Deviant Behavior (Connor x Reader)

Deviant Hunter

"I'd say I felt bad for you, but..." You grinned, "You make a lot more money than I do."

"I wouldn't say a lot more..." He waved you off as he tucked his data pad under his arm, no longer buzzing with incoming information.

You sighed, watching the others pack up their equipment. There was more to the story, here, and you were curious to see if Connor would be able to tell it. But a purple screen caught your attention.

A magazine left carelessly untouched on the counter.

Your brows creased, and you lifted it for a more careful observation:

"Gossip Weekly

ANDROID SEX OFFICIALLY BETTER!

Sorry, ladies, but plastic can't be beat!

The result of our survey is in, and it's official – 68% of men prefer sex with an android to a real woman!

And with 52% of men saying they've tried the experience at least once, that's a lot of android love to go around!

There were a few reasons given for this reference, but we think we know the real reason – androids don't want to talk about their feelings afterwards!

This story was sponsored by Eden Club: 'discretion is our middle name.'"

You scoffed and angrily tossed the article aside, crossing your arms and leaning the small of your back on the counter's ledge.

"Find something?" Chris snapped fresh gloves in place as he replaced a dirtied pair.

"Look at this," You slid it across the countertop, "Sexist pieces of shit..."

He bit the inside of his cheek, dragging his finger along the screen.

"I think you're taking this android obsession of yours a little too far..."

"No, it's not that! I mean, come on. Women aren't some emotionally-ridden sex fiends who stalk the night looking for their next 'dick to claim.' Why didn't they survey us, eh? Would it be too emasculating to even think that maybe, just maybe, we'd prefer to have sex with an android so we didn't have to fake orgasms on the daily?"

Chris's calm, quiet demeanor evolved into a boisterous laugh.

"Tell you what." He whispered, "I'll ask my wife how many orgasms she's faked, and you can use that to write your next counter-article...which I'm sure'll be coming soon."

You rolled your eyes.

"Just don't go running off to Eden Club with goo and guts all over you. The owner might not like that."

"Shut up, Chris."

You cocked your chin, giving him the finger from under your elbow. He shook his head laughing, returning to the living room.

"Do you have questions about intercourse involving androids? I'd be happy to answer them."

You jumped, forgetting the "android in the room." You would've preferred an elephant to this kind of humiliation.

"Uh...No, not really...Thanks though, Connor." You cleared your throat, "How's the investigation coming along?"

You ignored the not-so-subtle laughs coming from the other crime scene investigators, and you flushed in embarrassment.

"I think I've figured out what happened." His brows pinched, and he turned his focus towards the floor, "I should report to Lieutenant Anderson and relay my findings."