November 8th, 2038

PM 08:39:57

***NSFW Chapter 2 out of 2***

There wasn't any armor, here – in the literal sense, or otherwise. You added it to the pile of insecurities, letting the momentary lapse in mental fortitude open the gate for doubts and anxiety. Being out of place in your own home, Connor was the newest addition and had more control over…everything.

Everything was out in the open.

You stumbled to the mirror from this morning; the one where you'd projected an armed hunter before leaving on an expedition to cut a tumor with merciless hands.

You'd gotten lost…really lost.

You blinked tiredly, fingers tapping along your bruise, twitching at the sudden tingling sensations that would've hurt a lot worse a few days ago. It really was a horrible thing to look at.

But it was time to stop beating yourself up.

You'd been stripped bare, and you were still standing. You'd faced insurmountable odds and overcame them. And while things may be shitty between you and your friends right now; you knew them well enough to know that, after an apology and maybe a few lunches on you – everything would fall back into place.

You'd put your time in, going through the wringer. You were clocking out. Done.

You deserved this…whatever this was, with Connor. It could be convoluted and confusing and dangerous and at the end of the day, he'd still make you happy.

You'd just returned to the bed when the door opened, and your first reaction was to cover yourself. To hide that vulnerability. There was a sense of security under your blankets, your sheets, as if you had a private domain with permissions to be granted or denied.

His gaze never left the carpet, his brows stuck in a scowl. He'd returned to a robotic stillness that'd shown even through his motions. His chin pressed to his chest as he looked at the box in his hands.

Connor, adorable and new to living as he was, still hadn't mastered…or even tried to master, masking his emotions. You'd imagined it would take him awhile.

"What's wrong?" You whispered.

You saw him differently, somehow. Felt his eyes pull at your heartstrings. The same pair that'd peered into your soul on August 15th with your world in his hands.

"I'm…" His LED blinked, jaw tensing and mouth crooked as he searched for answers, "Nervous."

The spinning ring solidified, and he dropped the purple box on the bed.

"We don't have to do this." You gave him a sincere smile, "I won't be upset, you know."

"No, I…I want to, it's just…" He seemed frustrated by his lack of understanding.

"Come here," You patted the bed, blankets covering you up to your collar bones, "Sit with me."

He nodded and did as you requested, folding a knee over the edge while a foot kept him grounded. He put his hands in his lap, twisting to face you.

You guided his jacket off his shoulders, holding it so he could retract his arms. You dropped it to the floor, his blue armband landing next to it. Your chest leveled out against his back, fingers untangling the knot of his tie.

"You just need to get comfortable." You kissed his cheek, and it bent in a smile.

"You always know what to say." He looked at you from the corner of his eye as you slid the silk out from under his collar, "Thank you."

"Don't thank me." You folded his sleeves up to his elbows, taking off his watch and putting it on the nightstand, "Take your shoes off."

He kicked them off, bending over to place them side-by-side at the base of the nightstand; removing his socks to store them where his feet were.

He cocked his head, scrunching his toes curiously, "Comfortable."

You let out a quiet giggle, returning him to your embrace. He dragged in a deep breath, resting the back of his head on your shoulder as he closed his eyes; a smile on his face in total bliss.

"Feeling better?"

"Mhm."

"Good." You kissed his neck, and his body went rigid, "And for the record…"

Your hands traversed the planes of his chest, undoing the first button on his shirt.

"I'm glad this is new for both of us, too."

You grazed him with your teeth, tongue slipping out for a taunting lick. The second button became undone.

"Are you still feeling okay…?" You whispered in his ear, nibbling on the soft patch of skin.

"Uh-huh…" He swayed in place, completely immobilized by your touch.

You continued to numb his fears with affection; decompressing with every button that came undone from his shirt.

"Tasting you was the first time I've truly tasted anything." He grinned, eyes still closed, "It was very pleasant."

"Oh, the things you say…" You snickered, kissing his LED, "Don't ever change."

"That would be impossible."

"It's a saying, Connor..."

The last button from his shirt broke free, and your hands returned to his collar.

"Wait-" He twisted around, nose smacking into yours.

You rubbed it, sitting back on your heels, "Yes?"

"You've never seen me…without clothes-"

"Connor." You snorted, "Are you serious?"

"I am made of plastic. I am a machine. You're the woman who wrote Revised Article 9. You helped…" His voice trailed off with his thoughts, "You helped create me by helping Elijah create my predecessors…And then you set me free."

"Yes. And while that's all true." You hugged him, his shirt scratching against your skin while the front hung open, "I'm still all yours."

His face crinkled. His brows knitted together, and his jaw tensed. You heard his teeth click as they snapped shut. His shoulders jumped to his ears, and slowly relaxed as he opened his eyes. Deadly.

"What?"

You were scared. Had seen that switch go off in the elevator and weren't up to having your life jeopardized again.

"I said…" You gulped, "I'm all yours, Connor."

His eyes shook. Wobbled. Flashbacks of his awakening retold themselves through microexpressions that hinted he was on the verge of breaking.

But instead of your throat, his arm locked around your waist. Instead of choking you with his strength, he stole your breath with his mouth. And instead of resisting, he let you peel off his white button-up, exploring the newly exposed skin only to pull you back in a desperate attempt to bring you closer.

Somehow, you ended up under him. His hands were too excited, his kisses too frantic to find purchase. Your palms rolled over the carved muscles in his back. Your fingers trickled down the trench above his carbon-fiber spine, tracing the beltloops around his waist. You followed the trail until metal links breaking free from leather had his belt dangling above your hips.

His lips crashed into yours, and you sank into the mattress under his weight as he kicked his jeans off; your heartbeats meeting for the first time.

"I can…I can feel your heart." He murmured, "Feel you breathe…and you're so, so warm..."

It was the second time he'd said that, and it seemed like a comfort in itself. That the two sure signs of life: a pulse and body heat, so long that it was found in you, was enough to keep him happy for an eternity.

He trembled from skin-to-skin contact. He kissed your neck, over your heart – bit at your shoulder and breasts until his hunger was satiated enough to give you a moment of rest.

He went for the box. Made your heart turn cold when he opened it, swinging his legs off the edge of the bed.

You couldn't keep your hands off – kissing the top of his head and sliding your fingers down his arms. He didn't seem to mind the attention until he folded back a piece of paper wrapping the item inside.

"Well don't watch…" He shrugged you off with a chuckle.

You peaked around him, and he blocked you with his elbow. Went to look over his shoulder, and he pushed you away with the side of his head.

"You're making this incredibly diffic-hnf-"

His whole body jerked, half-cocked to the right while his hands grabbed for the blankets.

"Uh…Are you okay?"

"I…I…I'm u-uploading ne-ew s-softwar-re..."

There was a twitch in your peripherals, then you looked down.

His black, RK800-branded boxer briefs were pulled underneath a very human attachment; all-inclusive with a pair of-

"This is a…strange, phenomenon." His clarity in speech returned.

You'd expected a colored piece of actual plastic. Maybe something that looked like a sex toy. But this…him…looked real. He was getting hard.

He grinned, hair frazzled from your constant touching, "Do you find me aesthetically pleasing?"

It'd been a long time since you were into someone like this, not that those old memories held candles to what was happening here. You were making new ones with Connor, and he'd make his first memories with you…

You were going to give him something to remember.

Your fingers snaked up his back, taking a fistful of hair and pointing his face at the ceiling.

"You're perfect for me, Connor."

A groan left him as a frustrated sigh pushed through his nose.

"But I'm a devia-"

You gripped him, and his surprised breath filled your ear. You stroked the length of his erection, the tip sliding between a gap in your fingers. His entire body went stiff. He grunted when a small leak slickened the inside of your palm.

"Deviants can feel things…" You ran your nails down his side, relishing in the shivering sensation that racked him.

His eyes squeezed shut. His LED spun yellow, arms wavering under the weight. His cheeks puffed and exhaled before his breaths came out as splinters. His hands reached around him and the fastened themselves to your thighs.

"Tight, wet things…" His cock twitched in your hand, and you smiled into his neck, "Do you want to feel that?"

He was clay in your hands, perfectly sculpted and impressionable under your touch. He was smooth; soft, all etched over an athletic build you were learning to crave. He was flustered.

"Y-yes…" He stuttered, hips jerking forward as you circled his slick head with your thumb, "I..I want to be…closer…"

"Do you need to do anything else before we can?"

"No, I-" He hissed as you traced his shaft, squeezing your legs so hard he'd probably leave a bruise.

You didn't mind.

"I…already filled it."

He glared at you, the balance of power shifting once again.

"Filled it with what…?"

A spurt of clear liquid soaked your palm. Your eyes widened, the warm; sticky substance rolling down your knuckles.

"What I'm going to use to make you mine."

He took your hand in his. Rubbed the substance between his fingertips, and slipped them in your mouth. On your tongue. Anchored his other hand on your ass as the two of you fell back into the mattress.

You shook; dripped with anticipation as his entirety sprang free of his briefs, now lost in the sheets with the rest of his clothes. He was so confident in his actions like this'd been a premeditated dismantling of you, and he was planning which piece to start with.

"You just remember…" You whispered, "You started this."

A long, shuddering breath pushed itself from him as you took him in your hand. He bit the inside of his lip, eyes squeezing shut as his LED spun yellow.

"Yes…And I will finish it."

The tip touched you. His arms tremored, and his elbows buckled; his head landing between your breasts.

"…I always accomplish my mission."

You swallowed a soft squeak, your throat dry and scratchy, "What is your mission?"

He puffed his chest, pushing himself up, "To make it difficult for you to walk tomorrow, Officer."

He grabbed your wrist and guided your hand until the swollen head of his cock parted the wet opening between your legs…until he rocked his hips and went inside you; filling you slowly.

Your bodies tensed, a soundless word rolling off his lips.

You tried to maintain composure. Tried to not completely dissolve like he was – his shoulders clamming up as he hung his head to watch you.

If it was anyone but him, it would have been unsettling. But his pure naivety, the newness of everything…You'd be lying if you said you wanted to miss any part of him experiencing this with you.

Every twitch of his nose. Every quick pinch of his brow. Every tremor that shook the dangling hairs on his forehead sway and the fabricated muscles in his arms tense.

The grinding of his teeth. The hardened line of his jaw that flexed and released. The pitch and yaw of his eyes, scanning you – all of you, at any point in time.

And he looked on with such intensity. Determination. Adjusted himself with your every response in a constant chain reaction. If your hips would move, so would his. If you began to cramp, he'd reposition the area.

Your fingers raked across his back, slipping from his body and clawing at the sheets, instead. His mouth pulled to reveal rows of locked teeth.

He tossed your arms around his neck.

"Again-" The word was breathless as he quickened his pace, "Do that again-"

He threw his head back as you shamelessly upheld his request. He loved it.

He grinded his cock in small, tight circles against your walls clamping around his shaft.

He was totally lost in feeling you, feel him. Your body rocked back and forth; held in place by the mattress and the android rolling his hips against yours; each muscle tightening around him over and over and over- and when he pulled out, that tightness hurt until he relieved it.

"Tight…"

Your thighs squeezed against his waist. He knew how to unravel you and pull you apart and you didn't care because it was him. It was Connor. The man who struck a match and set you on fire to dance in those flames no matter how much it had hurt.

He jostled the spot that never failed to produce mewling sounds of pleasure from you. He massaged it in quick, gentle pushes; his dick sliding in and out as the slapping sounds between your legs got louder.

"Wet…"

You touched your clit and wet your fingertip; the sensation making you jump, however brief. You reached up to touch him, two knuckles hooking on his chin…and you placed your finger on his tongue.

His eyes shot open, shaking as his brow creased in a harsh crevice.

"Do you like that?" You tilted your head.

The circles he spun; stretching you out just so you could squeeze against him again became wider, and he grinded harder. He nodded, eyes flitting to yours as his tongue circled your finger; teeth closing around your knuckle.

His fingers traced the curve of your jaw, turning your face to plunge his tongue deep in your mouth in perfect synchronization with his cock, buried to its base. You arched into him; gasping chests fighting each other for dominance of space.

"You taste so good…You feel, so good…" He murmured.

He wasn't the naïve android you'd met in the police station. He was someone who wanted to handle you, to redefine what you thought to be just sex.

He licked your neck, his tongue trailing up to your ear, "I love making you sweat…"

You shook in each other's company; snapping bodies filling the room with the scent of you and him.

"I love feeling your release…"

How his biceps bulged when he slipped his forearm under your neck, lifting himself from you only to watch his cock bury itself deep inside you.

"I love hearing you say my name…"

The tip of your nose ran across his forehead as he looked up to you again…eyes finding you in a small panic.

Blood rushed to your head. You saw stars, discolored shapes twisting and bending as his pace and strengthquickened, relentlessly.

There was no longer a clear definition of where you ended, and he began.

"Connor-"

"Yes-" He groaned, "Just like that-"

You cried out as he rammed you harder, and harder, hand clamped on your ass to push you against him so he could get deeper.

"I…" His LED flashed yellow, "I love…"

You bit into his shoulder, tears leaking from your eyes as a new sensation rattled through you. His skin was cold in your mouth as your teeth dug into it.

"Look at me, please-" He begged, panting as he supported your head, "I need to-"

He grit his teeth, and his dick got harder. He braced, keeping you in place.

"See you-"

He couldn't stop. Was totally entranced by every little tense action on your face like he was reading a book.

"When you-"

Your lungs tripped over themselves, their inputs and outputs getting lost in your dazed state of mind. Your vision doubled, his face floating in copies. Your muscles stopped working, and you liquified under him as he continued making love to you.

Making…love.

Everything came flooding back; a breathless, stuttering version of your name rolling off his tongue.

Your body tensed; your breathing double-timed; heart passed the red-line, pores opening one-by-one like coolant reactor chambers kicking into overdrive. Sweat pushed onto your skin, your arms latched around his neck as he embraced you in his arms; your legs crossed behind his back.

His face buried itself in your neck, and you sheltered him.

Your lips went numb. And then your cheeks, your forehead; neck, chest; legs – all your sensory data pooled at the epicenter, draining feeling away from any other part of your body.

"CONNOR-"

You shouted his name like it was the last time you'd ever say it, and he snapped. His hands jumped to your headboard, the metal bars bending and almost breaking under his grip. Had cum flowing out of your bruised cunt, numbing the aching walls around his pulsing, relaxing cock.

It would have normally been weird, the direct eye-contact in such an intimate moment. But you wanted him to see what he could do to you. Wanted to watch his cheeks flush a beautiful blue, and the panic dissolve from his precious features when his head landed on the pillow next to yours. Wanted to see his face when he finally slipped himself free.

He brushed his knuckles down your jawline, "How are you feeling, now?"

Your tired eyes fluttered as his touch ravaged your hypersensitive skin. A delirious laugh escaped you, your lips tickling against his palm, "Like I might have trouble walking tomorrow."

He gave you the widest, warmest, most human smile you've ever had the pleasure to see. One that'd slowly rose and made you wonder when it would stop…and then became lopsided in his signature grin that meant he was about to get in trouble.

You winced as his fingers plugged you, stirring his fluids with yours as he cocked his head, studying your every reaction with such fascination.

Your hands caught his shoulders, as you bucked forward, "Why-"

He interrupted you with a kiss, almost offended that you'd question him. He observed you until whatever curiosities he had were satiated, your shaking lips that were unable to form words; your body unable to do anything…

He licked his fingers from bottom to tip, slow and seductively as his eyes melted you. He blinked, nodding to himself as his LED came full-circle.

"Mission accomplished."

There was nothing but the sound of snow hitting the glass pane of your bedroom's balcony door. The subtle rattle of the window, gusts howling as the blizzard outside picked up.

While the world continued to spin and unravel itself…you'd found a moment with him. You'd found safe harbor, and hunkered down to ride out the storm.

It was nice to not be alone, this time around.

A/N: I am SO happy everyone loved the last chapter. Sorry this one took so long, it's just a very pivotal point in the fic and the betas and I (thanks guys) wanted to make sure we did our best. It also took me 11 hours to write. UGH.

I hope you love this one, too!