Criminal Analysis {Connor x Reader}

Chapter 6

"Gavin," you warned.

He huffed, "Whatever... like you said, it wasn't my decision to make."

"So, you got at least one good hit in?" you questioned, a grin forming on your face.

He barked out a laugh, turning to lean against the counter, crossing his arms, "Yeah, nearly broke my hand because of it."

A laugh escaped you and before you knew it you were leaning in, gently pressing your lips to his cheek. "My hero," you whispered. Gavin stiffened beside you, and you stepped away and bowed your head, worried that you crossed a line. You both agreed that you couldn't be like this anymore. It never worked out between you.

Gavin chased after you, hands gently lifting your head so you could meet his eyes. You let out a single shaky breath, and he leaned in, almost hesitantly, expecting you to push him away at any second. You should've, but your mind was short-circuiting. All you could focus on was how badly you needed his lips on yours.

You grabbed his collar, pulling his lips into yours; it was rushed and your teeth knocked against each other. You pull away for only a millisecond before your lips meet again, more precisely this time.

Gavin's hands landed on either side of you, clumsily catching himself. Yours were grasping at any part of him they could reach, desperate. You felt like your legs were going to give out and Gavin was there, hands moving to grab the back of your thighs lifting you onto the counter. He pulled away, panting, his breath tickling your face.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he reasoned, cheeks red and breath uneven.

"I know," you whispered before leaning in again.

You knew that you were doing this because you were hurt and angry. You knew that he'd make you feel better, all sickly sweet kisses trailing down your neck and whispered sweet nothings. You also knew that you were bad for him and he was bad for you. You didn't care.

His lips were warm against yours and you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. You ran your fingers through his hair, and he groaned against your lips when you tugged gently. He was putty in your hands, letting you mold him however you see fit.

You tugged harder this time, pulling his head back and revealing the tender flesh of his neck, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. You immediately targeted the spot where you knew you could get the most delectable noises out of him. He moaned beneath your indiscriminate touch, nipping at his skin, your tongue grazing over it the crowning blow to his resolve. The primal urge to mark him as your own overtook you. He wasn't yours, though. Not anymore.

You slipped your hand down to where your hips met, running your palm over the rough fabric of his jeans. "Sweetheart..." he groaned, causing you to shudder.

"Tell me what you want, Detective," you purred, trailing your fingers steadily upwards.

"Fuck," Gavin whimpered, "touch me, sweetheart." You grinned, satisfaction flowing through you as you unbuttoned his jeans, revealing what you'd been yearning for. Gavin hid his head in the crook of your neck, leaving sloppy kisses as you finally touched him.

You pumped your hand slowly, teasing him. Gavin bucked his hips, attempting to speed things up. Impatient as always. You couldn't deny that you were as eager as he was, but you liked to make him earn his reward.

His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your hips, likely to leave bruises later. You used your other hand to grip Gavin's hair, bringing his lips to yours in a messy kiss.

He whined into your mouth when you began to move your hand faster. "Don't stop," he panted as your lips moved against one another.

A faint ringing caused you to pause as your head jerked up, trying to discern where the noise was coming from.

Gavin groaned, leaning his head on your shoulder, planting a final kiss before marching over to the coat rack beside your door. He shuffled his hand around in his jacket pocket before pulling out his phone. "What?" he hissed as he answered the phone.

He paused, rubbing his brow as he listened to the person on the other end of the phone. "Alright, I'll be right there," he was silent as he listened to the person's response, "Yeah, I'll let her know."

"What happened?" you asked, still trying to catch your breath.

Gavin fixed his pants, avoiding your gaze. "Some dude was murdered at the Eden Club, and an android was deactivated. We're needed at the crime scene."

You nodded as you were violently thrust back into the real world where androids were being murdered and it was your job to figure out why. Well, it wasn't just your job. Your chest tightened at the thought of seeing Connor again.

"We should probably arrive at different times," you mentioned and Gavin nodded, a solemn look on his face. You jumped off the counter, making your way over to him.

You pressed a small kiss to his lips, much gentler than the heated ones you shared just moments before. "Thanks for dinner," you mumbled, as Gavin raised his hand, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You leaned into his touch, savoring the moments before he had to leave. You knew that once he was gone the guilt would come sweeping in, an agonizing reminder of the promise you made to each other.

"I'll see you soon," he grinned, before planting a kiss on your forehead and leaving your apartment. You shut the door gently behind him. Letting out a groan and you slid down the door, already regretting what happened.

You forced yourself to get up, legs unsteady as you made your way to the bathroom. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the bathroom mirror, a small hickey forming in the crook of your neck.

Fuck...