Requested by Moomaplier on AO3: If it's possible I'd love to see a fluffy bath thing with Connor. For whatever reason one of them, or both, could need to bathe for. Oh, maybe Connor in a bubble bath because those are amazing and part of the "human experience" lololol. It's probably silly but I just find having company or being the company during a bath to be really enjoyable and nice feeling.

This was too cute, I hope you enjoy the silly little oneshot I've created with this prompt :') Hope it heals your hearts after the sadness that was the last chapter :') Sorry it took like a whole week to post! I've gone back to work after almost 3 weeks off sick and I've been super tired out!

The super awesome WONDERFUL Leonixon wrote a sweet lil sequel ficlet based on chapter 13 of this fic (Detrimental) and it is REALLY GREAT AND I LOVE IT! You can find the link to it on my profile so please do read it and give her some lovely reviews because she deserves them! :D

Sterilise

It never ceased to amaze you what lengths criminals would go to in order to elude being caught.

Well, okay, it didn't amaze you that much given they were usually trying to evade life imprisonment - or a very long sentence at the least - but your dramatic ass always surmised the conclusion that it would be far easier if those idiots just handed themselves in, then the messy parts could all be avoided.

The 'messy parts' in question involved quite a literal mess. An incredibly muddy construction site, to be specific, complete with fresh puddles of murky water and slippery slopes into piles of sand.

It was just typical that the homicide suspect would decide to cut through the uneven, mucky terrain in hopes of escaping. If you were any less determined to catch the son of a bitch, you probably would've given up at the chain-link fence, but you'd rather endure the irritation of getting filth all over your trousers when the alternative was disappointing Connor, who was right there with you in the chase.

Hank had cleverly decided to head around the construction yard, hoping to cut the suspect off before they could make a swift exit, which left you and Connor with the dirty deed of following the criminal in order to steer them in the direction that would make it most advantageous for the lieutenant to ambush them.

It was a good thing the construction site wasn't currently in use, or things could have been so much more difficult than they already were.

You remained vigilant in your chase, trying not to think about the wet silt spattering up the back of your legs with each aggressive step, and conquered each obstacle as it came - you were so not wearing the right shoes for this - with about as much grace as a drunken donkey; Connor's poise was remarkable and you were ridiculously jealous of the dexterity he displayed when he jumped the red and white barrier planks like hurdles in a track race.

It was a miracle that you managed to catch up with him, weaving in and out of traffic cones before climbing up the edge of what looked like a sand dune - except with mud instead of sand - with more than enough trouble. The piles of dirt seemed to be a mix of soft mud and battered concrete, forming a far-from-stable surface with which to chase criminals on, but you just about managed, relieved that the suspect seemed to be heading straight for the gate you had hoped they would make a break for.

All was going well, until to brought your foot down with exceeding force and stepped in a soft patch of soil when you'd expected it to be a hard patch. You were thrown off balance instantaneously and reached your hand out to the nearest stable entity in an attempt to right yourself. This stable entity unfortunately happened to be Connor.

You realised your mistake as soon as it happened. While you managed to correct your footing and resume the chase, the poor android took a misstep in result of the impact of your hand on his arm throwing off his equilibrium, and thus, Connor slipped down the edge of the muddy dune and splashed head-first into an opaque, brown puddle.

"Shit!" You yelled, "Sorry, Connor!"

There wasn't much you could do for the android at that moment - you still had to apprehend the criminal so you could close the damn case you and the other two had been working for weeks now - you weren't about to let this suspect escape, even if it meant leaving Connor face-down in the mud. You pushed the guilt of your mistake into the back of your mind and sprinted after the culprit, this time taking special care to pay attention to where you brought your feet down.

The suspect leapt for the chain-link fence, pulling himself over with sheer determination, and you quickly followed with stubborn persistence - you couldn't push Connor into the mud and then fail to catch the criminal, that would be ultimately embarrassing and you'd never hear the end of it so long as Hank was around - despite being a tad laggy in your movements. You stumbled as you hit the solid pavement on the other side of the fence, glad to be out of the construction yard, and noticed as you threw a short glimpse over your shoulder that Connor was floundering back up the slippery slope he'd fallen down.

You were glad that he was okay, and resolved to apologise for the mishap just as soon as you'd seized and detained the supposed murderer of your case. You kicked yourself into action, chasing the silhouetted figure around the corner of a building and into a dark alley - ahead, you saw the man charging away like he'd been shot from a canon, throwing his entire body into his gallop, and in the blink of an eye, a familiar leg came out of nowhere at the exit of the alley, tripping the suspect and sending him flying.

"Hank!" You exclaimed, slowing as the lieutenant straightened up and cracked his knuckles, immediately kneeling to press his knee into the groaning suspect's back. He pulled the criminal's hands back to cuff his wrists with ease.

You slowed to a stop, almost buckling as you wheezed, hands resting on your knees as you tried to catch your breath, "Fuckin' hell. Son of a bitch can run", you grumbled, eyeing the struggling suspect with an accusatory glance. "Good job tripping him, Hank."

"Heh, all in a day's work", the lieutenant responded, not at all phased by the criminal's desperate attempts to wriggle out of his predicament, before casting a cursory glance in your direction "Er, where's Connor?"

Your lips clamped shut briefly, your cheeks dusting pink, "Umm… well, about that…"

As if on cue, footsteps sounded from behind you, echoing throughout the narrow passage, and you let your gaze fall to the floor as Connor approached to stand to your left, if only to simply avoid looking at his face. Surely, the android would not be happy that you effectively pushed him into the dirt for your own sake - it didn't matter that it was an accident.

"Jesus, kid, what the fuck happened!?" the lieutenant snapped, and you heard the android expel a sigh. The desire to peer at Connor to observe the state he was in was rather overwhelming, after all, you had never seen him looking anything less than perfectly pristine, but you were afraid that if you so much as glanced his way, the android's intense stare would cause you to spontaneously combust from shame.

You really hadn't mean to shove him down that slope…

You were overcome by the urge, and slowly rotated your head to take a peep at Connor.

Oh. Oh dear.

The android's posture was ever so slightly slumped - a product of his unfortunate state, no doubt - his arms hung sullenly at his sides and his feet were planted a little further apart than usual. He was covered in mud.

His hair was a mess, matted and caked with mire, and his clothes were dripping wet from him having fallen into that swampy puddle - the white of his shirt was not visible, and his tie, his poor tie, was smothered with brown sludge along with the rest of his front, from his collar to the bottom of his trousers. He must have slipped again as he'd tried to pull himself back up the slick incline.

Connor's face was daubed with a very unappetising smear of sticky, clumpy dirt reaching from the bridge of his nose, down over his cheek to the left side of his jaw. His right cheek, on the other hand, was encrusted with a patch of dry sand, the little grains sticking to his synthetic skin where it had become wet in the puddle. There were finger marks across his eyes and mouth where he had attempted to remove the worst of it.

His LED was blinking yellow and he just looked truly sorry for himself.

If it wasn't for the fact that you were the cause for his regrettable state, you probably would have snorted with laughter right then and there - and then promptly felt the impact of a tidal wave of remorse given the vibes of humiliation emanating from Connor's filthy body at a near constant rate. Really, his condition was quite demeaning and even the android wasn't immune to the feeling of mortification.

It was all your fault.

"I-I'm so sorry, Connor", you practically squeaked, your hand having flown up to cover your mouth in shock; you felt ashamed as Connor's gaze fell on you, but you couldn't discern much about his expression under the hapless, reluctant guise of a mud-monster. You could, however, detect the telling furrow of his brow, and the piercing stare in his usually warm, brown eyes.

Connor sighed again. "It's… okay, detective."

The android seemed to be giving off mixed signals. He looked pissed, and yet he sounded forgiving.

"No, I- I really am sorry!" Your actions had not looked good. You'd shoved the android into the dirt and carried on as though nothing had happened, "I didn't mean to push you, I swear!"

"I understand", Connor replied evenly, his voice smooth and calm, but you couldn't help but interpret his cursory response as clipped and stony. It further bothered you that the android did not intend to express his annoyance at the ordeal - you certainly felt like you deserved to be on the receiving end of Connor's fury - he was just too subdued in his manner to snap at you.

"I know you're angry with me", you ruefully murmured, "and I know I deserve it. But I really am sorry…" You couldn't apologise enough, and you felt as though it would be more relieving if Connor just made his displeasure abundantly clear. You wanted him to shout at you, shove you, or call you an idiot - anything was better than subtle, silent resentment.

"I'm not angry with you, detective. You didn't mean to push me, it was an accident. I understand that." The android insisted he did not hold it against you, but it really didn't make you feel any better.

"Hold on, what- you pushed him?" Hank enquired incredulously, one eyebrow cocked warily as the lieutenant pinned you with a reproachful look.

"Accidentally!" You felt the need to defend yourself, "You don't really think I'd push him into the mud on purpose?"

Hank looked far too skeptical for your liking, "This is probably a bad time to bring up the fact that our shower plumbing has been having problems", the lieutenant informed Connor, "The water pressure is practically nonexistent, the faucets are fucked."

"Yes. You mentioned it briefly two days ago." The android pointed out, remarkably composed despite his appearance, though there was a troubled knit in his eyebrows, "I suppose I will have to use the shower at the precinct."

That was quite unfortunate, especially given that in order for Connor to reach the precinct washroom, he would first have to walk straight through the middle of the station, in plain view of everybody else there - Gavin included - and it that were to happen, Detective Reed would never let him hear the end of it. Connor was humiliated enough already, he didn't need that jerk's derisive remarks on top of that.

"You can use my shower", you blurted out, before clearing your throat as the other two regarded you with surprise, "Ugh, I mean, it's the least I can do, right? My house is on the way back to the precinct. You can shower there and avoid having to endure Gavin's ridicule."

Connor blinked, giving the lieutenant a fleeting look before facing you again, a small smile pulling at his lips - at least, you thought he was smiling, it was pretty difficult to tell with all that muck on his face. "That would certainly be preferable, detective."

It was decided, then.

You liked to think you knew almost everything there was to know about Connor.

You knew he enjoyed the company of animals - dogs and cats, mostly - and that he found a very virtuous delight in running his fingers through their soft fur, so much so that he could happily sit on Hank's couch all night petting Sumo endlessly.

You knew that Connor's silver calibration coin held more uses than just sharpening his physical and cognitive functions, no matter how many times the android denied it - he would pull it out to show off and perform particularly impressive little tricks with it when he knew you were watching. The quarter also served as a stimulant for when he was bored - you'd observed him pulling the little coin out on multiple occasions when there was simply nothing else to do, usually when he had to wait for you and Hank to eat lunch in the middle of a shift.

You knew that he cared about his physical presentation given that you had spotted him, on far more than one occasion, adjusting his tie and rubbing the creases out of his shirts - which explained why he must have felt a great distress at being caught in such an appalling state after your regrettable mishap.

You thought you knew everything about Connor, but it seemed the android could still surprise you.

"What do you mean you don't know how to bathe!?" You stared at Connor like he'd suddenly grown a second head, your mouth agape and your eyes narrowed in suspicion - was he messing with you? You weren't sure why he'd make something like this up, and the android did seem just a little bit awkward and self-conscious at divulging this little tidbit of information.

"I was never programmed with the knowledge of cleaning procedures. The Cyberlife employees handled the task of cleansing my body if I ever became anything less than spotless", he looked down at his grime-covered suit with moderate aversion, "Every now and then I pick up a little dust and dirt, in which case I can usually polish myself with a wet cloth, but… I think this may require a little more than that."

He looked to you again, his eyes alight with an unspoken question that he seemed too sheepish to voice, "So you're saying you… you need help… washing?"

Connor nodded his head, "If you don't mind… your assistance would be much appreciated", he spoke in a shockingly small voice, which pretty much cemented his shame at having to ask for your aid in this task.

You let out a sigh, shifting your weight back and forth on your feet, hands on your hips as you contemplated whether there were any alternatives to what the android was asking of you. Nope. You couldn't think of a way around this - you'd gotten him into this literal mess, it was up to you to get him out of it.

The problem was, you had a huge crush on the android, and the thought of seeing him unclothed and wet made your heart thump vigorously behind your ribs. You weren't sure you could perform this duty without your face turning a ridiculous shade of red.

"I… um…" you gnawed on your bottom lip, "Yeah, okay, I- I guess… in that case, it'll be easier if you have a bath instead of a shower", you cleared your throat, "I'll just… go run you… a bath…" you really needed to get your mind out of the gutter, because the only thoughts drifting through your mind in that moment were as indecent as the state of Connor's usually immaculate work suit.

"Thank you, detective", Connor spoke, stepping aside as you shimmied past where he was stood in the doorway of your bathroom.

You took a deep breath and knelt by the tub to begin drawing a bath, turning the taps and dipping your hand into the rising water to check that the temperature was pleasant enough; as the water level rose, you wondered inwardly how you would go about bathing the android without getting too flustered - you weren't entirely sure you had the self control to avoid letting your eyes wander to various places. You were all too aware that Connor was standing behind you, staring at the back of your head as you prepared the tub for him, and it made the tips of your ears turn red just thinking about it.

You blinked, your eyes falling on the brightly coloured bottle of bubble bath sitting on the ledge of bath supplies to your right - ah, that's perfect! - and without a moment's hesitation, you swiped up the bottle and began pouring a sizeable amount of the contents into the water; the liquid rushing from the faucets worked to agitate the bubble bath and create a growing cluster of pink-tinted suds.

With the masking layer of bubbles sitting on the surface of the water, you wouldn't have to worry about catching any fleeting glimpses of, ah, private body parts. You felt a little more at ease now, turning back to Connor with a shy smile as you stood.

"Alright, just, uh, take your clothes off and get in the bath… I'm gonna see if I can find some clothes in my closet that'll fit you cause let's face it… you can't wear that back to the station, can you?" You motioned the sickening state of his attire with your wiggling fingers and cleared your throat as he immediately reached to remove his tie and jacket, "Just put them on the counter there… I'll throw 'em in the washer for you later."

The android nodded his head and you quickly slipped away, padding down the hall towards your bedroom, letting out a breath once you reached your wardrobe. You really hoped you had some clothes that Connor would be able to comfortably wear - it needed to be something work appropriate, and you definitely didn't have any suits in his size hiding away in the back of your clothing collection. After a little rummaging, you found a pair of dark grey sweatpants and a cotton sweater in a very attractive shade of light blue.

They weren't exactly apropos for working in a precinct but Captain Fowler would just have to deal with it - the android couldn't very well walk around naked, now could he?

As you made your way back to the bathroom, fresh clothes piled in your arms, you noted that the sound of the bath filling up had ceased and could only deduce that Connor had gotten into the bath and shut off the faucet - at least, you hoped that was the case. You didn't want to walk in on the android to find him halfway through shedding his clothes.

You approached the doorway tentatively and peeked in through squinting eyes, prepared to slam your eyelids shut in case you happened to catch a glimpse of something you shouldn't have, and felt yourself relax at the sight of Connor sitting stationary in the tub, staring down at the pinkish froth on the water's surface.

His LED shimmered through the dirt on his face in its calming blue state as Connor cupped his hands together and examined the bubbles with all the curiosity he usually reserved for evidence at a crime scene; any qualms you had about helping the android to wash immediately dived out the window, your nerves alleviated - he was exhibiting behaviour similar to that of a child discovering something new for the first time. Connor's first bubble bath. The thought brought a smile to your face.

You entered the room again, placing the fresh clothes on the counter by the sink before taking the pile of Connor's dirt-swathed garments to the laundry room a couple doors down the hall, and shoved them into the washing machine for a thorough cleanse.

Returning to the bathroom, you gave Connor a small smile as his gaze fell on you, an almost inquisitive look in his benevolent eyes.

"Is the water warm enough?" you asked by way of breaking the slightly awkward silence, and Connor's LED flickered briefly before he dipped his head in a nod.

"The temperature is ninety-six point eight degrees fahrenheit."

You knelt down beside the bath, quirking an eyebrow at the android, "And that's okay for you, right?"

Connor blinked, a light smile befalling his still-muddy face, "Yes, the water is pleasantly warm. Thank you." He was quiet for a moment, dragging his fingers through the foamy bubbles idly, "This is already far more enjoyable than when I underwent cleansing protocols at Cyberlife."

You frowned slightly, "Whaddya mean?"

"They cleaned my body with cold water, from a pressure washer", he informed matter-of-factly, still dragging his fingers aimlessly through the pink suds, and you felt your eyebrows pull into a furrow.

"That doesn't sound nice at all", you remarked - it sounded awful, in fact - and it bothered you that Connor ever had to endure such an impersonal experience. Well, in that case, you'd make the android's first proper bath extra special. Now where's that rubber ducky.

You opened up the cabinet below the sink and sifted through your various bathing products and commodities, grabbing the little yellow rubber duck and a few bottles of shampoo and gel wash. You chucked the duck into the bath, biting your lip to stifle a giggle as Connor blinked quizzically, picking the object up to inspect it with interest.

"I have a question", the android spoke gingerly as he continued to scrutinise the duck.

"Yeah? Ask away."

"What is the purpose of the pink solution you poured into the water?"

You had thought he was going to enquire about the rubber duck that he had started squeezing in his hand, testing the tough elasticity of the substance, but he surprised you yet again.

"The bubble bath? It's just to make a bath less boring", you apprised, reaching in to scoop up a handful of suds before blowing them into his face. A string of giggles fell from your lips as he recoiled a few inches and reached up to rub his wet hand across his face, shifting a good portion of mud to his palm. It reminded you that the android sitting in the bath before you was in fact still very dirty and you let out a soft noise of amusement, reaching for the showerhead, "Alright, let's start with rinsing the worst off it off, huh?"

Connor seemed wholly amenable to your suggestion.

"Close your eyes", you instructed, waiting for him to comply before you switched the spray on and aimed the warm jet of water at the android's face. The congealed mire softened under the water stream and washed away, leaving only the most stubborn stains and smudges on Connor's pale face; it was like a breath of fresh air as the dirt rinsed away to reveal soft, bespeckled skin underneath, and you found yourself subconsciously counting up each freckle and mole as they appeared.

When the dirty splotches no longer yielded to the clean spray, you tilted Connor's head back with with an encouraging brush of your fingers below his chin and began sluicing the cascade through his grime-matted hair instead.

The torrent from the showerhead was not enough in and of itself to dislodge the gunky buildup in the android's hair, so you switched the spray off and turned your attention to the array of shampoo bottles you'd lined up beside you. Connor's eyes blinked open after a few moments and he watched you peruse the descriptions of hair-care products with concerning indecision.

"What's wrong, detective?"

A thoughtful hum left your mouth, "Would you rather your hair smell like pink grapefruit, eucalyptus, lavender, strawberry burst, watermelon rush, mandarin orange, lemongrass, or peppermint and keylime?" You held up each bottle respectively, a sheepish smile on your face at the wide array of shampoo scents you were in possession of.

The android's mouth opened and then closed as he blinked again, "I don't think it matters, detective. The scent will likely fade in less than twenty-four hours."

"Well yeah, but until then…" you motioned the hefty line-up of shampoos with a wave of your hand, "you must have a preference? Take your pick."

"I do not process smell in the same way that humans do", Connor explained, "The sensors in my nose have the capacity to identify the source of an odour, but I have no partiality to different scents. I can ascertain whether a certain scent is deemed pleasant or unpleasant by humans - for example, I am well aware that the smell of a dead body is considered repulsive to you, but it cannot repel me in the same way-"

"Connor", you cut him off swiftly, your eyebrow arched dubiously at the android's verbose clarification - he seemed almost like he was stalling, drawing his explanation out without necessity, "I don't have any corpse-scented shampoo so that's a no-go, I'm afraid. What I do have is a variety of fruity and flowery scents that are just as good, maybe even better than the smell of rotting flesh. Just pick one." The sarcastic nature of your quip did not fall on deaf ears, and Connor's lips twitched into a bashful smile.

"What's your favourite?" the android asked instead.

"Uhh… probably pink grapefruit", you responded, tapping your finger against your chin. You popped the cap open with a flick of your thumb and breathed in the strong, sweet fragrance, "Yeah, definitely pink grapefruit."

"Then pink grapefruit will do."

The android seemed somewhat diffident, having diverted his attention once again to the rubber ducky in his hands, and you smiled at his choice, returning all the other shampoo options to the cupboard before squirting a generous glob of the translucent pink liquid into your palm.

You immediately began to lather up Connor's hair, rubbing the gel into his brown locks to rid it of the dirt; you massaged circles into the android's scalp until the shampoo turned foamy and incorporated with each individual strand, and noted with amusement that Connor's eyes had fallen shut - his face holding the visage of somebody who was soothed and content.

"Feel good?" you giggled, and the android's lips formed a smile in return.

You slicked the android's hair back, finding a wholesome mirth in styling his hair as such, and inhaled the wonderful grapefruit aroma rising from his scalp, "Alright, let's rinse your hair out again. See if we can get rid of all the dirt this time", you remarked, reaching yet again for the shower head, "Still sorry that I pushed you in the mud, by the way."

Connor's mouth quirked up a little more in the corner, "I've almost forgiven you."

Instead of entertaining Connor's sly utterance with a retort, you tilted his head back a little more forcefully than before and aimed the deluge of water at his soapy hair, rinsing out the shampoo and excess grime; as you did so, your gaze drifted down to Connor's exposed neck, unable to keep yourself from staring. It was really quite incredible how human-like androids had been made to look - Kamski had thought of every tiny, minute detail when creating the foundations for the android's bodies, even including the illusion of tendons moving beneath the synthetic skin, flexing and stretching with each twist and turn of the neck - and of course, the adam's apple - it really was quite a sight to behold.

Your name fell from Connor's lips in a soft, confused voice, pulling your attention back to find that you were accidentally pointing the water spray directly into the android's tightly closed eyes. You revised your aim, quickly levelling the torrent back at his scalp, a bright red flush blooming on your face as you did so; you cleared your throat, running your fingers through Connor's hair to check that you had cleansed all of the suds from his tresses.

"Okay, your hair's all clean", you informed him with forced sprightliness in an effort to cover your embarrassment at almost being caught staring, placing the shower head back in its nook. You plucked up the body wash gel, of which there was only one scent - cherry blossom - and a clean cloth with which to scrub the indelible mud stains from Connor's pale skin, and squirted a liberal amount onto the washcloth.

"I'm gonna wipe your face now", you told him, "let me know if I'm being too rough", you didn't want to get distracted again and end up being a little too aggressive in polishing Connor's face to its usual pristine presentation. With restraint, you rubbed the soapy cloth over the android's cheeks in circles, eagerly removing the dirt that had originally caked his face thanks to your awkward clumsiness.

"Is this okay?" you enquired, hoping you weren't bringing the android any inadvertent discomfort.

"Yes, it's fine. Thank you", Connor responded, his warm gaze shimmering with something that made your heart rate quicken, and you smiled shyly as you continued to burnish his skin till it shined with its natural radiance, trying to ignore the fact that he was staring up at you, his lips curled in a rather charming way. There was only a few inches of space between the two of you and the reality of that fact hit you suddenly, causing you to shiver and retract your hand from his face.

Connor blinked when you stopped, an eyebrow quirking up and his lips falling into the faintest frown, "Detective?"

You forced a smile, holding out the soapy cloth for him to take, "I- I think you can probably manage the rest, right? Just pull the plug and give your body another rinse with the shower head before you step out of the bath… uhm-" you pointed at the towel on the wall rack, "you can use that towel to dry yourself and then change into those clothes… sorry they're not your usual style", you gestured to the fresh garments on the counter by the sink as the words left your mouth in a hurry, "Uh, I'll go and check that your suit is washing up fine-"

It was a lousy excuse to up and leave, but you pretended not to notice the flicker of disappointment in Connor's eyes as you rushed to escape the bathroom, pulling the door to in order to give the android some privacy, but keeping it open just a tad in case he, for some reason, needed any more assistance.

You were relatively proud of yourself for holding it together as long as you had, but it had fully dawned on you near the end of your aiding task that Connor's face had been awfully close to yours, and that the android's eyes had darted to your lips a few times - probably totally by accident! - but it had put thoughts in your head that had been difficult to ignore.

You busied yourself by checking on the wash progress of Connor's clothes, and stood in the laundry room for a further ten minutes trying to calm yourself down. You didn't quite catch when the sound of the shower cascade finished, nor the noise of Connor stepping out of the tub, but you did become all too suddenly aware of the sound of his footsteps when he left the bathroom and padded down the hallway to find you.

"Detective?" the gentle, quizzical tone of his voice startled you slightly and you spun round to face him, figuring you'd probably looked a little odd staring so intently at the clothes washer, and felt your breath hitch at the mere sight of him.

The clothes you had proffered fit him a little too well. The sweatpants fitted nicely at his hips and hung loosely around his legs, while the blue sweater - which you remembered had purposely been purchased three sizes too big - showed off his collarbone and the peachy, speckled skin of his shoulders. The damn sleeves were just a little too long, hiding his hands so that just his fingers were peeking out the end, and it almost made you melt.

God, the android was too fucking cute for his own good.

"Better?" you tried not to squeak the word out, but your voice betrayed you, leaving your mouth an octave higher than usual.

Connor smiled, his eyes laced with amusement, and you sort of got the feeling he knew something you didn't.

"Better." He confirmed, before his eyebrows raised and he brushed a hand through his still-damp hair, "I forgive you now, for pushing me into the mud. Don't do that again." His tone was light and not at all reprimanding.

You crossed your arms, eyes narrowing at his suddenly playful attitude, "No promises."

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