You were shopping with Nines at the Christmas bazaar, in the cold winter weather. He had on soft leather, mink lined gloves. "Gloves, Nines?"
"My hands do get cold." He glanced down at you out of the corner of his eye. "I have sensors that would become damaged if they get too cold. And… the pins and needles feeling is not pleasant."
You'd forgotten that pain was a thing for deviants. "Yeah." You tucked your own hands in your pockets. You'd left them on the stand next to the door. "So, what you getting Connor for Christmas?"
"I'm not sure, to be honest. I know he likes to read, but I haven't found any physical books recently." He looked around, surveying the shops at your disposal. "I suppose we can just wander and browse."
"Sounds like a plan!" You linked your arm with his.
He smiled, his cheek a light blue and led the way. You pointed out a stall with handmade jewelry and stopped to scan the selections. "These are beautiful!" You point at a blue triangle that pulsed much like the triangles on an android's uniform before the revolution.
"They were inspired by my wife." The lady behind the counter said. "She's an android and she thought that the triangle needed to be shown off, that it needs to be revamped. It's more like a mood thing now." She grabbed a pair and held them between her fingers. "It has the original blue, yellow, red and a slew of other colors, though yellow means happy and red means love."
"That's so cool." You eyed the earrings with interest, and decided to come back to get a pair later. "Thank you!" You wave at the lady as you move on. Nines stopped to look at the watches the lady had and you wandered off to the next booth as the lady started to explain that they synced to him and to his phone. He caught up to you as you were looking at the handmade sweaters. "What did you get?"
"A watch for Connor." He smiled and pulled it out. "I think he might like it."
You smiled at his obvious affection for his brother. "I think he will, too. What do you think of this sweater?" You pull a thick, pink sweater off the rack and hold it up to your chest. "Is this my color?"
"No." He took the sweater from you and held up a deep royal purple one up. "This one is, though." He held it up to your chest, his smile warm. "It's soft too," he murmured, his fingers brushing your hair behind your ear, making you blush.
"Oh," you whispered, your eyes lost in his. "Thank you."
"I'll get this sweater for you, if you like it."
"You don't have to!" You blush even more, stuttering. "I appreciate the thought, though."
He nods a smirk on his lips. "Why don't we keep wandering?"
You nodded and walk past a wood carver, a hat stand, a few candy makers (which you stop to get a few pounds of Hank's favorite salt water taffy), and a handmade weapons booth that Nines was highly interested in. He spotted a curved knife that was sharp on both sides and would make excellent weapons when in a hand to hand conflict. Slyly as he was distracted by the katanas, you bought him a set of four, in black.
You came across a both towards the center the bazaar, where a man gloves, hats, coats, and scarves, and a beautiful pair of white gloves like Nines. You loved them, but they were expensive, too expensive, so you sighed and moved on to the next booth.
"Oh! Wax hands! Nines-!" You turned and saw the soft leather, mink lined white gloves in his hands. "Nines?" He walked up to you, his cheek blue again, as he held the gloves out to you.
"I saw that you wanted them." He grinned a crooked smile and your heart melted and your knees went weak. "And they look like mine… I thought it was the perfect first date gift."
"Date?" You whisper taking the gloves and petting the soft fur cuffs. "This is a date?"
"Did you… Do you not want it to be?" His eyes were wide.
"No! I mean, yes!" You were blushing again. "Yes! I wasn't sure if you… You never said that you wanted it to be a date!"
"I see." Nines looked undeniably relieved.
You looked at the gloves in your hand and the ones on his own. "Give me one of your gloves." You held out your hand.
He looked at you confused, but did as you asked. You handed him one of the white gloves and slipped the black and white gloves on your own hands. "Now, we are Yin and Yang!" Your grin was wide at how cheesy and perfect it was.
His smile matched yours and he put the white glove on. "Cheeky." He grabbed your hand and held it as you continued to wander through the bazaar. "Would you like to go home?"
"I mean, its cold out, but I'm not ready for this date to end." You looked up at him, you hands swinging between the two of you. "But you can always come in and watch a movie with me... Or something."
"That sounds agreeable." He led you to your car and you tossed him the keys. It was a tad too dark and too icy for your comfort. He smiled as he unlocked the car, climbing in the driver's seat. As he started up the car, you reached over and grabbed his hand. He looked at you, but you stared out the window, your cheeks warm.
He pulled out of the parking lot and you looked over at him. He looked so at ease behind the wheel, you started to feel hot in all the right places, your heart starting to pound in your chest. You could see him smirk as he pulled your hands on to his thigh. You stifle a gasp, your heart beating faster against your ribs.
"See something you like?" His voice was husky, deep and alluring. You didn't trust your voice to keep from cracking so you nodded. "Good."
He pulled into your driveway and opened his door, climbing out gracefully. You were unbuckling your seat belt, sliding off your arm when your door opened and you were pulled out of the vehicle into his chest. Before you could respond, he pressed his lips to your firmly and your arms flew up to his hair, reciprocating without complaint. You moaned when you felt his hand on your lower back and the other tangling in your own hair.
"Shall we take this inside?" You whispered against his lips. "It is a little chilly out here to keep this up."
He pulled you by your hand to your door, unerringly finding your house key and unlocking the door. As soon as they barrier was closed and your gloves and your jacket shed, you were on him. You used your considerable upper body strength to lift yourself and wrap your legs around his slim waist, your lips on his throat. His hands held you under your thighs, his eyes closed. "RA9," he groaned.
"Bedroom?"
"No." His lips attack yours as he set you on the kitchen counter. "Here. Now." He lifted your shirt over and off your body, his following closely as he cupped your breasts through your bra, his tongue running along the edges of the cups. "Fucking gorgeous."
Before you could do anything he literally tore your bra in half, and you moaned at how utterly hot that was. His mouth was on you, mapping out your chest, his tongue tasting every inch of skin he could find. Impatient, you pulled his head back up to yours, crashing your lips to his desperately. "Nines," you moaned. "I need you."
Your hands worked at his belt buckle, ripping the strip of leather from his black jeans. You fought the button and zipper but he grabbed your hands and stopped you. "Yours first."
You hopped off the counter and shucked your pants off faster than you thought you could. You were left in nothing but your lacy boyshorts. They hugged your ass and made it look even plumper than it already was. You saw Nines's eyes zero in on the material.
"You can't rip these ones. They're my favorite." You watched his eyes travel back up your body before he grabbed you and place you back on the counter, tugging you until your butt was at the edge. He knelt, his eyes hot and molten steel, as his mouth descended on your cunt, licking you through the thin lace. You moaned, you hand threading through his chocolate locks. "Fuck."
He pulled the lace of your crotch to the side, his tongue making contact with your folds made you both moan. "You taste so fucking good." His breath was hot against your sex and you shivered from the need in his voice. He left your pussy and used his teeth to ease you panties off your hips, down your legs and off your feet. He balled the panties up and smelled them and your almost came from the heat in his eyes alone.
"Nines," you whimpered. You needed his mouth on you again. "Please."
He smirked and leaned in, dragging his teeth long your inner thighs, his eyes never leaving yours. He nipped the skin, kissing or licking the sting away, teasing you until you nearly screamed at him to stop teasing you. He licked a hot stripe up your folds before burying the appendage in your hole, his nose grinding against your clit. Just as suddenly, his lips wrapped around your bud and he sucked it, his tongue lashing against it, making you shudder.
"More, please more!" You begged both your hands holding his face to your sex. He plunged a finger into your canal and you came. You shot your come all over his smirking face as he continued his assault on your cunt, his finger still pumping in and out of you. He added another and made you come even harder, adding yet another finger before you had to push his face away.
He stood up slowly, his eyes dark, his pupils blown with his need for you. He slowly removed his pants and skin tight boxers and you moaned at the size of him. You wrapped your leg around him, pulling him against you. You ground yourself on his cock, letting the head of him rub your clit just the right way. You saw his jaw clench as he slipped inside you.
You leaned forward and bit his shoulder and you saw his control shatter. He lifted you off the counter, pounding into you with abandon. The roughness made your toes curl; you loved it. He moved, and your back was slammed against the wall in your hallway. You clawed at his back, his shoulders, moaning in his ear. "Fuck, Nines." You repeated the phrase like a prayer.
He removed you from the wall and made it to the couch where he sat and let you take the lead. You set a punishingly slow pace; it was the sweetest torture. You watched his eyebrows knit and his hands clench and release. You kept up the slow pace, your legs beginning to shake with the effort. "Fuck me, Nines."
Nines's hands shot forward, one arm wrapping around your back to grab your opposite shoulder while the other gripped your waist, lifting and lowering you on his cock. You made sure to tighten your pelvic muscles and you saw his eyes widen and then flash. "You really like to play with fire, don't you?" He growled in your ear. You shivered at the concealed promise of punishment.
"Yes," you nodded. "I love it."
He hummed, flipping your positions and holding your hands above your head. "Next time, I'll bring my handcuffs." The idea made you wetter, and you moaned. "You'd like that wouldn't you?"
"Yes, yes!" You moaned as he pounded away into your body. "Oh, god, Nines! I'm gonna come! Please!"
He reached between you and rubbed your clit. "Then, come," he purred. "Come for me."
You screamed, your sight filled with white as you came harder than you ever had, your cunt clamping down on him as he filled you with his own orgasm. "Fucking hell," you said, breathless. "Wow."
He laughed as your speechlessness. "Yes, it was." He rolled over, laying on the couch, pulling you against his chest and kissed you. "So… how about a second date? Maybe dinner next week after work?"