Smut warning, I will put a small little announcement to let you know when it begins so you can skip it if you don't want to read it! It will be my first attempt at smut, so I'm sorry if it's bad. I'm learning. I genuinely forgot when the Nutcracker Ballet first started showing it was 1892, man I am off on my information. Sorry about that everyone, I can't believe I did that.

17

20. December. 2038

"Welcome to my old flat," Lottie said to Connor as they entered the slightly dusty apartment.

He looked around with a curious expression on his face and she smiled softly as she slightly opened the windows to help clear the air. He found that it was empty and sparse, but she had kept some clothes behind in case she came back. It was her usual style of suits. She had brought a suitcase with her with clothes for the two of them.

He moved into the bathroom and noted two plastic bags on the back of the door. It was the dress she was going to wear to the ball and the suit that Markus had helped him pick out. He was tempted to open the bag with the dress but refrained. He wanted to be surprised. He heard the suitcase being set at the end of the bed and the springs quietly squeaking as Lottie sat down on it. He exited the bathroom and moved to sit with her on the bed.

"Excited?" She asked him.

"Yes, and a bit nervous," He nodded.

She grabbed his hand and intertwined their fingers. He welcomed the physical contact as it helped him to calm down a bit. They were going to go shopping after lunch and he frowned slightly. He didn't know what to get her. It didn't help that he hadn't been able to get her something for her birthday, not that she seemed upset about it. He had found her staring at a wall with a bright red flush on her face and parts of her skin that he could see.

"Can I ask what had caused you to turn such a bright red on your birthday?" He finally asked.

"It's a surprise that you're going to love," She squeaked as she remembered what North had handed her.

Lingerie, of all things it had to be lingerie, nothing but lace with garter belts. She hadn't expected the woman to hand that to her. She had it back home with the dress for the ballet, and she had gotten a text from Perenelle that had said he would love it. That was what had caused her to stare at a wall while trying to fight down her embarrassment.

"Will Perenelle be at this ball?" Connor asked as Lottie laid back on the bed and her nose scrunched up at the slight dust that came out of the blanket below her.

"She should be," Lottie grumbled with a slight frown, "She didn't say that she wouldn't be going…oh hell, we might see Hank there."

"If she can talk him into going," He chuckled as he laid back as well, a large cloud of dust following the action, "It'll be interesting to see him all cleaned up."

She let out a chuckle as well before sneezing. She heard him laugh a bit more at that and she gave his arm a light tap. She sat up and moved to sit on his hips. He seemed to grow a bit more amused as he placed his hands on her hips. She laid down on him and he relaxed.

"This doesn't bother me; you know this right?" He questioned her.

"I know," She said as she moved to look in his eyes, "Markus said that you got an upgrade, it didn't hurt, did it?"

"Not at all," He smiled at her and she looked relieved at that, "I'm glad that Markus was able to create it, smells are quite interesting."

She smiled at that and watched as he tapped his nose. She sat up and went back to sitting on his hips. He sat up as well and brought their foreheads together. He could smell the soap she used, and he could guess that it's what humans thought of as sweet. It was just an increase of code and a program that allowed androids to smell like humans could.

"I'm glad you enjoy it," She grinned, "Though I feel bad that you were at a crime scene when it finally installed."

His nose crinkled a bit at the memory. Niles had thought it was hilarious when he had suddenly made a choking sound when he was finally able to smell. A decomposing human body hadn't been what he had first wanted to smell with his update. Lottie had given him a sympathetic look while Hank had a slight grin on his face. He wasn't upset at Hank; he knew that the man had found it funny due to the Ortiz incident.

He watched as Lottie got up from his hips and headed into the kitchen. She was ready to eat and he knew that their lunch out was going to be watched by English reporters. How they found out they were in the area he didn't want to know. He got up from the bed and moved to hold her hand.

"Ready for lunch?" He asked her with a slight smirk.

"Using Transportation for long distance travel uses up a lot of energy," She explained as she pressed a kiss to his jaw, "Did you have a place in mind?"

He gave her a smile at that, and she soon found herself sitting in a café with a cup of tea in front of her and a sandwich. He could see the reporters from the corner of his eye, and he knew it was best to get it over with. Lottie was a clean eater and had finished quickly. He enjoyed watching her nurse her cup of tea in her hands.

"It smells nice," He commented, and she gave him a soft smile.

"I never asked if you could taste," She softly admitted, "I didn't want to know if you could since you analyze blood with your tongue."

"I can in a sense," He answered, "But it's quite different to how you can."

She nodded her understanding at that, and he began to talk to her about different things. Knowing something about someone and learning about them was different. He had learned her past and story through a connection with her, and she had done the same. He wanted to know her favorite color and her favorite food. She wanted the same with him.

He learned that her favorite color was light brown, and she learned that his was blue. They had both found a fondness for their colors due to the other. Lottie loved his eyes and he loved how blue brought out her's. She found it a bit funny that his hair had started to curl a bit since he deviated, and he pointed out that her's had grown longer since he had first met her.

"I thought a change was in order," She softly told him as she pushed some of the longer strands behind her ear.

One side of her hair was longer than the other and it didn't look good slicked back. He noted that she was parting it in a more feminine manner. He enjoyed brushing the long strands away from her eyes though she always seemed to be asleep when he did.

"Bunch of vultures," She muttered as she peered at the reporters, "But…I'd never regret kissing you on live broadcast."

"Or in the bedroom," He teased, and she turned a light pink, "Or out in public."

"Connor," She squeaked out, "You really like teasing me, huh?"

"Among a few other things," He smirked.

He watched as her expression became surprised before the light pink turned into red. She busied herself with her tea. He moved his foot forward and bumped it into hers. She smiled slightly and finished her tea. They left the café holding hands and could hear the slight snapping of cameras as pictures were taken of them.

"Do you want to do our shopping at Westfield London?" Lottie asked him, "It's one of the biggest malls in the city."

"Can we also stop in the smaller stores on the street?" He asked with a slightly excited tone.

"Of course."

He grinned and Lottie made a mental note to take a shower when they got back to the flat. They spent three hours shopping, most of that time was spent in the smaller shops that sold specialty items. Lottie had gotten Carl an old book on magical portraits that he might enjoy and had gotten Hank a few records that held Jazz music on it. She was sure that he didn't have any of the songs on it. Connor found it difficult to buy items due to not being used to it. For Carl he decided that a bottle of Irish whisky was safe, and for Hank a book on murder mysteries.

Lottie was a bit worried about him when he said that he wanted to split up in the mall for a few seconds but agreed to it. She still needed to find him a present, and she was at a lost as what to get him. She could play it safe and get him a new tie, but she gathered that someone else was going to do that. She headed into a small shop that dealt with magic and looked at the items on display. She still hadn't begun to teach him magic, and she knew what to do then.

"Do you have a child?" The shop owner asked as he looked down at the small pyramid she had put down, "This is to help them focus their magic to stop accidental bursts."

"Nope," She smiled, "It's a gift for Christmas."

He gave her a strange look at that and wrapped it in the bright red and gold wrapping paper behind him. She knew that Connor was going to enjoy it. He loved figuring things out and having something that could help him see if he had magic and if he did to control it, he'd most likely treasure it like the coin she'd given him. His constant calibrating was a nervous tic and she wanted to give him another choice when he couldn't find his coin.

"Have a nice holiday, Lady King," The shop owner said, and she gave a curt nod.

She was going to have to get used to that while back in England for a few days. They'd be heading back home the twenty third so that they could watch the ballet that night. The ball was tonight, and she wasn't ready for it. She hadn't gone to one in years, and last time she had gone she had been a wall flower that glared at everyone who might've wanted to dance with her.

"Sorry I took so long," Connor softly said as he regrouped with her outside of a Japanese dollar store, "I found what I was looking for."

"Don't worry about it," She chuckled as he grabbed her hand, "It's your first Christmas, take whatever time you need."

He brightened at that and they walked around the mall to find a few other gifts for the others. She got cuff links for Markus for when he had to meet the president for political talks, he even ended up with a tie that matched them. She knew that he'd be able to pair them with a nice suit, so she wasn't too worried about him disliking them. She found a plant that was labeled as a mood stabilizer that worked with both humans and androids.

She got that for Simon, she knew that he enjoyed the idea of magical plants.

Connor and Lottie ended up heading back home at three, their shopping in their hands and a bag of groceries had joined the large collection of bags. One of them had to eat, and Connor found it fun to tease her. They reentered the apartment and she went to put the groceries away before sending the presents off to be delivered on Christmas morning. She knew that Hank wouldn't see it before noon, unless Perenelle was staying with him.

She really needed to talk to the French woman and figure out what the hell she was doing. She slammed a carton of milk down before wincing at the sudden sound. She needed to calm down, and not get upset with the woman. She always talked about the best outcome but refused to try and get her own. She didn't really understand it.

Connor heard the loud sound and blinked. It went quiet and he gathered that everything was okay. He let out a quiet huff of amusement as he pulled something out of his jacket. It was a small velvet box and he ran a thumb over its lid. He had a frown on his face as he put it back. He had been told by Perenelle that he'd find something at the store that would be important to his future. He didn't know why the woman wouldn't give straight answers to some of what she said.

You'll find the perfect item that will be important to your future at a jewelers in London.

It was a bit more straight forward compared to what Lottie had been told in the past. Yet, he hadn't even been thinking about marriage. Well, he was lying about that but he when he thought about it, it was usually a few years into the future where their relationship had gone on a bit longer. He didn't really appreciate the French woman interfering in their lives, as much as he personally liked her, he felt like she was trying to push them to do things they weren't ready for.

He wondered if she was doing it because of the past. She hadn't done anything to Lottie, it was her husband that had caused her pain. He checked on his girlfriend and watched as she sent off the presents to be delivered on the day of. There was one that was kept out and he gathered that it was his. He smiled and his LED spun pink as she turned and gave him a small smile.

Their future together was what they made it, and no one else had a say in it.

He headed back into the bedroom and cracked the window open; it was still dusty inside of it. The moment he did he could hear noise from a different apartment. His audio processors informed him that it was two people taking part in intercourse. He shut the window and his cheeks turned red and then purple. That wasn't what he had been expecting to hear when opening the window. He was quite glad they'd be in their home.

He decided to take a shower to try and help his systems cool down. He thought about asking Lottie if she wanted to join him. He decided against it, maybe on Christmas. They were going to be hard to part for a while, he just knew it.

He came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and grabbed his suit before exiting the bathroom. Lottie was on the bed with her phone in her hand. She had left the two puppies in Markus's care and he was sending her pictures of Simon playing with them. She had a small smile on her face, and he leaned against the wall with one on his.

"Shower's all yours," He told her, and she gave him a sound that meant she understood.

She got up from the bed and went to send him a smile. Her expression showed that she was off guard at his appearance. He watched as different emotions crossed her face before her cheeks remained a dark red. She tried to speak but all that came out was a squeak.

"I think I'll take that shower now," She stuttered.

He smirked at her reaction and opened the bag with his suit while the water turned on. It was the classic white and black suit with a more modern cut that showed off his shoulders more. Markus had also added a silver tie and vest to match with Lottie. He fixed the cuffs and made sure to tuck his dress shirt into the slacks. He was starting to feel nervous and that increased when the water shut off.

Lottie stared at her dress and bit her lip in thought. She became slightly cold when she realized something, Connor made her soft. She remembered that Nicholas was still out there, she couldn't afford to be soft. She didn't want Connor to get hurt, she didn't want to lose him because of being complacent with how peaceful her life had gotten. She didn't know how to bring that up to him, she didn't know how to talk about such feelings.

Carl and Perenelle told her she should go for what she wanted, hell even Hank had told her to. It wasn't that simple. She wanted to be with Connor, she wanted a family with him. She froze at that thought and her knees buckled a bit. She couldn't help but be reminded of the troops she'd lost. What right did she have to be happy when they weren't able to pursue the same happiness? She brought a hand down her face. That action had wiped some of the water from her face.

"Charlotte?" Connor knocked on the door, "Are you all right?"

She felt her body warm up at his question and frowned a bit. She bit her lip again and tried to think of something to answer him with. No, I'm having doubts about being happy because of all the shit I've been through didn't seem like the best thing to say to him. He opened the door after five minutes and he knelt next to her. He brought a hand up and gently cupped her face.

"We don't have to go it you don't want to," He told her.

She held up a hand for him and he placed his palm against hers. His skin was gone, and he was welcomed to what she was feeling. She feared losing him because of Nicholas. She didn't think that she was worthy of happiness and that caused him concern. She had seemed fine up until now, and he realized that being in England wasn't the best thing for her.

He sent her all the feelings he had for her and her doubts cleared up. A small smile appeared on her face and he felt relieved at the sight. He gave her a gentle kiss to the top of her head before pulling her up to her feet. She kept the towel around her body shut tight and he noted that it barely covered her thighs.

"You look good," She told him, and he felt her gently tug on his tie to pull him closer, "Silver looks good on you, very handsome."

"Thank you," He smiled, "But I do need to leave you so you can get ready."

"Right," She said, and he caught her nervous smile, "Be warned I haven't worn a dress in years, and you'll be the first person to see me in one."

"How did you pick it out without trying it on?" He questioned.

"My measurements haven't changed in years," She answered, "Simon and I looked for dresses that had the same measurements."

He nodded at that and slipped out of the bathroom so she could get ready. She quickly dried off and opened the plastic covering her dress. The long skirt spilled out and she looked at the silky material. She unzipped the back and pulled it on, she was thankful for the built-in bra as she looked at the thinner material that made up the boddice of the dress. She easily maneuvered her arm to reach the zipper and zipped it up. She put on the jewelry that she had brought to wear with it and looked at the silver bracelet that was set with blue zircon, her birthstone. It was a gift from her grandmother before her sixteenth birthday, before everything had truly gone south in their relationship. She fixed her hair and allowed it to be tucked behind her right ear with a silver pin that had a delicate flower pattern on it. The rest of her hair wasn't long enough to curl yet, but it was beginning to brush the nape of her neck.

She sighed before opening the small medicine cabinet in her bathroom. There was a small vial on one of the empty shelves and she reached up for it. What a surprise it would be for Connor if she came out with long hair. It might even scare Reed, but she'd cut it off before returning to work. She opened the vial and smelled the liquid inside, if it smelt sweet then it had gone wrong. It still smelled like dirt, so it was good. She slowly poured it onto the short strands of her hair and kept a careful eye on it as it started to lengthen. It reached below her shoulder blades before she stopped it. It curled in the soft ringlets she hadn't seen in years, well…she might just grow it out after Nicholas was taken care of. She shook her head of such thoughts and gave a soft sigh.

She exited the bathroom in search of her silver heels and found the bedroom to be lacking the presence of her boyfriend. She put on her shoes and headed out into the small living room. He was sitting on the sofa with one of his legs bouncing, he was obviously nervous. He heard her footfalls and turned to face her. His eyes widened and he got up from the sofa.

"Your hair…" He softly said as he walked up to her and gently grabbed some of the long strands, "You look…stunning."

"Thank you, Connor," She turned a light pink at the compliment, "I'll keep it at this length until after Christmas when we go back to work."

His eyes brightened at that and he held up an arm for her. She accepted and he smoothed his hair back one last time as she teleported them to the event. It was already in full swing and their appearance didn't even stop people from dancing or socializing. They didn't stand out; her dress was correct for event and he barely raised any brows due to being an android.

"Chére," A familiar voice said and they both turned to see Perenelle walking up to them in a plum colored dress that brought her eyes out, "Glad to see you finally arrived."

"Hello, Perenelle," She quietly greeted before noticing something, "And Hank."

"Not a word," Hank warned the two and they gave him a nod of understanding.

How Perenelle talked him into going confused them. He looked at the android and witch and noted that they looked a bit out of their element. He saw his partner with long hair and raised a brow, she either got extensions or had used magic to grow it out. He was guessing it was the latter.

"Lady King, what a surprise to see you at this event."

Connor looked at the man who had walked up to Lottie. She was giving the man a blank expression and her eyes grew cold. His sensors informed him that her loose grip on his arm had tightened a bit. She didn't like the man in front of her.

"Smith," She gave a curt nod, "I'm here because I wish to spend time with my lover."

The man looked at him. His pale blue eyes were colder than Lotties and his black hair was streaked with grey. He felt the slight sneer that was coming from the man before he turned back to her. He noted the way that the man's eyes stared at her chest. He felt uncomfortably hot, and aggravated. Protective Anger, those terms appeared in his vision and he knew that was exactly what he was feeling.

"I have eyes you know," Lottie informed the man with a sharp tone, "If you would excuse us, we're going to dance."

He took that exit and gave the man a stiff nod before walking to the dance floor with Lottie. He looked at the different couples and quickly learned what dance they were performing. A waltz, it was simple and, judging by the footsteps the others were taking, he was able to slowly start to lead them through the dance. He looked at Lottie and noted her nervous expression.

She was looking down at their feet and trying not to step on his toes. He was touched that she was doing so. He brought her a bit closer and she stumbled a bit. She looked up to meet his eyes. He gave her a small smile.

"You're doing great," He teased her.

"Not so shabby yourself," She teased him right back.

He smirked at that and she relaxed. She stopped looking down at their feet and he didn't mind the slightly stilted manner she was dancing in as a replacement. She blinked when he lifted her up in the air in time with the others around them. Her hands found a place on his shoulders and she could feel warmth coming from him.

"I didn't know that the LED could cycle pink." A few voices murmured around them.

The witches around the two were surprised to see an android dancing among them. They frowned when they noticed who was dancing with him. The Philosopher Stone and an android, no wonder the two seemed so happy together. They were a bit put out that the android was taken, he was quite handsome and one that they hadn't seen before.

The song ended and Connor led them off the dancefloor for a break. He saw the slight flush on Lottie's skin and brushed his fingers against the skin of her arm. He felt a grin on his face when she chuckled. He made the ball bearable.

"Thank you, Connor," Lottie softly thanked him, "I'm having a fun time."

"I'm having a fun time too," He admitted, "I want to dance with you more often."

"I'd like that as well."

She'd never had a partner who could work around her fear of stepping on their toes, it was nice. He also stopped the lords and heirs from coming up to her and trying to flirt with her. He knew exactly what he was doing too. The hand that had slipped from her waist to her ass told her exactly that.

"Oh, it's the Lieutenant," Connor quietly chuckled as they saw Hank and Perenelle dancing.

Hank looked a bit flustered and uncomfortable dancing with her, but there was also a bit of happiness there. Lottie smiled softly at the sight and noted that Perenelle had seemed to decide to go after her own best path. She hoped that the green-eyed woman will leave her, and Connor be for a while. She didn't doubt that the woman would start trying to talk them into trying to see if a child was conceivable between them. She wasn't looking forward to that.

"Lady King, it's nice to see you again," A man with long platinum blonde hair and bright silver eyes grinned at the woman.

"Maxwell," She nodded in a manner that was kinder than the man who had greeted her earlier, "How's the paperwork treating you?"

"How the hell were you able to do this job for over thirty years?" He asked her with a strange expression on his face, "I've wanted to hit five of my men due to their harassment of their female co-workers."

"I distinctly remember someone telling me that I had a presence that instilled fear," She gave an innocent expression, "You need to show them that you aren't going to put up with their harassment, they don't have any respect for you."

He let out a hum at that and gave her a thankful nod before walking away. She let out a slightly amused huff at that and moved to lean her head against Connor's shoulder. She was starting to feel a bit panicky being stuck in such a large group setting. She didn't like the fact that she recognized so many of the people in the room due to having known their grandparents or their parents. Some of them looked like carbon copies and others shared small features that were distinct.

"Another dance?" Connor asked.

"Sure."

He led her back to the dance floor and they noted that Perenelle and Hank were still there. The four danced to another waltz. Lottie and Connor did avoid the two to allow them to have a nice moment. Connor spun Lottie in a circle, and she was brought out of her observations and grinned at him when they stopped, and he brought her closer.

"She could never dance," Perenelle softly said, "I think she finally found the right partner."

"What about yourself?" Hank gruffly asked and she blinked in genuine surprise.

"I used to dance with Nicholas," She admitted, "But I stopped after our separation, sometimes to ignore the hurt we stop doing what we used to enjoy."

Hank nodded at that and he couldn't help but think there was some truth to that. He stumbled slightly and almost bumped into another pair of dancers. He was starting to find that he disliked the ball more than Lottie, and he knew that she was enjoying herself only because Connor was there. Sure, he liked the company he was with, but he didn't like the way that people were giving him haughty looks.

"Do you want to go back to Detroit?" Perenelle asked him.

"Yes."

She liked the fact that he was so quick to the point. She spared Lottie and Connor a look and noted that the two were starting to look a bit uneasy at the number of witches looking at them with slight jealousy. She smiled and left with the grumpy police Lieutenant. She was a bit hopeful that they would spend a bit more time together. She knew that was one of the paths that could happen.

"I'm starting to feel glares, my love," Connor informed Lottie as the song ended.

"Ready to go?" She asked.

"Oh yes, I would like to watch a movie with you," He said in an innocent tone.

She grabbed his hand and they were suddenly in her apartment. They moved and she stumbled back onto the couch while he watched. He noted her slightly relaxed expression and he tilted his head. She looked up at him and gave him a smile.

"You want to pick the movie?" She asked.

He brightened up at that and turned the TV on. She removed her heels and winced as her feet throbbed from the pain of being in the shoes for more than two hours. She hadn't realized that they'd been there that long. She sat back as he moved through the different movies to buy and he chose an animated film.

UP. It looked like it was going to be cute. Connor removed his tie and suit jacket and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his dress shirt before sitting back. The movie was loading, and he was slightly excited to see what it was about. He had chosen it due to the house flying with balloons on the cover.

The first ten minutes passed, and Lottie was crying into his shoulder as tears went down his. He thought it was a happy movie, not a sad one. The wife died and the old man was now sad. Carl, the main character had to be called Carl. He held her close and pressed a kiss to her head.

"I love you Connor." She told him and he tightened his hold on her.

"I love you too."

He was surprised when the story became something that was a bit more humorous. The tears dried up and stayed that way until the final act. He swore he heard Lottie question why an animated film was so sad. She didn't say it was unenjoyable, so he decided that the next one they'd watch was The Lion King (1994).

"What is with Disney and just breaking my heart?" Lottie questioned as they watched the stampede scene.

He had to agree with her question and turned off the movie after the happy ending. He picked her up from the couch and brought her to the bed. He unzipped the back of her dress and she turned a bright red as she tried to tell him she didn't have a bra on. The look in his eyes told her that he already knew.

"Four more days," He softly whispered in her ear and saw goosebumps rise on her skin, "Is the anticipation getting to you too, princess?"

She squeaked at that and he simply pressed a kiss to her neck before moving to the suitcase and opening it. He rummaged about before pulling out one of his jumpers and gently pulling it over her head. She let out a light chuckle at his antics and pulled her arms through the sleeves of the jumper, just as he pulled the dress down all the way. She wasn't really surprised when he pulled her down onto the bed and wrapped his arms around her form.

"Good night, Connor," She said as he pulled the blankets up around them and turned off the lights.

"Good night, Charlotte."

24. December. 2038

Lottie put on the lingerie that North had picked out and felt her cheeks heat up. She was so lucky that Connor had decided to wait for her downstairs and as such gave her some time to calm down before going down the stairs. The lacey undergarments were comfortable, but didn't leave much to imagination. She swallowed slightly and fixed the garters around her thighs.

She pulled on the dress to go over it and she was glad that it was blue lace on blue lace. It was impossible to tell that she was wearing it underneath. She held her arms above her head to see how far the dress would go up with the movement and was pleasantly surprised that it didn't ride up and show anything. She put on the strapped heels that had been picked out and pulled her hair back from her face. She was going to have to grow it out normally, Connor seemed to love running his fingers through the long strands when they cuddled in the mornings.

"Right, everything will be fine," She muttered to herself and she felt her nerves grow a bit as she tried to stay calm.

She hurried down the stairs before she could change her mind about…everything. If she had stayed up there she might've taken off the lingerie before trying to find a way out of making love with Connor. She knew that it was nerves, they were ready for the next step and she wanted it. She never thought she would, and that scared her a bit.

"Wow," Connor breathed as she realized that she was in the same room as him.

His eyes were wide, and he seemed to be having trouble forming a thought. He hadn't been expecting her to wear such a tight dress, but he loved the way it showed all the curves that she hid due to habit. He was tempted to forgo the ballet and have sex with his girlfriend, but she was excited for it. He wanted to see why she was excited for it. He had looked up the story of the ballet.

A Christmas story that involved Drosselmeyer and a nutcracker that killed a mouse, and then the sugar plum fairy. It had many interpretations, but the music was the same since the eighteen ninety-two production. He gathered that she had gotten her ballets mixed up since it had been a long time. She had gone and saw A Marriage by Advertisement that Christmas, she thought it was a bit strange that the information she had written down was inaccurate. She had double checked some of the information and found little of it was wrong.

There was one or two pieces of information that were wrong, but she had fixed it.

He drove them to the ballet, and found that they enjoyed the Christmas lights that decorated several of the houses. Lottie had a Christmas tree in the living room that the two of them had decorated. She had a few ornaments that were important to her that he felt honored that she wanted him to put them on the small pine. Connor made sure to park the car and had her wait inside.

"More reporters," She grumbled with a slight frown, "Honestly."

Her frown smoothed as her car door was opened and Connor held out a hand to her. She accepted it and he helped her from the car. She was a bit amused by his actions, but allowed him full control of the date. She'd been to the ballet before, and knew the story they were going to see. She wanted him to enjoy himself.

They found their seats and sat down. The theatre was mostly empty, people were more interested in getting their photos taken by the reporters that had to talk about the traditional showing of the Nutcracker. He noted that a few of the women in the area were staring at him and Lottie chuckled quietly at his predicament. He sent her a look that was not a pout.

"Sorry," She apologized, "I shouldn't laugh at all the women ogling you."

"Just like I won't laugh at the ten men that stared right at you as we passed them," He said with a slight smile, "We both know who we belong to."

"Oh, we're starting the teasing early," She chuckled.

Her chuckling stopped and she bit her lower lip when he placed a hand on top of her thigh and slowly moved it inwards. She felt her body warm up and he smirked at the bright blush on her face. He kept his hand on her thigh and didn't move it the entire show. He was able to keep his focus on the dancers and enjoyed the expressive story telling.

The music was his favorite part and it was conducted by an android. He closed his eyes during the dance of the sugar plum fairy and heard a soft humming next to him. His eyes opened and he looked to see Lottie with a fond smile on her face. The ballet wasn't a romantic story per say, but it was heartwarming. It got him in the holiday spirit.

He joined in with the applause as the ballet ended. He had genuinely enjoyed it, and wished to do something similar again. He turned towards Lottie and shared a look with her. She seemed to grow a bit nervous and grabbed his hand. They both hurried towards the car and he drove them back home.

(Smut Beginning, please be a bit lenient with me, it's my first-time writing smut. Connor has a dirty mouth here, so be warned!)

The moment they entered the house he turned around and pressed his lips to her's. Her hands were on his chest and he could tell she had been surprised by the sudden kiss. His were resting on her hips and he slowly brought her closer to him. He broke the kiss and started to trail his lips down her neck.

"I've been waiting for this, Princess," He informed her and she let out a soft gasp when he kissed at the exposed skin on her neck, "But I won't go any further until you are sure this is what you want."

"I…I'm sure," She confirmed.

He grinned at that and she let out a slight yelp when he picked her up. He carried her up the stairs to deposit her on the bed. She gave a quiet grunt when she hit the mattress and he sat down in front of her. He removed the heels on her feet and slowly moved one of his hands up her leg and frowned when he felt something on her thigh.

"Charlotte, is there something underneath your dress?" He asked.

"Maybe you should unwrap your present," She quietly teased him.

He moved to press his lips to her's once again and she laid back on the mattress. He followed her down and his hands found hers. He intertwined their fingers for a few seconds before releasing them. He felt his nerves increase and tried to hide them by burrowing his face into her shoulder.

"Are you all right?" She quietly asked him, her voice a little breathless.

"What if I hurt you?" He quietly asked her, "Or I'm not satisfactory."

"It'll be okay, Connor," She told him, and he looked at her soft expression, "I trust you, and I know you'd never hurt me on purpose."

She placed a small peck on his cheek, and he gave a slight smile.

"Besides, you make me aroused with just your hands, I don't think you have to worry about not being satisfactory."

It was exactly what he needed to hear. He sat up and brought her to do so as well. He pulled her into a slow kiss and moved his hands. One was unzipping her dress while the other stayed on her hip and kept her in place. The dress slowly slid down her smooth skin and he caught sight of what was under her dress.

It left nothing to the imagination and was blue. The lingerie was just a bra and panties with an added garter belt and garters. He wondered if she picked it out, but knew she would've been too shy to. He'd have to thank Simon and North.

He carelessly tossed the dress to the side and brought a hand up to cup her cheek. He kissed her again, and licked her bottom lip for entrance. She gave it to him, and he began a game of dominance with their tongues. He won after a few seconds and began to trail a hand up her stomach.

He reached the trim of the lace before he gently grabbed one of her breasts and began to knead. He heard a soft moan through the kiss and stopped to roll his thumb on the nipple that had grown hard. He pinched it and her hips slightly jerked up in surprise. He broke the kiss and brought his mouth down to bite the nub. She let out another soft moan and he did the same for the other breast. He got her to be a flushed mess after a few minutes of teasing her breasts and he moved to speak in her ear.

"Such beautiful noises, Princess," he murmured as his hand moved south and brushed her core, "I think you could make more if I played with that pretty cunt of yours."

She didn't get to comment on his language when he began to rub her clit through the lace. Her moans slowly increased in amount and soon she was a mess. He watched with his LED spinning yellow and his eyes darkened. He lightly bit down on the skin of her inner thigh and that got a louder moan out of her. He moved the lace covering her core and finally dipped a finger into her dripping slit.

"Oh fuck," She moaned as he slowly pulled it out before pushing back in.

He wasn't surprised that she was what a few articles called tight. He was her first just like she was his. Still, it caused heat to travel through his biocomponents. His slacks began to grow tight around his crotch.

"You are incredibly tight," He informed her as he continued his fingers rhythm, "Fuck."

He slowly added a second finger and her tightness became even more apparent as he tried to stretch her a little. He was bigger in size than an average human, androids were. He really didn't want to cause her pain. He was brought out of those thoughts when she began to clench his fingers.

"Come for me," He ordered, and she looked slightly taken aback.

She didn't get to ask when he began to rub circles on her clit with his thumb while he continued to pump his fingers in and out. She was reduced to a moaning mess and as a knot in her stomach began to tighten she found it hard to keep still. Soon her hips were matching his rhythm and he smirked at the sight. Her Ruth's slipped and the knot in her stomach unraveled. She let out a strangled moan as she fully clench around his fingers.

Her face turned a bright red when she felt liquid rushing from her. He continued to pump his fingers and helped her ride out her orgasm. It was her first, she'd never masturbated…she never had the time. It was different, but not a bad different.

She tugged in his suit jacket and he chuckled. He pulled out his fingers and she felt herself wanting them back. She was aching for him to touch her again. He seemed to know and removed his clothing slowly. He seemed to find her slight frustration with him amusing. He was kneeling between her legs and she knew he was teasing her.

"My, my, such frustration." He chuckled.

"Connor…please…" she begged, and his LED turned red for a few seconds at the sound.

"Please what?" He asked as he unbuttoned his dress shirt and threw it to the side with the dress.

"Please fuck me…" she answered, her body flushing in slight embarrassment.

"Gladly."

He slowly slid the panties off her form and removed the bra, she looked a bit confused as to why he had removed the bra but didn't comment on it. He unbuckled his belt and slowly slid off his slacks. His boxers looked strained by how aroused he was. She swallowed slightly and looked at his physique, slightly muscular with a more athletic build. The people who designed him even gave him a deep v. She felt her body ache at the sight and brought a hand up to run it down his chest. He caught her hand and pinned it next to her head, his eyes were dark, and he gave her a slight smirk.

He brought his hand down and began to play with her clit again and her body jerked slightly. She was already sensitive due to his earlier ministrations, but he was going to push her over the edge again. He pulled off his boxers and she grew a bit nervous due to his size. She didn't know if he'd be able to fit but knew that was her being unknowledgeable about sex.

"Ready?" He asked her in a soft tone, he grabbed her right leg and slowly moved it away from the other, "There's no turning back."

"I'm ready," She nodded.

He pushed against her slit with his tip. He went slow, not wanting to cause her any pain or discomfort. She had her hands on his back and he could gauge her reaction to his movements when her hands twitched. He continued to push forward and pull out to get himself slick with her natural lubricant before trying to burry himself in her.

"Connor, please…" She whimpered and he clenched his jaw as he slowly did what she begged.

He fully buried himself in her and their hips met. She was breathing heavily, and her chest heaved against his as she grew used to him. He waited for her confirmation that he could move. Once she gave it to him, he wouldn't be able to hold back. He was able to feel her heat surrounding him and pulsating, he'd never felt anything like it. The sensors attached to the member were made to stimulate pleasure and senses of heat. It was to give him realistic reactions during intercourse.

"You can move," She quietly told him.

He did and soon the air was filled with moans and grunts. She clung to him and he enjoyed the fact that it allowed him to get deeper and more intimate. He found that his speed had grown to where she could barely keep up with him. She let out a cry when she came for the second time.

He could hear how she had been pushed to overstimulation and was crying tears of pleasure. He almost stopped upon seeing the moisture in her eyes, but she pulled him closer and bucked her hips. He had continued and even picked up the speed a bit more. He felt himself growing closer to his release, and started to chase it.

"Fuck," He groaned as he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck and felt his rhythm start to grow a bit sporadic, "I need to you to come with me."

"I want you to release inside me," She quietly told him, "I want to know something."

He knew what it was she wanted to know, and he felt a bit more encouraged by those words. He grew a bit rougher and his grip on her hips was bruising. He moved a hand to push her forward with her clit and soon she clenched around him. The moment he did his hips stuttered and he felt his release. His inner fans began to whir as they worked to cool down his biocomponents.

He thrust a few extra times to ride both of their released before collapsing beside her. She was panting heavily, and a few tears were still rolling down her face. He brought a hand up and wiped them away as he placed a kiss on her lips. He found that having physically connected made him understand why Perenelle seemed so dead set on interfering in their relationship. He felt Lottie tense up and her eyes were wide in surprise.

(End of Smut)

"What's wrong, my love?" He asked in an urgent voice.

"My theory was correct," She softly said, "Connor…we can have kids together."

"Oh."

She was worried that wasn't what he wanted. She was brought into a tight embrace and she smiled at the bright pink LED. They weren't going to have one now, but he liked knowing that the option was available to them. He pressed his forehead to her's and smiled, one of his hands running through her long hair.

"I'd like that," He admitted, "But not yet, not this early."

She nodded her understanding. She thought the same thing, and quietly cast a quick charm to stop herself from getting pregnant. Her eyes closed and her breathing began to even out as she fell asleep due to being exhausted. He slowly followed her into sleep, a smile on his face.