Deviant Behavior (Connor x Reader)

Semper Fidelis

You took a sleeve in your hand.  Rubbed the fabric and the silk lining, tracing the LEDs stitched in it with your hands...and then you slung it over your shoulders.

He turned around, meal in one hand a cup of coffee in the other – and then he froze.   Stood dead still, as if he was a butler and he just had an interruption in his programming.

"What do you think?"  You twisted, grabbing the flaps to show him the lights on your back, "Think I'd pass for an android sent by CyberLife?"

His eyelids fluttered, and his LED spun yellow.  He put the plate down, the silverware and coffee next.  He balanced his weight on one foot, pressed his palms against the counter; his shoulder blades pushing up his shirt as he hung his head.  His forehead creased when he lifted his face to yours.

"I think you're trying to get me to fuck you all over this apartment."

You choked, coughing on nothing.  Heat and redness crept up your cheeks on demand, and you swallowed.

"And I will..." He slid the plate closer to you, "After, you eat."

You blinked hard, gulping as your attention dropped to the eggs, toast, and fruit in front of you.  You picked up a fork and silently did what you were told, thoughts running a million miles a minute.

You were scared and aroused all at the same time and that kind of thing from him was just unexpected-

"I'm sorry," He held his tie in place as he took a seat, sitting across from you, "That sounded much less aggressive in my head."

You chewed your food before swallowing, "Aggressive is fine."

A sweet half-smile pulled on his face as he propped his chin up with an elbow, his knuckles sliding up his cheek.  He was in a daze.

"How'd I do?"

"Pretty good, actually." You tapped his nose with the fork, "Thank you."

"'Actually?'" He raised a brow, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, you know-" You took a sip of coffee, "I didn't think cooking was part of a negotiator-detective-super-crime-fighter-model's programming."

He let out a quiet laugh, "It's not, really."

He slid his forearms across the counter, clasping his hands as they supported his weight, "I asked Officer Miller for advice."

You choked.  Dropped your fork.  Beat your chest and waved him off as he jumped up in a panic- "I'm fine-"

You reassured him as you continued to cough, and he slowly returned to his seat, worry and concern creasing his features.

"You-did-what?"

"Are you sure you're okay?" His LED spun rapidly, eyes darting all over you like he had so many times before, "Oh, I see."

"You asked Chris..."  Your face went numb.

"Well, yes.  Lieutenant Anderson was upset I didn't check in with him last night, and Detective Reed told me to 'kill myself.'  Officer Miller was very helpful."

"Wait, wait...wait.  You mean...you asked Hank, and Gavin...first?"

He folded his hands under his arms, thumbs poking out as he leaned his elbows forward.  His shirt pulled tighter around his muscles...and, God, his hair, his eyes-

"Did I do something wrong?"

You'd never be able to get mad at him.  Not really.  You'd found him attractive before, but now that a line had been crossed, everything you'd originally...loved, about him, was magnified a thousand times over.