3rd POV (I'm most likely going to be writing in this perspective in most chapters-- unless you guys don't, like it, then I can change back to Sam and Connor's POV :))
Samantha stirred as she slightly shifted; trying her best to fall back asleep. She was tired-- and truth-be-told, quite sore.
Sam flipped over to where she faced Connor, and kissed his nose gently; staring into his dark brown eyes.
“Do you even sleep?” She questioned sleepily.
“I'd rather look at you.”
Samantha blushed as she stared at him in awe. “We should probably start getting ready for work, huh?”
Connor grinned and sat up; swiftly moving so he was hovering above her. She giggled as he winked.
“Or we could stay here like this.” He suggested with a smirk. Sam pulled his face down to hers, and gave him a chaste kiss.
“As much as I would love a round two, I’ve got stuff to do… Like take a shower.” She replied with a laugh. Connor smiled, and hesitantly crawled off of her; watching as she stepped out of bed, in search of an outfit for the day. “You like what you see?” She teased.
“Yes. A lot.”
*~*~*
Samantha was now sat at her desk in the office; feeling the bruises on her thighs. Out of boredom, she searched for each individual one, and put slight pressure against them-- at least until she heard Connor speaking with Hank.
“Hank, guess what?" Connor said excitedly.
“What is it this time, Connor?” The man grunted in annoyance.
“I did what you said, Hank! I made Samantha orgasm--”
“--What the actual fuck, Connor?!? God, I shouldn't have come into work today…” Hank abruptly stood up, and sped to the kitchen; rummaging through the fridge once he did so.
“Con, you can't just--”
“--Hey, Sam. Why'd you come in late?” Gavin interrupted as he walked up to her desk with a smile.
Oh, great... Sam thought to herself.
“Uh, b-because..”
“It was my fault.” Connor finished as he stood up, and walked over to Gavin.
“Really? Weren't you programmed to always complete your mission, or something? Never be late?” Gavin questioned as he mocked Connor.
“I did complete my mission.”
“Oh? And what was your mission, exactly?”
Oh god..
Samantha’s body started heating up, and she quickly buried her red face into her hands.
“My mission was to fuck Samantha, and I most definitely, completed it.” Connor replied a bit more aggressive.
“Connor! You can't--” Sam was interrupted once again, by Gavin’s harsh laugh.
“What does this tin-can have, that I don't?” He asked in offense.
“Well for one, I made her scream in pleasure exactly seventy-six times last night. Let's just say; her neighbors have undoubtedly memorized my name by now.” Connor replied with a cocky smirk.
“Do I not get a say in this??” Samantha questioned slightly loud, so she could catch their attention.
“You fucked a trash can, Samantha! You would rather have sex with a piece of plastic, rather than a human!” Gavin stated. By now, everyone in the precinct was staring at the trio as they argued.
“C-Can you please be quiet, dude??? Everyone's looking!” Sam groaned as she gazed at the floor; trying to hide her embarrassment.
“Look, all I'm trying to say is, I could do better.” Gavin replied in a hushed voice.
“Do you want to bet?--”
“--Connor!!! Don't say that!!”
“Let me finish, my love..” He replied almost shyly. Connor turned back to Gavin, and sent him a determined look. “Because we cannot bet on it-- she is mine.” He said protectively. Gavin chuckled and shook his head.
“One of these day, Sam is gonna get sick of being with a cold-hearted machine, and she's gonna come running to me for help. Better watch your back, tin-can.” The man walked away with a wide smirked, and started chatting with Chris once he got to his desk.
Sam sighed, and looked back up at Connor; who was now sat in his chair, and staring at his desk. She trudged herself over to him, and sat on the spot he was looking at; causing him to gaze up and into her eyes.
“You good, now?” She questioned with a small smile. He stood up, and stepped between her legs as usual; his LED shining a dim yellow.
“Will you ever get tired of me? I am just a machine-- I can't do all of the things a male human can… I'm worried that you'll start feeling empty when you're with me. I can't fulfil you like a human could… W-What if you want a baby, or--”
“--Con, you don't have to worry about that.” Sam interrupted with a slight blush spread across her face. “I'm very happy with the way things are now. If I ever get upset or anything like that, then we can talk through it-- but as of right now, everything is fine. You're okay.”
She sweetly grinned up at him, and he smiled back in relief; placing a long kiss on her forehead.
“Thank you, my love..”
“You're welcome, Con.”
A/N: Fuck I'm stressed.
I'm stressed, and I hurt xD
My feckin A.P art history teacher said I used the wrong 'there' in my paper about the Venus of Willendorf. HoW tHe FuCk Do I-- aN aUtHoR-- USE THE WRONG 'THERE'?? My English teacher even said I used the right one!!! Fookin hell.
This was only the first week of school, and I'm already stressing xD. But I guess I should have expected it-- it's a damn A.P class, and I'm kind of an idiot. But it's whatever.
I slaved my own two thumbs for this chapter (and I know it's a bit stupid, but my internet still isn't back, and my mom is making me feel like crap about it because I didn't talk to the phone company??? Like??? I didn't know I owned the house. How was I suppose to know I had to go up to them, and talk??? How tf do I get there??)
Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed it! It's a wee bit rushed, but I thought it was okay, lmao.
Very very very much love ♡♡♡
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