Requested by elphaba_holtzmann on AO3: might I request one in which the reader is a detective helping Hank and Connor on their investigation, they're all at the scene of a crime but the reader is just completely distracted by Connor? maybe some sweet fatherly teasing from Hank too?

If this ended up a little more suggestive than you were hoping for... then I'm really sorry :')

Warning for suggestive language and impure thoughts! Lol.

P.S: IT'S MY BIRTHDAY ;D

Captivated

There was so much blood.

The walls were painted reddish brown, decorated with the innards of three unfortunate victims who all lay splayed about the room in a seemingly uncoordinated fashion. The first body, a male in his forties, was propped against the wall near the entrance to the lounge, and the second and third bodies - both females, one in her fifties and the other in her thirties - were bundled in the opposing corner, crumpled together.

All three of the victims had suffered lethal stab wounds to the torso and abdominal area, and the ensuing bloodbath was quite a gruesome sight to behold for any regular member of society. For you, a newly transferred detective with the homicide division of the Detroit Police Department, it was just another day on the job.

It was the third case you had been involved with since your occupational relocation, and the third instance in which you had joined Detective Connor and Lieutenant Anderson at the scene of the homicide to investigate the evidence; the sight of the massacre should have filled you with disgust - because no matter how many times you were made to analyse the remnants of homicidal incidents, the thought that anybody could so brutally harm another person sickened you - but since meeting Connor, you found that the sight ignited a zealous excitement deep in your chest that you knew was really quite inappropriate in the moment.

Because where there was blood, you knew it was only a matter of time before Connor did the thing.

The thing being a real-time forensic analysis that kindled a very fervent reaction within you.

The first time you had seen the android do it, you had been quite unsettled; it was jarring to watch someone who looked and acted just like a human dip their fingers into a pool of putrefied blood and then pop those fingers innocently into their mouth as if that was a totally normal, completely rational thing to do. Connor had noticed your disturbed expression and promptly apologised for not having warned you of his integrated skill beforehand.

The second time, you had been prepared, and watched raptly as he licked his blood-smeared fingers to identify everything about the victim, and when you had returned home later that evening - still unable to shake the image from your mind - you realised that you may have been experiencing a developing case of infatuation. After all, enjoying the sight of somebody licking blood from their fingers was not generally a widely tolerated kink, except within the fictional boundaries of vampire novels - and even then, it was usually teenage girls who found that kind of thing irresistible.

This time, you were watching Connor like a hawk, waiting for him to take a step towards the darkening splatters that marred the room so that you could fasten your gaze on his ridiculously soft looking lips and observe the way his tongue would dart out to catch the drop of blood he intended to evaluate.

Fuck. You were so far gone with this android. You'd only known him a couple of weeks but you would have dropped anything and everything in a heartbeat to spend a night with Connor - was that indecorous? It was probably a bit indecorous - especially if he were to show you all the other magnificent things he could do with his tongue - yeah, definitely indecorous - but you weren't quite as forward as your thoughts made you appear.

You scrutinised the android in silence, not quite confident enough to openly flirt with him, your pulse raging wildly in your veins as you readied yourself in anticipation for him to dip his fingers into the dregs of the slaughter that had taken place.

It wasn't like it was just the blood-licking thing that got you going, either. There were plenty of things Connor did that had you simply enamoured.

The coin tricks. Watching the android roll that coin over his knuckles, often without even looking at his hand, was simply spectacular - the sight of Connor's fingers bending and wiggling with the intent of cradling the quarter between his digits left you feeling unimaginably excited. Not only that, but the look of focused contemplation on his face made it all the more better - he always seemed to be deep in the machinations of a case whenever he pulled his little coin out, and it really brought home the fact that he did the clever tricks so effortlessly and without thought. His mind was on something else completely different, but he knew the exact way in which to arch his index finger so that the quarter didn't slip gracelessly from his hand.

Those were some talented fingers.

Speaking of hands, you swallowed the increasing saliva in your throat, gaze centered in on the way Connor rubbed his palms together as he moved carefully around the crime scene, taking extra care to avoid the pools of blood or unusually misplaced objects with heedful, attentive steps. There was just something about the way he moved that hypnotised you - you wanted to know which manoeuvres and gesticulations had been originally inputted into his circuits, and which ones he had picked up himself since breaking free of his programming along with the rest of the android species. Some movements he made seemed mechanical, like the way he rotated his head around the room while performing his initial scan, but others were fluid and smooth, like the way he revolved with his entire body as he tilted his head back and cast a glance up at the ceiling - his eyes incisive and sharp.

Ugh. Those damn eyes.

Connor's eyes were prepossessing. When the android was in his element amongst a crime scene, exploring and probing his environment for clues, his eyes were cool and calculating, shimmering with great intellect in which you could practically see the cogs turning - or rather, see the electricity travelling from circuit to circuit; but when you were at the precinct or anywhere else that didn't require any immediate, keen, investigative work, Connor's eyes were warm and friendly, wholly transmitting his companionable nature.

Those eyes were one of the most expressive things about the android. In the shade his eyes were dark brown like warm, liquid chocolate, but they were also striking in the right light - like the hue of sunshine glinting through a bottle of whiskey. When he blinked, his long eyelashes fluttered against the pale pink skin of his cheeks, mesmerising you all over again.

You could write a ten-page essay about why Connor was the most beautiful android you had ever met - perhaps even more beautiful than any human - from the way his LED flickered with cognizance upon discovering a link between evidence, to the way he adjusted his tie to ensure his appearance was nothing less than optimal.

He was just… really, really alluring, and it was going to ruin you as a detective. You couldn't direct your attention on anything but him and you knew it was a problem, especially when you became aware of the narrow looks Lieutenant Anderson kept throwing your way whenever he caught you looking completely absent-minded.

"Why are you just standing there, kid? Get to work", the lieutenant snapped abruptly, startling you enough that you jumped a good few inches off the ground. Hank's eyes shone with amusement at your reaction - after all, he really hadn't barked the order all that loudly. You'd just been so caught up with eyeing the android detective that the resonance of the old man's voice piercing through your trance had been enough to shock your muscles into motion.

"S-sorry lieutenant", you mumbled, face flushing red at having been caught staring, and you noticed Connor glance around at you in your peripheral vision, likely wondering what the commotion was about. You managed to ignore his surveying look and forcibly turned your attention to the body of the man by the entrance, intending to take a closer look at his fatal injuries.

You pushed yourself to regard the corpse, taking note of the three visible knife wounds in his stomach, all grouped closely together as if made quickly in succession, and then to the slit across his throat where the blood had congealed all down the front of his shirt. You squinted as your eyes darted across the dead man, trying to kick your mind into figuring out just how the murder may have taken place, but your brain refused to cooperate. All you could think about was when Connor was going to exercise his real-time analytical skills and lap up a nice sample of decaying blood.

There was something quite wrong with you.

You sneaked a glance back over your shoulder. Connor had resumed his perusal of the morbid scene, appraising the books strewn across the floor that had clearly been dislodged from the shelves nearby, and you felt your breath catch in your throat, quickly swallowing the exhale before it could escape your mouth in the form of a choke, because Connor was bent over slightly, hands on his knees as his jacket rode up a little to reveal the attractive curve of his jean-clad ass.

You really shouldn't have stared, but you were only human.

Why had Connor been created with such a gorgeous butt? He was built just as a detective android, right? Surely Cyberlife should have entertained the possibility that some humans would end up a little distracted by certain… assets on their advanced prototype? Not that it mattered anymore - Connor was his own person, no longer under Cyberlife's control, so you supposed he could have a perfect ass if he so wanted.

Did he know his butt was irresistible? That it was flawlessly shaped and filled his jeans out in such a divine fashion? Did he know? Everything about his usual manner screamed 'no', but from the way he leaned down and arched his back, causing his poor denims to tighten even more than they already had, you were just about starting to suspect that Connor wasn't as oblivious as he appeared to be.

Your train of thought was briskly cut off by the sound of Lieutenant Anderson clearing his throat; you rose suddenly from your squat, almost tripping over your own feet as you turned to Hank with an expression of utmost innocence - well, at least as much as you could muster at that moment - and came face to face with the old man's very skeptical countenance.

Had he seen you staring, unapologetically, at the android's ass?

"Found a clue, detective?"

You swallowed thickly. He had absolutely seen you staring, unapologetically, at the android's ass.

"No, uh- I was just…" you shook your head, trying desperately to rustle up an excuse for why your eyes had been drawn in that direction, but the lieutenant was not an idiot, and you were not a good liar, "I- I was just wondering if Connor has any ideas about what might've gone down in here", your sudden enthusiasm was evidently strained, and you saw the android perk up at the mention of his name in the same moment that Hank rolled his eyes.

Right, you needed to behave. You needed to show the lieutenant that you can keep it together and excel in your work despite the presence of a distraction.

"I have a few ideas", Connor remarked, looking between the three bodies in the room, his eyes blinking in time with his flashing blue LED as his processor worked to connect the pieces of the puzzle together.

There he goes again, you thought, batting the eyelashes of his doe-eyes like an endearing little puppy. Who gave him the right to look so precious?

Connor fastened his gaze to the pool of blood located near the bodies of the two women and cocked his head, taking a step towards it. You felt a tingle chase up your spine and immediately buzzed into action, practically bustling across the room to stand in a position where you could witness the android's analysis up close.

"Jesus Christ", you heard Hank mutter gruffly as you came to a halt beside Connor, staring at him in an almost fanatical way. The android had paused halfway into a kneeling position to regard you with a quizzical glimpse, looking up at you with those pretty brown eyes, lips slightly parted in an inquisitive way that prompted you to bite the inside of your cheek just to keep yourself composed.

"Is anything the matter, detective?" Connor enquired in a perfectly methodical tone of voice, and yet with the accompaniment of those demure eyes and chaste lips, it almost seemed like he was being overly virtuous - as in deceptively so - and it once again set your heart aflutter.

"No. Nothing", you responded with impressive aplomb, "Go ahead and analyse the blood", you prompted, trying not to seem overeager.

Connor's eyebrow quirked up at your command - he was clearly not used to humans being so ardent about him putting evidence in his mouth - and he let his gaze rest on you for just a moment too long; you smiled nervously under his scrutiny, shrugging with the very slightest roll of your shoulders, and the android returned his attention to the red puddle before him.

He reached down and dipped his fingers into the blood at a surprisingly unhurried pace, bringing his hand back up to his mouth with just as deliberate a movement, and parted his lips, pink tongue darting out to catch the drop of red liquid. He licked the blood from his finger so gradually, not like the last few times he had done it; usually he just dabbed it against his tongue and got to work, but he was doing it painstakingly slow this time - intentionally - and you almost couldn't restrain the soft, provocative noise that threatened to escape you in that moment.

Fucking hell.

You'd been right. The android knew precisely what he was doing to you.

He was being purposely immodest, riling you up with his sensuous, tantalising movements - you couldn't believe you had thought him to be pure and sinless for even a moment - this android was unmistakably trying to entice you, or at the very least he was trying to titillate you for his own amusement.

In confirmation of your thoughts, those chocolate brown eyes shifted fleetingly to you, searching your face to glean whether his actions had had the desired effect - there was definitely a spark of delight in his gaze.

You little son of a-

Hank cleared his throat again, and you really didn't blame him. You were suddenly very aware of the sexual tension that filled the room - it was practically palpable, you could cut it with a knife if you were so inclined. The sound of the lieutenant's clear discomfort jolted you back to reality and you became conscious of the fact that you were standing in a room with three dead bodies thinking some very scandalous thoughts that were far too unsuitable for the current setting.

"I need some air", you stated just a little too forcefully, spinning around so suddenly that you almost tumbled to the ground in your rush to remove yourself from the room. You scampered past the lieutenant and out of the house, into the cold winter air where several officers, humans and androids alike, were combing the front yard for clues. You crossed your arms as you stood, frustrated as all hell, on the front deck of the home, staring at the gathering of curious civilians from around the neighbourhood on the other side of the road.

You barely had time to dwell on the fact that Connor was an absolute tease before someone interrupted your thoughts with a tap on the shoulder and you turned apprehensively to face a very disapproving Hank.

"Listen, I know what you're up to and I'm putting a stop to it. I'm not gonna let you corrupt Connor's mind with your depraved stares and perverted thoughts", he rose a wagging finger as you rushed to cut him off, your face overtaken with a look of incredulous indignation "-and don't try to deny it, it's written all over your face. Quit letting yourself become distracted with your gross fantasies and do your damn job."

You could hardly string a sentence together, too shocked at Hank's reprimand to even produce a clever response. Instead, the words that left your mouth were, "Are you fucking kidding me!?" Had Lieutenant Anderson really not seen the way his dear android partner had been acting toward you? Purposely trying to seduce you with his sultry ways?

Connor was the corrupt one! Not you!

"Ah", Hank spoke, lifting his finger again when your mouth fell open to argue again, "Now, enough of your lecherous gawking. Keep your eyes to yourself, you understand?"

He was acting like an overprotective father, and you were pretty mortified at his presumption of your thoughts over the android. Of course, he was half right. You had been thinking some pretty naughty things - but Connor had totally been putting those thoughts in your head!

You snapped your mouth shut and nodded rigidly, utterly unwilling to put up with this at the current time - there was a crime scene that needed to be investigated, you could deal with Hank's misconceptions later.

As the lieutenant turned and entered the house once again, you were almost sure you recognised the upwards curl to his lip as brutal mirth.

It wasn't until much later in the day, just minutes before the end of your shift, that you came face to face with Connor once again, and you eyed him with dubiety, waiting for him to do something blatantly suggestive or lewd in order to try and lure you once again into his trap. Instead, he waited until Lieutenant Anderson had wandered off into the precinct's break room and then approached you with a knowing smile.

"Detective, there's a ten o'clock showing of a new sci-fi film tomorrow at the movies, I was wondering if you would like to see it with me?"

Your mouth fell open, and then closed, and then opened again.

What?

"You… I- uh ...what?"

"It's called Solar Space. You're a fan of science fiction movies, correct? I deduced so from the various ticket stubs you keep in the top drawer of your desk. I've heard the reviews for the film are very good-"

"You… want to take me out to the movies?" you nearly didn't believe him, your voice drawling out at a sarcastic and wearisome tone, but Connor simply smiled and nodded. "So, what, are you- are you interested in me?" The thought made your heart stutter.

Connor blinked, "Well, yes", his expression became suggestive, the upwards curl at the edges of his mouth full of self-satisfaction, "I had thought that was obvious."

You blinked. Unbelievable. Hank's prior admonishment was making less and less sense by the minute.

"I'll pick you up at nine-thirty." He winked. It wasn't a proposal.

You couldn't muster up a witty verbal retort to his cool, suave statement, but as he slipped past you, intent on heading towards the break room, you made the very unprofessional decision to slap him right on the ass.

Connor yelped.

You hadn't smacked his butt hard, just enough to drive home your intentions - that you weren't going to let him rattle your composure, and that you were very much interested in him too - but the android's stance grew taut and you were afraid for a few moments that you had just fucked up the dynamic with your ridiculously handsome, gorgeous, plastic partner.

His LED flickered yellow for the briefest of moments before cycling back to blue, but the android's equanimity was nonexistent. Connor was blushing, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open ever so slightly - you were so glad that Hank hadn't seen, or you would be very, very afraid that the lieutenant would've throttled you for that display after what he had told you earlier.

"Mmf. I- I'll see you tomorrow, detective", the flushed android murmured, his suddenly dulcet tone full of promises, and you smirked as he visibly struggled to settle himself. Connor padded away to the break room, and you stared at his perfect ass the whole way as he went.

Huh. Connor wasn't as suave and smooth-talking as he wished he was. Couldn't even handle a slap on the ass without glowing pink from bashfulness.

And wasn't that just the most satisfying thing.

Notes: Hank is an ULTIMATE troll ;D I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! It's a little shorter than usual but I hope it was still fun to read. Requests still closed at the moment!