable timing, wiping his hands on his jeans "Get anything useful?"

Connor's temple immediately returned to blue, disregarding whatever it might have been that he was about to say "Yes. Something quite... Interesting" he let go of your hand to face Hank "It is red ice, but it appears as if there is a special ingredient."

"Special ingredient?" Hank scoffed.

Your attentiveness faded from the conversation as you touched your neck. The spot where he was. The spot where he licked. It all throbbed.

"Human DNA." You vaguely heard, drawing you from your thoughts.

What did Connor just say?

"It was still red ice, but I have detected human DNA crystallized within the red ice."

Hank's face distorted with disgust "Fuck."

He had stolen the words right out of your mouth.