The next few days made everything fall into place, androids were converting by the thousands and the humans were accepting them with open arms. Some were still partly worried about accepted deviants, but they were quickly swayed in their opinions.
Charlotte's killer was held in court, but the amount of evidence stacked against him was staggering and even pleading guilty with the chance of a lesser charge was not enough for the judge to charge him with life imprisonment with no chance of parole.
Brooke and Connor had done the job they were sent to do and it was finally time to go home, Brooke was looking forward to being home with Nala and finally starting the next chapter with Connor in their own home. Lara had stopped by to say her goodbyes and thank them for their help. It was somewhat emotional between her and Brooke, both women had become close over the trip and considered each other friends.
They had just arrived at the airport when Brooke was stopped by her phone ringing, Hank's name appeared on her screen. "Hey, Hank, we are about to board our flight," she said with a smile.
"Hey kiddo, glad to hear that. Listen, I called to let you both know that President Warren just finished her conference about the worries of android laws not coming in fast enough." Connor could hear the full conversation without needing Brooke to put the call on loudspeaker. She looked over at him, but he nodded with a positive smile.
"Has she finally gotten her head out of her ass?" Brooke asked with a light chuckle.
Hank grumbled a chuckle in return before answering, "yes. Markus had won her over and all the laws have now been completed. Androids can get married, adopt or transfer to new bodies from the assembly plant that has finally been given to Markus."
"There sounds like there is a catch to all this?" Connor said loud enough for his voice to carry through the phone's mic.
"There is," Hank replied. "Androids must start to pay taxes, the same amount as humans and there will be a contract to just how many androids are allowed to be created due to your long life span, Warren doesn't want the country overrun with androids." Connor could see the point in those rules, androids lived double the amount of time as humans and they didn't need things like food and heating to survive.
"I can respect those rules," he said. Their flight number had made its announcement to boarding. "Hank, we must go. Our flight is due to depart soon."
"Safe travels, kids. I'll meet you both at the airport," he said as the call ended. They collected their bags and went to their boarding gate. The worries of travelling before were now gone for Connor, he was excited to be back in the sky again. This time it was the middle of the day they were leaving so the scenery would be better than the darkness of night.
Their tickets and passports were checked and they both boarded the plane, Brooke let Connor sit next to the window as he seemed excited to see the clouds and sky. The announcements had just finished from their pilot when the plane was ready for taking off.
"Are you going to be okay?" Brooke asked as she leaned into him, he looked from the window to her, a confident smile on his lips.
"Yes, I have no more fears about flying," he replied. Brooke nodded with a smile and sat back in her seat. The engine hum filled the plane as it built up speed, Connor watched the whole event from the window, a smile that looked like a child in a sweet shop. The plane left the ground and Brooke could feel her stomach drop from the sensation of lifting.
"You sure you're okay?" she asked once again. Connor looked at her, but he then changed his gaze to where Brooke looked, his hand was gripped tightly to the armrest of the seat, he had also peeled back his skin to show the white shell.
Connor lifted his hand and activated his skin to recover the shell, "I seem to still have some nerves to fly," he shamefully admitted.
"It's normal to be nervous about something, even after you've already experienced it. You did much better than the first time." Brooke chuckled when she saw the light blush on his cheeks, his tint of blue came to his cheeks. "I love when you blush," she whispered.
Connor put his hand on his cheek, feeling the heat radiate off his skin. "I don't understand how you can make someone like me blush," he said in a quiet tone. Brooke looked at him before replying, a smirk came to her lips.
"It's because I love you...I." Brooke slapped her hand over her mouth, her brows furrowed deeply as she felt her body temperature rise rapidly. "I... I didn't mean to say that," she added in an attempt to lose the judging brown eyes that stared at her.
"You didn't?" he asked. Brooke dropped her face into her hands, letting out an exhausting moan.
"No, I mean, yeah. Oh, shit. I didn't..." Brooke looked at Connor but he seemed serious at her, the bell of the seatbelt sign coming off broke her gaze, she quickly tore her belt off and darted to the bathroom.
"Brooke," Connor said in a low tone, not wanting to cause a scene on the full plane. He sat back down in a huff, looking out of the window. Did she really love him? The thought plagued him, he knew the feelings he had for her was stronger than anything he had ever felt before. He did love her, he thought. He wasn't sure, he thought he loved Hank, as a father, of course. Now, he wasn't sure if he knew what love really was.
Brooke finally returned after twenty minutes, the flight attendant had knocked on the bathroom door to make sure she was okay. She said she was fine and lied about experiencing some flight sickness.
Connor looked up when he saw her coming, she sat down and stared at him for a good minute before speaking, "I don't want to put pressure on you, I never would. You don't need to say the words back to me, I understand. Love is a big thing for even a human." Connor tried to open his mouth multiple times to speak, but she wasn't giving him much of a chance. "I want to just move on from this subject if you are okay with that. I have embarrassed myself enough," she said as she looked down at the tray table in front of her.
Connor didn't want to drop it, but he could see she was struggling to just say all that to him. "Consider it dropped," he said with a sad voice. Brooke glanced at him but smiled and nodded.
"I did have something we should talk about before we got home." Connor raised a brow at her, "we need to figure out what we are doing regarding rent and bills when we move."
"Ah, yes," he replied. Connor hadn't thought much into what would need to be done when they moved in together, Brooke still had her own place and furniture they'd need to sort through. "We should know what each other makes from our work to move forward." Brooke nodded in agreement, she looked past him and out of the window, the outside world was peaceful with the clear blue sky looking back at her. "Brooke?"
She snapped her eyes back to him, "sorry, got distracted. I, uh, make fifty-two thousand a year." Brooke did think her wage was low compared to the other detectives, but her age and experience played a big role in what she got paid. It was still a lot for someone of her age, but she sees enough shit each day to know it's not always enough.
"I make sixty-eight thousand a year," Connor informed her. Brooke whistled at that figure, she would like to think one day that her wages would go up as she gets older and gains more experience. "I am actually lower than most detectives, I should make around seventy-two thousand, but due to myself not needing food or heating in my home, I get paid lower."
"Does that bother you?" Connor looked at the carpet floor in front of him before answering, he had never thought too much into it before being asked.
"No, I don't believe it does. Humans need more facilities to live, I respect that it costs more than my normal living." Brooke smiled at his answer, it was true humans needed food and heating to survive, but that didn't mean androids had to live in a freezing home or have no food if they had human guests come to visit.
"How did you want to handle bills? What is your rent exactly?" Brooke paid quite low rent for her own place, she was lucky to get such a good deal on it. Connor's home was high end and would certainly not be cheap.
"Just for rent, I pay two thousand, three hundred dollars." Connor chuckled when he watched Brooke's eyes open wide in shock.
"Jesus, my rent is nowhere near that," she said in shock. "Okay, and what about your other bills?"
"We could split them? I won't need to eat so the food would be for you and guests." Brooke nodded, Connor had started to buy food for his place when she stayed round, he also stocked some of her favourite drinks. "I can continue paying the rent myself."
"No, that won't be far on you, Connor." Brooke knew if she paid for the full rent she would have just half her wages left, but she wanted to contribute something to his rent.
"I am happy to pay our rent. You could pay our remaining bills for our home," he suggested. Connor could see Brooke was unsure of herself when she protested about him paying all the rent, but he could easily afford it, he also wanted to make sure she didn't feel like she was just living off him each month and not paying anything.
"Alright, I can agree to that," she said with a smile. Connor nodded, they both returned to sitting in silence. Brooke looked at the inflight magazines, the front page to the first one she grabbed was of a happy family on the beach, the parents and their two small children all laughed on the sandy beaches.
Brooke looked at the image for a while and then back at Connor. When she was younger, the thought of having kids made her sick, she never wanted them. But seeing her friends settle down and have kids had made her somewhat broody. Kids from Connor was never possible, that technology was far from being available and the fluid he leaked during sex was purely artificial, just there for satisfaction. Brooke could see at times when they were around young families, Connor looked at them with some envy, though they were long away from being ready for kids the ways of having their own children would be difficult, even with adoption available.
She cleared her throat to get his attention, he looked at her with a warm, loving smile. "Everything okay?"
"Yeah, I was just wondering. Where do you stand on having kids?" The question took Connor by surprise, he leaned back from her, studying her and the magazine that she held on her lap.
"I can't have children, Brooke. You know this," he said somewhat defensively, he didn't like to talk about kids at times, he got upset to know he couldn't give Brooke their own.
"I know, Connor. I mean would you like to have them one day? Even if it's adoption." Brooke was hoping to get a response from him that wouldn't be defensive or him wanting to change the subject.
"Yes," he simply replied. Brooke raised her brows at him, needing more clarification in his response. "I would like to have children someday, I think we would be excellent parents."
"Really?" she asked in surprise.
"Yes, we are not ready just yet, but if we could adopt, I would like to have some children of our own." Brooke could feel her heart warm at his words, she could imagine Connor would be a fantastic father.
"I would like that too," she replied. Brooke leaned her head on his shoulder, she never knew hearing her android lover say he wants kids would make her feel so broody towards wanting their own baby.
Brooke and Connor finally arrived back at Detroit early the next day, Brooke was again moody with having little sleep, but she was also excited to be going back home to her own bed. Hank waited for them at the main gates, his face lit up with a smile when he saw them both.
"Hey, how was the flight?" Hank asked as he leaned in to hug Brooke, she yawned into his shoulder before replying.
"Long. I need my bed," she said with a quiet voice. Connor hugged Hank before picking their bags up and leaving the airport. Hank had offered to let them stay at his, but they both wanted to have the night to themselves.
"So, you're gonna tell me about your trip?" Hank asked as he drove onto the freeway, Connor sat in the front whilst Brooke fought to stay awake in the back. Connor looked at Brooke before replying, he could see she would be out cold for this conversation so he went onto tell Hank about their trip whilst the words slowly faded out for Brooke as her eyes closed.
"Brooke, wake up," Connor said as he shook her slowly, she woke up with an instant neck ache. She had rolled over in her sleep and her neck fell into the car door, her head leaned into the glass window.
"Fuck, my neck," she said as she rubbed her hand down it. Connor helped her out of the car, they had finally made it to his apartment...their apartment.
"Hank has gone on ahead to drop the bags in, let's get you inside." Brooke nodded as she got her footing on the pavement and let him lead her up the stairs to the front door. The weather outside was bitter cold with it still being early morning, Brooke was still beyond tired and could fall asleep just about anywhere.
They both got to the apartment, it was quite cold with no heating on for so long, but Connor had turned on the heating the minute he was able to. Hank had left their bags in the kitchen and left soon after, saying he would return later that day once they'd all rested.
"Are you still tired?" Connor asked as Brooke sat on the couch next to him, she shook her head, but the yawn that escaped her mouth was enough to tell him that she was lying. "You're terrible at lying, Brooke."
"Shut up," she said with a playful swat to his shoulder. She moved closer to him to catch his lips, the kiss didn't last long before Connor pulled away.
"You should get some sleep." Brooke shook her head and grabbed his chin, pulling his lips back to hers. She pushed her lips hard into his, a small moan escaped her, she had missed having this time with him. They barely got a chance in London and she missed these passionate times they had together.
Connor tried to protest, but Brooke wasn't letting him, she straddled him on the couch. The moment her hand started to massage his bulge through his tight jeans, he was under her spell. He wrapped his hands around her back, massaging and moaning into her.
Brooke started to unzip his trousers, Connor did the same to her own jeans. They both were heated and ready, even if it was quick and sloppy, Connor hissed a breath when Brooke finally was able to relieve his hard dick, she wrapped her hand around it. "Fuck," he hissed against her neck as he kissed and nipped her fragile skin.
"I've missed this," she moaned. Connor moaned deeply, he moved his hand from her hip and pushed his fingers inside her pants, her folds were soaking wet and ready for him.
"I've missed this too," he replied in a hitched breath. Brooke moved herself up so her jeans would drop down to her ankles, Connor did the same to get his pants over his hips and thighs. They both lined each other, Brooke finally dropped herself over his hard member, she hissed as he filled her.
Connor couldn't wait for her to adjust, he was being driven crazy by her moans and wetness, he started to rock his hips the best he could being sat down. Brooke could see he struggled and took over, rolling her hips back and forth, they both moaned and groaned and they kissed and nipped each other.
Connor put his hands under her top, freeing her breasts from her bra. He trapped her hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Connor!" Brooke hissed in pleasure, she picked up the pace and held onto the back of the couch as she slammed herself into him.
Connor put both of his hands on her hips, pushing down to get herself completely filled by him, he was close and couldn't hold on much longer. They both had waited too long for this and they needed a quick release.
"I'm close," he whispered. Brooke moved one of her hands from the back of the couch and pulled his head back by his hair, letting their lips smash together. Connor's tongue did its normal professional work in her mouth.
The last rock Brooke did send them both over the edge, Connor pulled his lips away and wrapped himself around her, breathing heavily into her chest, Brooke still rocked slowly, riding out her own orgasm, she could feel him fill her and it made it even more intense. They both stayed glued together as they calmed down, they sat together, sweating, hair messed up and clothes pulled in all directions.
"God, I needed that," Brooke said with a small chuckle as she climbed off him, she decided to take her remaining clothes off since she had sweated through them. Connor did the same, only keeping his shirt on, they both went to the bathroom to clean up.
"I am surprised you were not too tired for that," Connor said as they both finished up in the bathroom and headed to bed.
"I am very tired, but I am never too tired for you, babe," she said with a flirtatious smile. They both got under the covers, letting their naked bodies mould together.
"Goodnight, my love," he said with a kiss to her cheek.
"Night, babe," she replied with another hitched yawn.
A/N: I realised it's been a while since we got some passionate moments with Brooke and Connor, nothing really happened in London. I thought the best time would be sleep-deprived and they both missed each other. I hope you enjoyed it. Now they are back in Detroit, I will be returned to the main red ice problems and I am sure we will get to meet RK900 very soon!