Terminator Imagines

Thank You. (T-800 x reader)

I jump as a pair of muscular arms suddenly loop round my waist, pulling me back into a firm chest, my own muscles tensing briefly until the familiar smell hits me, the reassuring mix of motor oil, metal and cheap cologne filling my nostrils. A smile creeps onto my face, curiosity edging my voice as I lean back into him, relaxing again.

"Hey, Bob." I greet him, resting my tools on the lip of the hood of the car, wiping my hands on my jeans as I lightly grip his wrists with them, holding him in place, "Need something?"

"I came to offer you some help with the car." The cyborg behind me intones, rubbing his thumb on my stomach.

"Oh yeah? And what makes you think I need help?" I tease him, grinning gently.

I can almost feel the terminator frown, clearly confused by the statement.

"I am following the parameters my files state humans adhere to in normal life. The statement is, in technical terms, an excuse to spend time with you." He replies, tightening his grip.

Laughing shyly, I blush, his answer unexpected.

"Thank you." I smile up at him, twisting my head to press a swift kiss to the underside of his jaw, "And in answer to your question, I would love some help."

Bob nods, the T-800 leaning down to connect our lips momentarily, a habit he quickly picked up from me when we first got involved with each other, before he moves away from me, taking up a wrench. Leaning over the hood of the old truck, the terminator scans the engine, starting to tinker with the components as I watch him, a wrench held in my own hands, though I'm unsure of whether or not I'll need it for now. I can't help but eye the cyborg's flexing muscles under his tight shirt, his biceps bulging with each movement, veins standing out against the tight muscles. 

"Is something wrong?" Bob suddenly says, having stopped working as he noticed me staring at him.

"Huh? Oh, no, not at all!" I splutter, blushing furiously as he fixes me with a piercing stare, "Just admiring the view, that's all."

"The view?" He cocks his head.

"I mean you." I roll my eyes playfully, smiling at him.

At this, he also manages a very tight smile, the cyborg still learning how to humanize the expression though I find it somewhat endearing, in an odd way. 

"Thank you." 

"Anytime." I wink at him, grinning as we get back to work.