Vancouver... the most tranquil, beautiful and peaceful city in Canada. It was known for its freedom of androids long before the revolution. It was also a very expensive place to live, so Connor shouldn't have been all surprised when the taxi pulled up to Brooke's father's house, it was massive.
He owned twenty acres of wooded land with horses, sheep, cows and other farm animals. He had workers that helped around the house and kept the farm going, but as Brooke explained, her father treats his staff well and paid them much more than what would be expected from him. Some also stay in his house for extended periods of time.
The house was a masterpiece of an art-like landscape. It was a seven-bedroom detached mansion. Connor quickly took notice of the cars parked in the drive, two of which were the newest smart cars on the market.
"How does your father have so much money?" Connor asked as he leaned into Brooke. She offered him a small smile before speaking.
"He was an officer along with Hank years before I was born. But then decided to leave the job and start investing. After he and my mum divorced she took nearly all he had. He had me, nothing else, he went back to detective work and saved up for more investing. He bought this plot of land, known for its bad farming, definitely during the winter months. But he built from there and now he's one of the best-known farmers still going in this decade."
Connor sat back, shocked at how well her father had done. She chuckled at his open-eyed reaction. "Will he like me?" Brooke looked at him again, raising a brow to his question. Connor sighed and explained more, "will he like me for who I am. A robot loving a human?"
Brooke felt her heart break when he asked, she didn't see Connor as a robot, he was more human than she was sometimes. She placed her hand over his, giving him a reassuring squeeze, "you are more human than most. You are not just a machine, Connor. He will love you for who you are or he loses me, there is no other lane he can be in."
"But, I don't want to cause problems between you and your father." Since becoming RK900, Connor noticed he cared much more about people and their feelings. It somewhat got in the way with his work, but he knew it would take more time for him to get full control of this body and its... odd traits.
"I don't give a shit, we are in this together and he will accept you as you are. If not, we both leave." Brooke couldn't lie to say she was nervous about this. Her dad was known to be an ass to anyone dating his daughter, he will ask the most awkward questions.
"Do we tell him straight away?" Brooke shook her head, seeing her father wait outside the front door as the car pulled up in the rounded drive.
"Not yet, I haven't seen him in over a year, just fake breathing for now and well... be you. You are just like a normal human, minus the breathing." Connor nodded, he could simulate breathing and do it whilst doing physical tasks such as running, exercising or fighting.
Brooke patted his shoulder before jumping out of the car and running to her father. The fifty-five-year-old was massive compared to Brooke. He was around the same build as Hank, but a bit skinner. Connor got out of the car and helped the driver get their luggage, he watched Brooke be spun around like a little kid, he smiled slightly as she giggled.
"I missed you, pa," she shouted as her dad came to a slow stop from the spin. He partly tickled her in the one place only he knew and finally put her down.
"I missed you too, sweetpea. How have you been? How's Hank?" Brooke realised she hadn't come up with a backstory for Connor, she told her dad Connor was related to Hank, but she didn't say in what way.
"Hank is well, I am still shocked you did not tell me about Cole. It was awkward when I asked how he was." John, her father, scratched the back of his neck with a small bit on his lip.
"I am sorry, peanut. I wanted to tell you, but you were so young when it happened and he was your best friend. Once I stopped speaking to Hank, I nearly forgot about that life we once had." Connor had finally joined them both, Brooke was nearly panicking as both men stared at each other. Connor was still taller than John, but John looked much musclier. He wore smart, but casual clothes with trousers, a tucked-in shirt and smart black shoes. His short, swept-back grey hair and well-trimmed beard showed a man of money and wealth.
Connor was the first to speak, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you, sir. Brooke has told me a whole lot about you," he said with his best formal voice as he held his hand out to him.
John watched the android for a moment, looking him up and down. Brooke thought his cover was already blown before they even got inside, but the older man smiled and shook his hand. "It's nice to meet you... Connor. Brooke has barely told me much about you, just you were related to Hank?"
Connor narrowed his eyes at Brooke as he looked at her, she slowly shook her head to just go along. "Yes, sir. I'm his nephew." Hank did have a brother, though neither had spoken since they were kids.
"Huh," John said with some suspicion. "I never knew Hank's brother had a son."
"Neither did Hank," Connor quickly said to break the ice. John smiled, he took a couple of the bags from the ground and led them inside. The house was pristine, mostly plain but expensive in a white marble sort of way.
John led them both to the second largest room in his house. It was fitted with a queen-size bed, balcony, private bathroom and of course marble bedroom furniture. "I can assume, Connor, you would take the other bedroom?" Connor's lip trembled as he stared at Brooke for help.
"Dad, come on. I am an adult, he will be staying in my room." John puffed his chest out, but nodded sternly and walked towards the door.
"Both of you meet me in the kitchen in half an hour, we will have lunch." He slammed the door behind him, Brooke shook her head as she looked down at the floor.
"I can stay in another room if it upsets him that much," Connor commented. She shook her head, walking over to him.
"Not a chance, we are staying together. And I want to carry on from where we were last night," she said in a low voice.
Connor gulped heavily, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. "I thought last night might have been too much for you," he whispered. Brooke shivered against him.
"Well I kept up, and I want to again," she replied. Connor smiled before leaning down and catching her lips. She missed their sweet moments together, it was hard with work and having Nala to look after, but they made it work.
Connor pulled away, leaning his head against hers. "We should unpack and get downstairs before we upset your father."
"I guess," she replied depressingly.
Once in the kitchen, they were both led to the dining room where a table of food was laid out for them. Connor felt his fake breath hitch as he knew he couldn't eat anything. He could seriously damage himself if he tried to eat a full meal without getting it out of his throat or stomach.
"What wrong, son? Not hungry?" John nearly shouted, startling the android. Connor noticed they both were sitting down, John at the head of the table with Brooke to his left.
"I, unfortunately, suffered from travel sickness from the plane journey. I will not eat very much," Connor lied... again. He sat down next to Brooke, looking at the glass of wine in front of him, he couldn't drink that either. Water would even be a push for his body.
"I see," John replied. He looked at Brooke, but she just nodded with a smile. "Well, dig in anyway," he announced. Connor plated some meat and veg on his plate, but would only push it around his plate.
"So, how has the farm been dad?" Brooke asked as she took a sip of her wine, missing the sweet taste of her favourite wine, it was hard to find in Detroit.
"Good, we have been lucky this year. I will be needing more help around the farm as I would like to buy more land." Brooke looked at Connor, an idea coming to mind.
"Why doesn't Connor help you?" she said loud enough for Connor to look up from his plate. John looked at him for confirmation he would actually help.
"I would love to help around the farm, I haven't seen many animals before." John stopped halfway with his glass, looking at it from the rim of the glass. "I mean, growing up in the big cities, I only got to see a few dogs and cats, not much room for farm animals."
Brooke sighed as her father nodded and accepted his reasoning. Connor didn't think it would be this hard to hide his true form from someone, he'd done it many times before. "Well, Brooke said you work together?"
"Yes, I have just been promoted to Lieutenant, taking over from Hank." Brooke had previously told John what happened with Hank and his early retirement, he was saddened to hear about his friend and vowed he would get into contact with him again very soon.
"I see congratulations. I am sure Hank approves of it," he said with a small smile. Connor thought he might be doing good, but the harder questions started. "So, what age are you, if you don't mind me asking, Connor?"
"Twenty-nine," he replied. Connor had a fork full of meat and lined it with his mouth, the second John looked at Brooke he dropped it back down and pretended to chew as he pushed the food around to make it look smaller.
"I see, a little older than you, peanut?" he judged his daughter. Brooke sighed, knowing the full brunt of her dad was now coming for them both.
"Not really, age is just a number. He could be my age and you'd have something to say," she joked. He smiled slightly, dropping the age topic.
"Ever been in trouble with the law, son?" Connor shot his head up. He'd had many problems with the law, definitely during the revolutions, but he wasn't about to blurt that out.
"No, sir. I would not have this job if I did."
"What are intentions with my daughter?" he shot out right after Connor finished talking.
"Dad!" Brooke growled at him.
"Hush," he said sternly, staring at Connor the entire time.
"I love Brooke with all my heart. I want nothing more than to give her happiness and love." Connor felt somewhat angry with John, the questions were stuff that was none of his business. Brooke could handle herself, she didn't need her father dictating her love life.
"Do you want children with her?" The question hit Connor like a ton of bricks, he couldn't have kids. He stood up from the table, making the chair screech against the floor.
"Excuse me," he said as he walked away. Brooke felt her stomach churn as she watched him walk away, head dropped.
"Why did you have to do that?" she shouted at him. John looked at her then shrugged before continuing with his food.
"Not my problem if he's sensitive. You need a stronger man and can answer any question." Brooke also got up, she walked halfway out of the room before turning back, pointing a finger at him.
"He is more of a man than you! He didn't answer the fucking question because he cannot have kids. He hates himself every day to know he cannot give me a child of his own." John opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it, he now did feel bad for speaking to Connor that way. "You will either say you're sorry or we both leave in the morning. Let him cool down tonight, goodnight," she said with a curt nod and slammed the double doors shut behind her.
Brooke found Connor sitting on the end of their bed, his head in his hands. "Babe?" she whispered as she walked closer. He looked up at her, the blue bloodshot eyes and blue cheeks showed he had been crying.
"I am sorry for walking away, but I needed some space." Brooke stopped in front of him and pulled his chin up to face her.
"I told him about you not being able to have kids, he instantly changed his behaviour. He does feel bad now, I told him to say sorry or we both leave tomorrow." Connor nodded, he hated himself for not being able to have kids. It was something he hated seeing in public, fathers being happy with their kids, laughing, playing, loving.
"I love you, Connor," she whispered. Connor smiled as he looked at her, pulling her to straddle him.
"I love you too, my love." Brooke brushed his hair from his face, looking at his loving eyes and strong features. She pulled him into her lips, becoming hungry for him and his attention. Connor obliged, groaning against her and wrapping his arms around her.
He pulled his body back onto the bed, taking Brooke with him. She squealed as they fell back, but went straight for his lips again.
She could just about taste the lust he begged from her, it had only been a day since they last had sex, but it was a day too long for them both. Connor pulled at her jumper, getting it over her head and throwing it on the floor.
Brooke unbuttoned his shirt, letting her hands fall on his pale stomach. He hummed at her touch, her bra was next on his list. He never had any problem getting it off, just one quick swipe to unclip the strap and it was done.
He pulled his lips away from hers and went for her breast, nipping, licking and sucked on it. Brooke moaned loudly, dragging her nails down his stomach, this made Connors hip jerk up against her. His hard member brushed against her, she moaned even louder.
Connor pulled away from her breast and flipped her over, she squealed as he held himself on top of her. She started to fumble with his jeans, she wanted it to be long and passionate, but the drive was too strong.
Connor used his free hand to get her jeans undone and she pulled them down below her knees, letting her legs spread for him. He pulled his own trousers partly down, letting his dick hit her entrance, she nearly groaned as she partially felt him.
"God, I need you, Connor," she moaned against his ear. Connor groaned deeply in response, she drove him crazy. He put his hand between them both to get himself lined up.
Connor had to put his hand over her mouth to stop the loud moaning as he aggressively entered her. Her warmth nearly made him give in just before they started.
"You're so wet," he groaned. The voice was all it took for Brooke to arch her back and thrust her hips, forcing Connor to do the same. The room filled with moans.
He barely gave her a chance to keep up, pounding into her at a near full pace. Brooke broke one of her legs out from her jeans and wrapped it against his half-exposed ass, making him come closer.
They kissed hard between the panting and moaning. Brooke didn't think she could last much longer, the one thing she couldn't believe about the RK900 was that the body was bigger in all areas and stamina was nearly double the old RK. She found that out the first night they slept together when Connor went for nearly an hour and a half, she could barely move afterwards.
Tonight was different, Connor was somewhat angry and that made him more aggressive in bed. He showed that by thrusting three more times, harder with each one. The last finished him, the bed crashed against the wall as he reached his limit.
Brooke came soon after him, feeling him fill her sent her body over the edge. Connor collapsed on her, he tried to hold himself up to not crush her, but it barely worked.
They both laid still, panting for ten minutes before Connor finally got up. He pulled his trousers completely off and went to clean up in the bathroom. Brooke watched him stroll around their room naked, she loved the sight.
She went to clean up as well but emerged from the bathroom before him, it seemed Connor needed a hot shower. She sat on the end of the bed with her phone, checking emails and messages.
Twenty minutes later Connor finally came out with a towel wrapped around his waist. He leant against the door frame watching Brooke as she sat with her legs crossed, just a bra and pants on.
He cleared his throat and she shot her head up, her brows instantly dropped and her eyes went straight to the bulge hidden behind his towel.
"Jesus, you are delightful tonight. You're ready... again?" Connor barely nodded, his hooded eyes showing he was still frustrated. Brooke carefully placed her phone on the nightstand and scooted up the bed. "Well then," she whispered. "You best come here then."
A/N: I'm sorry! I've been away again and felt terrible for falling so far behind. I've been unwell lately and had writer's block, getting back into gaming helped and I may do another run of Detroit Become Human soon. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and don't worry. Brooke's father will come around soon, I'll make sure he does!