Terminator Imagines

Are You Comfortable? (T-1000 x reader)

For once, the scowl has slipped from Austin's face, a rare occurrence for the unimpressed terminator, his features more open, and less guarded. In its place, an expression of surprise, curiosity and confusion etched itself into the very fine lines of his countenance, his blue eyes roaming over me in their usual critical way. This time, however, the scrutiny feels more intimate, given the nature of my current attire. 

"I was unaware that you owned clothing like this." He eventually states, his eyes flicking back up to mine, though the action is somewhat reluctant, as if unwilling to look away from the deep crimson lace adorning my skin.

Chuckling shyly, I blush lightly and do a small spin for him.

"I only bought it a couple of days ago. Like it?" I lift an eyebrow at him teasingly.

"Affirmative. It fits you very well and is appealing to look at." Austin nods slowly, coming properly into the room, hands twitching gently at his sides.

"Thank you." I smile, looking at myself in the mirror again, admiring the way the fabric decorates my body, not quite catching the longing look that flashes over the T-1000's face at the sight.

What I do notice, however, is the terminator allowing a ripple of his polyalloy to flow over his appendages, as if resetting them. Turning back to him, I frown and go to take his hand, before stopping myself, knowing of his slight aversion to human touch.

"Is something wrong, Austin?" I ask him, concerned that there might be something malfunctioning.

"No, there is not." He assures me, but I can tell his stance is more rigid, clearly fighting off some urge.

"Sure? You look a bit tense." I remark, correcting myself a second later, "I mean, for a robot and all."

"I am not a robot, I am-" He goes to correct me again, quieting when I wave him off with a pointed look.

Once again, I notice his hands twitching, the small tell finally making me realise exactly what he wants, an imperceptible shudder going through me at the thought.

"Do you want to...touch it?" I ask him hesitantly, suddenly a little self-conscious.

"Yes." Austin instantly says, his head nodding.

"Ok, you can." I allow him, sucking in a breath as he immediately walks over to me, standing very close to me.

After a moment, I feel him tentatively run his fingertips over my ribcage, skimming up to feel every inch of skin he can reach, eyes watching as his hand moves. A trail of goosebumps follow his fingers as he lightly trails them up over the curve of one breast, taking in data from the crisp fabric, my breath hitching from his gentle touch. Carefully, he presses his hands to my sides, right over my ribs, cupping my body in his relatively large hands, fingers pressing into the bra slightly to gather suitable data. I have to bite back a groan, enjoying his touch so far.

Slowly but steadily, his hands smooth down my sides to my lower back, coming to rest on my ass. A squeak escapes me as he digs his fingers into the soft muscle, his gaze fixed on the way his hands fit around me, thumbs dipping into the waistband ever so slightly. 

"Are you comfortable?" He murmurs to me, voice gentle as he holds me.

Unable to speak, I nod hastily, my own hands coming up to rest on his chest, feeling over his shirt, trying to ignore the falsity of the garment's nature. 

"Do you...do you like what it feels like?" I mumble to him after a few more seconds, my head spinning a bit.

"Yes, I do, very much." Austin agrees, squeezing my ass in emphasis, "But I enjoy the feeling of your skin much more."