(Not) Alive - Machine | Detroit Become Human [finished]

100110 - Return

Even before waking up, well-being invades her body.  She knew exactly where she was without even opening her eyes: snuggled up against Connor, her love, her life.  Her head was resting on his thighs as he rested his hand on her shoulder.

She slowly stretched, turning to face him.  The pale morning sun shining through the kitchen windows lit his face with a light golden halo.  His warm gaze enveloped her and his smile capsized her.  If she could wake up every morning like this, her life would be full.

- Hello, she said with a smile in her voice.

- Hello, he replied in the same tone. Do you slept well ?

He took her hand and placed a soft kiss on her knuckles slightly stiff from the punch of the day before, then on each of her fingers and finally on the inside of her palm, triggering small chills down her arm.

- Perfectly well.  I hadn't slept so well in a long time.

And yet she had slept on a sofa, what would it have been like in a bed ?!  Her pulse quickened at the bold idea, Connor and her, in a bed.  She straightened up, kneeling to face him, placing a light caress on his cheek with the back of her hand then slipping her thumb over his soft lips.

- Can I kiss you ?  She asked.

- Obviously you can, he replied, raising his well-defined eyebrows, you don't have to ask.

- You never know, you could have changed your mind during the night, she teased him.

- Never, he declared seriously.

There was so much intensity in his gaze that she felt herself melt from within.  She moved closer and then gently took hold of his lips.  She would never tire of this wonderful feeling, everything was always so intense with him.

After a few seconds, he put a hand on her back and another on her neck and pulled her closer to him, she then settled on his thighs to deepen the kiss, stroking her feverish fingers his hair, his neck,  his face, feeling his firm and perfect body under hers.  The desire began to ignite in the pit of her stomach.  She was really hungry for him, it was like a fever, an irrepressible desire to make up for lost time with the one she had waited so long.

She stroked his shoulders, then slid her palms down his chest to his flat stomach and crawled under his T-shirt.  But as she traced her fingers up his bare skin she felt him tense more and more, get nervous and restless.  So, quickly regaining her composure, she stopped, removed her hands and gave him some space.

- Sorry, I ... he began.

- Hey, don't apologize, it's my fault, I'm going too fast, I'm skipping steps.

- No, no, I want it too, it's just that ... I don't know, I have no control over this reaction of my body.

She should have thought about it sooner, after the trauma he had suffered he might have the apprehension of being touched all his life.

- It's normal after what you've been through, not so long ago I couldn't even touch your face, she said, gently running her finger over his scarred cheek in an attempt to soothe him. See, there's an improvement.

- You should try again, he said determinedly, I'll get used to it eventually.

- No, Connor, she replied firmly, I'll never force you to do anything.

She approached her face to gently press her cheek against his, then after a few seconds she kissed his silky eyebrow.

- We'll go at your pace, step by step, she whispered soothingly, until it was all a bad memory.