3rd POV
The storage closet was quite spacious-- seeing as it was the old locker room-- so there was a lot to clean; but more room to walk around and store stuff.
The duo already spent about an hour or two cleaning, but it hardly looked any different than when they had started-- but that may have been due to the fact that they were mainly flirting the entire time.
Connor had explained to her why he thought it was so odd, that androids that weren’t made for sex still had genitalia; and he didn’t understand what the use for it was.
“I just don’t understand how it works!.” He told her. Samantha just listened to him with a small smile.
Innocent Connor.
They were now standing in front of a tall shelf near the back of the room, and Samantha stood with her hands on her hips; Connor watching her intently.
“Con, if I climbed this to get to the stuff on the top shelf, what’s the chance it might fall on me?” She let out a quick laugh as she finished: “It’s got to be pretty high-- am I right?”
Connor analyzed the rack, and nodded.
“There’s a sixty-three percent chance of it breaking while you climb it now, but if all the stuff wasn’t on there; there’d only be a one percent chance.” he informed her. She stared at the shelf with a mischievous smile on her face.
“Sixty-three is close enough to fifty. And fifty isn’t all that bad… If I fall, will you catch me?” Sam asked abruptly.
“Well, of course, but--”
“Then, I’m gonna climb it. We have to get the stuff up there somehow!” Samantha looked at Connor as she spoke, and noticed his LED whirring between blue and yellow. “Come on, Con. I’ve gotten shot in the chest, and I didn’t die from that! I don’t think I’m gonna die from this.” She laughed, and scanned the shelf for places to grab on to.
“There was a twenty-nine percentage, though. If we hadn’t of brought you to the hospital immediately, you wouldn’t be here now.” Connor stated matter-of-factly.
“Okay-- that’s beside the point! That was a gunshot; this is a shelf.” Samantha seemed extremely excited to climb it, and he didn’t quite understand why; but he loved seeing the way her eyes lit up, so he allowed it.
Connor stood beneath her as she handed the boxes to him, and set them on the bench beside them; next to the old lockers.
Once she finished, she looked down at Connor in a suspicious manner, and he stared back; his LED shining yellow.
“It would be a shame if I fell, wouldn’t it?” Sam tried to stifle in a laugh, but it still came out. He nodded, and let a small smile spread across his face.
“You are correct. I don’t want you hurting yourself.”
Samantha looked down at the ground, and back up to Connor.
“Whoops!” She let go of the shelf, and he immediately ran up to it; catching Sam in his arms bridal style. He stared into her eyes as he held her, and shook his head.
“Is there a reason in particular that you did that?” He questioned.
She shrugged with a smirk on her face.
*Cough* slight smut *Cough*
“Mmm, no… Well, actually; yes.” He tilted his head to the side as he looked at her-- and he was about to ask why she purposefully fell, when she smashed her lips against his, and gently grabbed his face.
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