Terminator Imagines

You Have Impressed Me. (T-800 x reader)

No matter how many times I'd taught the terminator to knock before entering my room, he always, always managed to forget, as if his CPU instantly deleted the information as soon as he learnt it. I can no longer count the amount of times he's scared the hell out of me just by walking in on one hand, the cyborg cutting an intimidating figure as he barges in through the ajar door, his sudden appearance almost always sparking my fight-or-flight response. 

Today is no exception.

With no preamble, as usual, Uncle Bob roughly throws the door open, stepping into my small room, the abrupt entry making me gasp sharply and jump, my pulse stuttering. Pressing a hand to my chest, I glare at the cyborg, who remains just past the threshold, his eyes fixed on me, brow furrowed a little, his face caught in an odd expression. At first, I don't realise what he's looking at, choosing instead to go off on him about knocking again.

"For the last time, Bob, you need to knock before coming in! How hard is it to understand? Sarah manages it, John manages it, hell, even Austin manages it, but you? You just can't! I don't get it, I really don't!" I snap at him, superficial anger flaring up in me for a moment.

Saying nothing, he just stays there, head slowly tilting to the side, clearly following a line of data on his HUD, his eyes narrowed as he regards me.

"Now what? Can't talk either?" I roll my eyes, exasperated by the cyborg's strange behaviour, until I realise exactly what he's looking at.

Instantly, my eyes widen, my hands reaching to grab a towel to cover myself up with, having totally forgotten that I was standing there in a new set of lingerie, looking over myself in the mirror. Now, a furious blush colours my cheeks, embarrassment flooding me, mentally kicking myself for not realising sooner and saving myself the humiliation. 

Bob just stands there for a further moment, before he comes forwards and stands close to me.

"Why have you covered yourself?" He asks me, voice low and curious.

Swallowing, I try to hold his steady gaze.

"To protect my modesty." I reply after a second, shifting my grip on the towel.

"Why?" 

"Because showing myself like...that...is a bit more personal and intimate than usual." I try to explain, ignoring the warmth spreading through me from his proximity.

Bob nods, having had the concept of intimacy explained to him before.

"Can I see it?" The terminator asks me, waiting patiently for a response.

His request stuns me for a moment, until I feel myself moving to take away the towel, my mind racing to catch up with my body. Immediately, his sharp gaze runs over the length of my body, taking in the way the garment fits around my curves, cradling my features in a way that makes them seem more enticing, the black fabric fitting in beautifully with my skin. I feel myself heating up under his gaze as he scrutinises me, one hand coming out to gingerly run a finger along the waistband of my panties. An involuntary gasp escapes me, and I bite my lip to hold it back, ignoring the way my pulse spikes at the action, particularly when he allows the elastic to snap back into place.

"It looks very beautiful on you, but why do you wear it?" Bob compliments, withdrawing his hand even as I feel myself wishing he hadn't.

"It makes me feel confident, I guess. Looks nice." I chuckle shyly, rubbing my arm, "Most people wear it to impress lovers."

The cyborg nods again, watching me carefully.

"Well, you have impressed me."