Moments later, the pair stood outside the station. Violet shivered slightly as a chill ran down her spine, it was quite cold. Connor didn't seem to notice, he was distracted by his surroundings. Violet tapped his shoulder to grab his attention. He quickly turned and looked at her "I apologize, Miss. Anderson. I was lost in thought". "That's okay, Connor. Oh, and call me Violet" she said, now having calmed down.
"Okay" He nodded "I suppose you should get going now. It's late and you still have work to do". She nodded "okay, goodbye Connor". He waved at her, smiling faintly. Just then, Violet turned on her heel "Connor...where are you going now?". "I'm going to walk around until Lieutenant Anderson comes to work tomorrow. Why?". She blinked, then giggled "Don't be silly, Connor. Come with me". He blinked, clearly confused.
"This way" she smiled, pointing towards her car. He stepped towards her, nodding and entering her car with her. "Where are we going?" He questioned. "My place, of course. I can't have you walking around in the cold". "I don't want to be in your way" he said. "Not at all" she said, shaking her head "I could use your input".
Connor remained quiet, as if contemplating how to respond. Violet found him adorable already. She turned on the car and then started to drive home. The drive home was mostly silent, apart from the odd cough from Violet, or a sniffle. She figured she was coming down with something. She was a career oriented woman, so that was her worst nightmare. Being sick held her back, she hated it so much. One of the many problems with being human, though.
Once she parked up outside her apartment block, she smiled at him. He returned the smile and she turned off her vehicle before hopping out. Connor followed suit, following her into the apartment block and then up the windy stairs to her front door.
She huffed as she reached the top. Even though she was fit enough, the stairs winded we every day. "Damn" she giggled "must be good to be an Android. You never get tired". He smiled "it's fine, yes". She giggled louder, then opened the door to her apartment, kicking off her shoes as she entered "welcome to my humble abode".
He stepped inside, copying her and kicking off his shoes. She closed the door behind him and then switched on the lights, lighting up the previously pitch black hallway. "You have a nice place" he said to her. "It's fine" she said "two bedrooms though, which is annoying because it's just me. For now. Forever maybe". She shrugged. "Forever?" He blinked "don't you want to get married? Have kids?". Violet blushed a little, she often got anxious when people asked her that question. "Yes" she nodded "but my job is very demanding and men don't seem to like the fact that I'm a forensic anthropologist". "Why not?" He questioned, following her into the kitchen, passed the living room. She poured herself a glass of wine, offering him some. "No thank you, it's not good for my parts". She laughed, then took a swig out of her wine glass "well in response to your question Connor, because employment rates are so low. Men feel they should have jobs, not women and especially not androids". He nodded "so in other words - they are intimidated by your success". She was suprised by his response, nodding "yes. Yes that's exactly it".
"I wouldn't feel bad about that, Violet. You are a successful woman because you work hard. I see that". She felt her heart flutter as she took another swig. He was sweet - shame he wasn't a human. "I know, thank you" she smiled "my career is everything to me...and maybe that's why men don't like me either". "Their loss" he said to her, glancing around her apartment. He gazed back into the living room, seeing her desk and computer "is that where you work from home?". She nodded "it is".
"Why don't you use your spare room as an office?" He questioned. she pursued her lips "I...uh..just in case, you know?". He tilted his head "just in case what?". "Just in case someone needs a place to stay..like Hank or..just in case I do have a baby someday".
"Oh" he said "I understand. Hank is your uncle, correct?". "Yes" She nodded, surprised yet again "how did you know that?". "I scanned the both of you and you share some of the same DNA" he shrugged. violet was very impressed.
"Wow.." she gasped, placing her empty wine glass in the dishwasher "that's impressive stuff". "Thank you" he said "it's part of my program". She giggled "nice". A small silence followed, before she huffed and move towards her computer "well, you can watch TV if you want". He nodded, following her. She switched on the TV for him, handing him the remote.
Connor sat down,taking the remote from her and scanning through the channels. Violet switched on her computer and started to type up her work for filing. Just as she finished, she heard moaning coming from the TV. She froze, turning her head ever so slightly to see what Connor was watching. It was a romance movie - but there was a sex scene. She felt her cheeks heat up - it was very graphic.
"Wow" Connor said quietly "Is that how human babies are made?". She hid her face in her hands "uh..yes". "Do you have to be naked?" He questioned. "Yes, Connor" she said, still blushing. She felt like she was having the birds and the bees talk with a three year old kid. Awkward, much?
"It looks..." he paused "fun". She almost fell off the chair. "Have you ever done this, Violet?" He asked. "Y-yes" she nodded "once". She uncovered her face and switched off the computer. "Just once?" He blinked. "Well not once but...with one person. Detective Reed, as it happens". "How come you don't have a baby then?" H asked. Violet was nearly crying with embarrassment.
"He pulled out" she explained quietly. He tilted his head. Violet sighed, clearly embarrassed but Connor didn't pick that up. "well..when a guy..doesn't want to have a baby with a women there are ways to go about it. Contraception, which comes in many forms. Such as the pill, which you take to prevent pregnancy, or..condoms, which go on the mans penis and prevents his semen from entering the vagina...and uh..well, detective Reed didn't have a condom, and I don't take the pill so..he...took it out and ejaculated someplace else".
"Really?" He blinked "where?". She stood up and clapped her hands together "well, um...that's private. Let's watch something else". He nodded, understanding "okay". She switched over the TV until she found a comedy movie - a childhood favorite of hers, and started watching it with him.
About half an hour in, she dozed off. Connor turned his head to look at her, seeing her sleeping soundly. He took the blanket off the back of the couch, draping it over her shoulders and making sure her feet were covered "goodnight, Violet" he whispered, before returning his gaze to the TV.
