gray area | Connor/Reader

prey animal

a/n: smut! now, i should warn you, I got REALLY sappy towards the end because I love Connor so much. Maybe if you guys convince me I'll write a follow-up. Enjoy!!

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You made him feel so human.

The missing part of your lipstick's chemical makeup greeted him in full, wholly organic. You tasted so raw, felt so warm, that Connor's entire system purred in ecstasy, like he'd tried something too great for his mortal body to handle. Your gloves carded from the root of his hair to the top and dragged him in, begging him to steal your breath. Even one sample let Connor see every reaction your body had to him. There was so much at first that he drowned in it, one great yes thrown at him from all angles, and whatever reserve he'd held before the kiss evaporated.

The greatest reply came when you pressed your body even closer to his. It pinched your ass uncomfortably against the desk's edge, but the kiss was so extreme and new and exciting that all other sensations evaporated from you.

Connor thought he knew everything practical about humans, and he supposed he still did, but there was a distinct difference between the idea of romantic touch and... this. This was not reserved for him—this part of you. Still, your body inclined every way for his, pouring with want. It urged from your hands as you scrambled to remove your gloves, your pulse as it clattered under your skin, your mouth as it left to suck in breaths only to dive back in and reclaim his. Every inch of it was an act of deviancy.

Acting deviantly, Connor caught the edge of the door with his loafer and slammed it closed.

Darkness descended on the two of you. You choked at the sudden loss of light, which descended into a laugh, which descended into a clever sigh. A tickle of needless fear panged in his chest, like he'd just locked himself in a cage with a lioness. He couldn't make you out, but his LED made him easy to spot.

Both of your gloves thumped to the floor over his shoulders.

He felt you move in close, nose to nose with him, closed in complete blackness. Your breath fanned across his mouth. Two warm, naked palms crawled up his back, tenderly cupping his neck, and Connor somehow found the hardware to tremble with want.

"I'm probably never going to see you again..." you warned, brimming with intention.

Connor closed his eyes. His hands on your back suddenly felt uncalibrated. "I still have questions."

"Well, detective..." you knew all too well what you were doing, using that stupid name with that stupid amount of affection in your voice, "I guess you'll have to work them out of me."

Connor wanted to. He wanted to work the answers out of you until this desk was in pieces, until you were just seconds from being caught, and the all-consuming power of that desire worried him. It would've been obvious to a human, but it'd taken Connor a moment to pin down what it was. This was lust. Out of all the emotions he'd been cursed and blessed with, that one seemed so out of place. Androids had plenty of reasons to be happy or sad or angry, but they didn't... breed. He knew other androids felt this way anyway, but Connor wasn't like other androids. He wasn't even like most androids.

Was he just chasing the ghost of his programming, trying to integrate with humans? Or was this just you, and the effect you had on him?

His voice was rough and low in his voice box. "Are you sure that's what you want?"

Your answer was surprisingly sweet: "Only if you're comfortable."

There was so much Connor wanted to say to that, and a thousand more dialogue prompts for him to reply with, but none were as succinct or satisfying as a second kiss.