Terminator Imagines

My Affection. (T-800 x reader)

Humming lightly to myself, I drum my fingers on the hard planes of Bob's abdomen, resting my chin on his leather-clad back as he finally turns down our street, the motorbike growling loudly as it slows. The terminator sitting before me doesn't respond to my touch, something that strikes me as odd given his usual need for enlightenment as to why I'm doing what I'm doing. Shrugging it off, I sigh in relief as he turns onto our driveway, halting the vehicle beside the four-by-four Sarah insists we keep hold of.

Removing my arms from around his waist, somewhat reluctantly, admittedly, I climb off of the bike, stretching out my muscles with a satisfied groan, just missing how the cyborg's eyes linger on my body as he stands beside me. Shaking myself off, I smile briefly at him and go to the front door, unlocking it for the two of us to go in. He's silent as he follows me, going straight into the kitchen.

"You doing alright?" I call after him, frowning at his almost callous behaviour.

"Affirmative." He intones in response, his choice of words making it abundantly clear that he's not entirely focused on the present, rather that he's running through some string of data on his HUD.

"Sure you are." I mumble to myself, rolling my eyes as my mood dampens.

The rest of the house is quiet, meaning Sarah and John aren't around at the moment. Sighing, I follow the terminator into the kitchen, briefly taking note of him standing stock-still by the island, gazing into the spacious lounge before him. I shake my head as I pass him, going straight to the fridge, where I pick out some milk, going to the cupboard once I've done so, intending on making some coffee for myself. Taking out a cup and the relevant ingredients, I start to boil some water, tapping the counter as I wait for it to heat.

"I require clarification." Bob eventually states, voice louder now.

I make a noise of acknowledgement, tilting my head vaguely in his direction, watching as the water starts to boil.

"Why is it customary to embrace someone when expressing affection? And what point is there in joining one's mouth with another? "

I double take at his questions, having not expected anything quite like that. It takes me a moment to recover, and to figure out what exactly he's asking of me.

"You mean hugging and kissing?" I inquire, picking at the hem of my shirt.

"I am not familiar with the term "kissing" but hugging I am." 

"Right," I chuckle, shaking my head in exasperation, "Right."

A silence descends on us whilst I try to figure out just what to say, as I find myself doing very often nowadays, my body turning to face his, eyes meeting with his. The cyborg waits patiently, watching me closely from his position opposite me, body so still he could be a statue.

"Well, hugging is done by loads of people to show all kinds of affection and love, like friendship as well as intimate love. Kissing, well, kissing is almost always done to show that you love someone. That's the whole mouths touching thing, you know? It's very intimate and can be sexual sometimes, but people use it all the time to show love to someone they care a lot about." As I speak, a look of understanding dawns on his otherwise blank face, clarity returning to his gaze, something I know means that he's got a new mission objective. 

"Kissing is used as a way of expressing deep, intimate love to someone?" He repeats, head tilting to the side.

"Yeah." I agree, turning back around as the water finishes boiling, taking it off the heat and starting to make myself some instant coffee.

A squeak of surprise escapes from me as a pair of muscular arms suddenly wrap themselves around my waist, pulling me gently back against a broad chest. Eyes wide, I tense in his grip, unsure of what is happening when his head appears at my neck, nose nudging at the skin, as if encouraging me to turn to face him. Slowly, I do so, rotating in the circle of his arms, looking up at him as he gazes down at me. 

I lift my hands to rest on his chest as he starts to rub circles into my hips, his thumbs digging comfortably into my skin, drawing a soft sigh from me as I relax into his touch. Finding it hard to focus with the sensation of his touch and the strong, familiar scent surrounding me, I lean into him, confused as to what is happening.

"What are you doing?" I murmur, maintaining eye contact, only now realising he's gotten closer, his face inches from mine.

"Expressing my affection." Is all he says before his lips are plastered against mine.

He's soft at first, tentative, probing at me as if I were made of glass, gently coaxing me into action, not that I need much coaxing. After a moment of surprise I'm quick to reciprocate, eagerly kissing back as he presses closer, hands pulling our bodies flush together as he pins me back against the counter, smooth lips moving quickly with mine. Gripping my hips, he lifts me onto the counter, wrapping my legs around his waist as he continues to kiss me, swiftly deepening it as he swipes his tongue over my bottom lip. Instantly, I open up to him, allowing the smooth muscle to slide inside and start exploring, licking at every available inch it can, drawing soft moans from me at the sensual feel of it.

My hands are tightly gripped in his hair, pulling him closer at first, though I now have to disengage us as my breath finally runs out, a string of saliva connecting us as he does so. A half-moan leaves me at the sight of it, but it's cut off by yet another kiss being pressed to my cheek. He waits for me to catch my breath, before he starts to leave softer kisses on my lips, as if teasing me with his slower pace. 

"You...you like me like that?" I gasp out between each kiss, trying to ignore the joy that floods me at the notion.

"I do not follow." Each word is punctuated by a brush of his soft lips over mine.

"Well, do you have intimate affection for me?" I try again, using terminology he'll understand.

Pulling back a little, the terminator locks eyes with me, licking his lips.

"I have very high levels of affection for you." He admits, leaning back in to claim my lips properly again, slipping his tongue right back into my mouth ad he starts to ravish it again, clearly having found something new to enjoy and explore.