Requested from guest AO3 user cufetsh: but i also want to see this awkward android after his first kiss with a maybe drunk reader, she does it cause something good happened, and she's so full of emotions she kisses him? he would be so confused. o! or jealous reader, seeing him getting hit on during the mission or something, and he is just clueless. why do i love this lost boy so much.

So it doesn't COMPLETELY follow your request but I got the first kiss + jealous reader + confused Connor points down so I really hope you enjoy what I've written! ;D

Impulse

Un-fucking-believable.

You sunk down into the passenger seat of Hank's car, inadvertently slamming the door behind you in your rage, and crossed your arms over your chest as you seethed from the display you had just observed in the house of the potential witness.

You hadn't liked the woman from the moment you entered the house, watching her pin Connor with her lecherous gaze, and you'd only grown more uncomfortable and protective of the android the longer you'd had to question her for information. She'd only seemed to want to cooperate when Connor was the one interrogating her, which meant you unfortunately had to stand by and look on as the android and the witness shared an intolerable amount of eye contact.

Connor hadn't seemed to react under the witness's sinful stare, and you had wondered whether he was just oblivious or if he simply did not care. Hank had also clearly been savvy to the woman's unchaste ogling of your android partner, but hadn't called her out - then again, neither had you - and you were fuming from not having put a stop to it sooner.

The damn woman had offered to share with Connor all she had witnessed of the crime at hand, but only in exchange for a kiss - and Connor, desperate to solve the case before anybody else could get hurt, had actually contemplated it.

Hank had finally spoken up, wanting to put a stop to the woman's ridiculous deal, "we don't operate like that. You can give us the information we need or we'll take you to the station and give you an official interrogation", but Connor had cut him off.

"We can't waste anymore time, lieutenant", the android had remarked, and that was when you'd chosen to voice your strong opinion.

"You know, there's nothing professional about kissing the witness, Connor", you hadn't been able to keep the reprimanding tone out of your voice, mindful that you sounded patronising and that your anger was misplaced - you should have been rebuking the witness, not your partner - but the idea of Connor kissing another person, especially just for the sake of attaining a lead, absolutely infuriated you.

You'd tried to make it sound like you were disapproving solely from an executive point of view, but from the way Hank quirked an eyebrow at the fire in your voice, you were sure he understood immediately that your displeasure over the situation was rising from a personal matter.

Connor did not seem to catch on.

"I am aware of that, detective, but for the purpose of catching the killer as soon as possible, perhaps it is necessary this one time", the android's expression was neutral, and you wanted to scream at him that no, it's absolutely not necessary, but instead, you pursed your lips, cleverly covering the hurtful look on your face.

"Fine", you snapped, "do what you have to do. I'm heading back to the car", and that was where you currently found yourself, trying to blow off steam but finding it almost impossible given that Connor - the android you'd developed a steady crush on and thought of as more than just a friend - was most likely in the process of analysing the contents of the witness's mouth.

It was stupid - the whole thing was stupid. The witness was stupid, Connor was stupid and so were your flagrant emotions on the subject. It wasn't like Connor didn't realise that he had a choice - he wasn't a machine dead set on doing anything to succeed in his mission, he was a person who had rights and the ability to think for himself, which meant that the only reason he would consider actually kissing that woman in return for useful data was because he no qualms with actually doing it.

That pissed you off, and perhaps it was unfair of you to think that way. Connor was perfectly capable of choosing his own path, but you thought that maybe, just maybe, there had been something special between the two of you.

At that moment, you caught sight of the lieutenant and the android detective in your peripheral vision, leaving the house with looks of steadfast intent on their faces; Hank gave you an enigmatic look that made your face scrunch up with suspicion. Had the two of them extracted enough intelligence to construct a lead? And if they had, had it been on account of the fact that Connor decided to pucker up?

You kept your gaze far away from Connor, side-eyeing Hank as he slipped into the driver's seat, "Got a lead?" you asked rigidly, as the android got into the back of the car due to the fact that you'd stolen his seat in the front.

"Actually, yes, we got a solid description of the perpetrator and found a potential match in our database for the suspect", Hank declared, the corner of his mouth curling in a clandestine smirk, "and no, before you ask, there was no lip-locking involved."

"I decided to try verbal persuasion instead, and it was successful", Connor interjected from the backseat, and you felt your fists unclench from where they rested on your knees.

Good, you wanted to say, but refrained from speaking at all. You were relieved that Connor had seen sense in the end, but you were still wounded that he had deliberated on the exchange in the first place.

You kept your eyes solidly ahead as Hank drove you all to the next location, even as you felt the android's inquisitive gaze pinning you from behind.

The room was falling in and out of focus.

Finally, the case had been closed. After several days of ongoing investigation, the three of you had cornered and arrested the killer, procured his confession, and now you were enjoying a congratulatory drink with Hank and a few other people from the precinct - except for Gavin, fuck that guy - and Connor was there too, hovering by Hank as he put up with the colleague banter between the lot of you.

Glancing down at your glass of whiskey, which had become distastefully diluted from the melted ice cubes, you sighed and downed the remaining liquid.

You'd hardly spoken to Connor in the last few days, conversing with him only when the situation demanded it, and always in a terse tone - you still hadn't gotten over yourself. The problem rested with you, not the android, and you were wholly aware of it, but you were too wilful to admit you'd overreacted.

It was just upsetting to ponder the possibility that Connor was completely uninterested in you when he had unintentionally captured your heart by just being himself.

You wanted to drop your head into your arms and drill the asinine yearning out of your mind; you needed to convince yourself that Connor didn't hold mutual feelings for you so that you could quit dwelling on it - it would only make you miserable.

The mix of too many bodies in one place and the steady flow of alcohol running through your veins had made you uncomfortably warm, so you rose from your seat and stepped towards the exit of the bar.

"Hey, where ya goin?" Hank called out, causing you to cringe - you'd hoped to slip away unnoticed, but you supposed you weren't exactly subtle.

"Just to get some air", you answered, throwing the man a reassuring glance over your shoulder and involuntarily catching Connor's gaze as you did so. The android didn't look sad, but he didn't exactly look happy either - it was probably from having to deal with the gossip amongst your coworkers, Connor wasn't entirely involved in any of the chatter at hand.

He looked like he wanted to follow you.

You sighed, feeling your moody resolve melt away into something more sympathetic, and motioned with a slight jerk of your head for him to join you. The android's face evened out, a spark of relief in his expression as he rose from the table to pursue you.

The air outside was icy and fresh, biting at your skin while simultaneously offering a less stale atmosphere than the cramped room within the bar. The pavement was dusted with a thin layer of snow, freshly fallen and not quite hazardous enough to slip on just yet, but you took cautious steps regardless, knowing that in your faintly intoxicated state, it wouldn't be beyond the realms of possibility for you to slide and fall on your ass.

While the low temperature was pleasant for all of five seconds, it was quick to settle in your bones and bring about discomfort; you hugged yourself and put up with it, knowing you'd rather be outside in the cold as opposed to trapped in a sweaty room stinking of alcohol - plus, you loved the snow, there was something tranquil about it.

The gentle crunches of Connor's steps behind you drifted through your ears; you marvelled at how light-footed the android was - seriously, for somebody composed of a mass of heavy wires and a metal endoskeleton, he sure was nimble - and he approached your side, joining you in the peace of the late night, nothing but the occasional distant sounds of traffic emanating from the main road a few streets over.

You gave a hefty exhale, the misty puff of your breath dispersing in front of your face, and waited for the inevitable moment Connor would open his mouth and shatter the calm environment.

"Detective, why are you ignoring me?"

Another sigh left your mouth and you tilted your head back, glancing up at the cloudy darkness above. The stars were unfortunately blotted out, but you figured it was equitable if you wanted to continue enjoying the snow - as much as you found comfort in watching the twinkling, celestial points, you couldn't bask in the serenity of the softly falling snowflakes without the floating vapour shrouding the sky.

"What would you rather have, Connor? Stars or snow?" you felt silly after the question fell from your lips, realising that it just sounded hazy and bizarre, like you weren't all there. Then again, thanks to your inebriated state, you probably weren't all there.

Connor's eyes scanned your face fleetingly before he turned his gaze upwards, following your line of sight to ponder the odd question you had posed. To your amusement, he actually did bother to answer your outlandish question.

"The stars, I think."

"And why do you choose that?" you probed, not at all surprised by his answer - the stars were beautiful, after all - but still curious as to what reasoning the android would give.

"I… I don't know", was Connor's hesitant response, and you nodded your head. His response was almost comforting, to know that he didn't have an explanation for everything; it made him more human, which was always a positive in your books.

The hush that fell did not last long - it never did when Connor was around.

"Detective, I must insist that you tell me what I've done wrong. You've been avoiding me as much as possible over the past three days and we could have solved the case sooner if not for your stubbornness."

"My stubbornness?" you exclaimed indignantly, a sharp laugh of disbelief breaking free from your throat at the android's nerve, "You- you… shut up!" You weren't always eloquent when you'd had a few drinks.

You affixed Connor with an irate look, scrutinising his unperturbed form - clearly he was nonplussed by your loud utterance - and felt yourself grow vexed at the fact that the android could just stand there, arms at his sides, completely immune to the biting air around him while you were slumped and shivering.

"Aren't you cold?" you half snapped, and Connor cocked his head.

"My temperature sensitivity is disabled", he informed straightforwardly.

"Well turn it on. If I have to endure this frosty weather then so should you." You weren't expecting him to comply, but after a few wordless moments, his blue LED flickered and his whole demeanour promptly changed. Connor shrunk in on himself, arms coming up to wrap around his body, his shoulders raised to protect the bare expanse of his neck - his short collar could only cover so much - and you felt your lips pull into a pout.

It may have just been the alcohol in your blood doing its thing, but seeing Connor react to the unpleasant chill made him look so… vulnerable; you wanted to warm him up, to wrap your arms around him and banish away the cold creeping through the sensors in his skin. You didn't know why he had done as you asked, he was under no obligation to follow your order, so there had to be some reason for his acquiescence.

The android let out an exasperated sigh, the clear difference of Connor's cloudless breath catching your attention, and you strove to give up the charade of indifference, knowing that you couldn't stay angry forever - not at Connor.

"You've been visibly affronted by my presence ever since we left the house of that witness. I'm not entirely sure I comprehend why", you could hear the vague quiver in his voice as he began to shiver.

You licked your lips, wetting them since they'd grown chapped in the glacial weather, and fastened your accusatory gaze on the trembling android beside you, "You would've kissed her", you calmly stated, "just to get a lead that we could have - and did - obtain by other means."

Connor blinked, stepping closer to you as the wind picked up a little - a subconscious effort to absorb the pleasant heat of your body, perhaps? - and frowned, eyebrows pulling together in a way that showed he didn't quite follow, "Yes. Why is that a problem? We would have gotten what we needed immediately and been able to progress the case more quickly."

It aggravated you; you knew Connor wasn't being difficult on purpose - it wasn't his fault he didn't understand - but it frustrated you to no end that his processor didn't work identically to your brain.

"You would have let that be your first kiss?" you couldn't meet his eyes, glaring down at the ground as heat rose from your face. The thought that Connor might have gone through with the deal had you not voiced your opinion completely rubbed you the wrong way - like he would have sold himself for the sake of his job, you did not like the idea one bit.

Connor shifted closer, urging you to assess his face once more, "I don't understand what the fuss is about, detective", the android gingerly asserted.

The realisation hit you like a full-speed freight train.

Of course, you thought, feeling very much like an idiot over your assumptions, of course he didn't get it. The obsession with making one's first kiss a special event was altogether a completely human concept - you couldn't blame the poor android for failing to grasp what you were trying to convey.

"Oh, Connor", you breathed, momentarily clouding your own vision with the white fog of your exhale, and offered a small, cooperative smile to show that you had recognised his bafflement. At the sound of his name, Connor inclined his head slightly, inching subtly forward, his expression growing attentive as if he predicted you would bring clarity to his disordered thoughts.

"Your first kiss should happen because you want to kiss someone - because you want to hold them close and feel their body against yours. It doesn't matter if it's sloppy and awkward or passionate and fiery. It should just be something to remember, something to make you smile when you look back on", you divulged, hoping that your words made sense to his analytical mind, "...your first kiss should be an act of impulse-"

You did not get the opportunity to finish your sentence, cut off by the press of Connor's lips against your own. You drew a sudden inhale, the chilled air attacking your sensitive nose as the short-lived shock faded from you, leaving just the warm feeling of fulfilment; Connor's lips were soft - softer than you had ever imagined - and the kiss he'd initiated was filled with wavering irresolution. He was not confident in his endeavour, clumsy and inexperienced - noticeable in the slight tremor of his gentle movement.

It lasted only a few moments before Connor retracted himself.

Your mouth hung open with incredulity, your eyes blinking as you struggled to focus on his pretty, porcelain face. There was a slight curl to the corner of his mouth that could have been misconstrued as complacency, but you knew Connor - the look was far more comparable to that of an anxious twitch. You had never seen the android as skittish as he was in that very moment.

It hadn't been your first kiss, it probably wasn't even your best kiss, but it was the kiss you had been waiting for - and you were not dissatisfied.

The air was still between the two of you, despite the flurry of snow falling around you, words had yet to escape you, and it appeared the android was becoming all the more nervous because of it; you stared at his face, taking in everything you loved about him. The tiny freckles and moles the dotted his skin, his perfectly arched eyebrows, his cute nose, those shiny pale-pink lips that always seemed so sleek and inviting, but most of all, his eyes.

His gorgeously long eyelashes fluttered as his gaze darted searchingly over your face, and his eyes - his beautiful, brown, glassy eyes - held a world of uncertainty.

You didn't know quite what to say, and neither did he - his LED a solid yellow as it had been since he'd first leant in to kiss you.

"Yes, that's… just how a first kiss should be", you finally managed, a slight hitch to your voice, and the snow felt good against your red-hot cheeks. "Do you understand now, Connor?"

The android's eyes flickered down to your mouth, his lips parting ever-so-slightly, "I'm… not sure. Perhaps we should try again?"

It was impossible to keep the smile from your face, your boldness soaring to a height that left you a little dizzy, though that still could have been the fault of the alcohol you had imbibed; you flung your arms around him, desperate to seek out the advancing warmth of his inner mechanisms, and kissed him again.

Connor pressed against you, welcoming the natural heat of your body as he cupped the back of your neck and smiled against your mouth, finally able to comprehend.

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