Detriot: Becomes Human (One shots)

Stress

Deviant!Connor x female!reader

- Fluff

- detective reader

- hard day at work

"Goddammit!" Hank yelled, slamming the door behind him. I dragged my feet into his home before collapsing to the floor, my face colliding with the weirdly smelling carpet. "We're so close to finishing this case! But we're missing something!" Hank ranted, opening up some alcohol. 

"I dont recommend drinking at thi-" 

"Shut it, tincan!" Hank growled. Connor pressed his lips together turning to me before walking over. 

"Detective?" He asked. 

"Hank's right. We're so close." I mumbled, feeling fustration sink in. Connor bent down before sliding his arms under mine, pulling me off the ground. I groaned, letting my weight push against him. 

"You're stress level is close to maximum. Along with your exhaustion and fustration. Your hunger is close as well." Connor commented. 

"Stop, scanning me. I feel violated." 

"It's my job, detective." 

"You're checking my health because it's your job? Not because you care about me?" I asked. "Oh right~ you don't care about me. Because you can't care." I said, laughing to myself, feeling stupid after letting the sound escape my lips. Connor was silent as he pulled me onto the couch, his LED flashing yellow after my teasing comment. 

"What if I do care?" Connor asked, carefully fixing the collar of my button up. I looked up at the andriod as he continued to mess with my shirt. 

"Then you're a deviant." I answered. His LED flashed to yellow before a split second of red. 

"What would you do if I was a deviant?" He asked. I narrowed my eyes at his questioning. 

"I would put up my security around you, but that's about it." I answered. Connor placed a knee between my legs, pushing down and leaning over me. I felt my face heat up but I kept a poker face. He placed his hand on the back of the couch right next to where my head was leaned against. 

"What if I told you that you turned me to a deviant?" He asked. 

"How could I do that?" I asked. He stayed silent before moving to stand back up. I quickly grabbed his tie, pulling him back down to my level. "You didn't answer my question." 

"Your stress levels are higher. I shouldn't have said anything." He said. I sighed, keeping my grip on his tie. He's right, today has been a ridiculously stressful day. Probably my worst on the force. I released his tie, letting my arms fall to my sides. Connor didn't move, instead his eyes stayed on me, seeming to move to every part of my body. 

"It's not nice to stare, Connor." I said. He blinked, looking back up to my eyes. 

"I suggest releasing some stress." 

"And how can I do that? We need to catch that deviant." I mumbled. Connor's LED flashed to a yellow then blue before he answered. 

"There are plenty of things to do to relieve stress. Meditate, deep breaths, stress balls, kissing-" 

"Kissing relieves stress?" I asked. 

"It gives out a pleasure hormone, relieving any stress ones. It also stengthens your immune system, help to fight off any bacteria." Connor answered. He then leaned forward and pressed his lips against mine. My eyes widened slightly before I closed them and kissed back. I grabbed his tie and pulled him closer to me. He cupped both of my cheeks with his hands, tilting my head for me as he deepened the kiss. He then pulled away, a small smile on his lips. 

"You're stress has dropped." He smiled before standing. I grabbed his tie again. He looked down at me as I stood, grabbing his jacket and pulling him to me, pressing my lips against his. He didn't sent and instead wrapped his arms around me and kissed back. I pulled away, an unstoppable grin on my features before I sat back down on the couch. He sat down as well, pulling a blanket from the back of it. 

"You should sleep." He said. I nodded, watching as Connor placed a pillow on his lap. I laid my head on the pillow, facing his stomach as he pulled the blanket over me. 

He was right, I felt very little stress flow through me, instead I just felt the desire to cuddle up to him rather than strangle someone. He gently ran his hand through my hair. 

"... I love you, (Y/N)... I'm a deviant because I love you..." 

(Word count: 748)