Origninal Over Fakes (Connor X Reader)

Chapter 9

Your POV

Waking up, I snuggle further into a familiar figure. My eyes open from the sunlight streaming through the curtains and a light squeeze on my hand.

I notice that Connor likes to grab my hands with his bare biocomponents. I know that he is awake, but I still raise his hand to my lip, brushing the pink flesh against it. His breath hitches and pump beats faster. I place a gentle kiss before looking up to the Android.

I sleep a lot better with him by my side. In a way, he fends off my nightmares.

"Good morning," I murmur as if I didn't do anything. 

"G-good morning," he stammers with a like blush on his face. "How was your sleep?"

"It was a lot better than usual," I answer, getting up. "I should get ready. Rachel wants to meet me today. Do you want to come? We could walk around the city after."

"That sounds nice." I bite my lip, smiling while getting up. He sounds exactly like he used to: the way he talks with charm, sass, and knowledge, but also with the care in his eyes. There is personality behind his voice. "I'll make you breakfast while you get ready." He stands, giving me a quick kiss before leaving.

Connor might not know this but my happiest moments are with him.

Looking in the mirror I do take a deep breath, closing my eyes.

The price of freedom isn't cheap.

I seem to always pay the price. . . But I'm still alive, aren't I?

Slipping on a hoodie, I leave the bathroom. As I enter the kitchen, I see Connor straightening his tie.

"I'm curious about something?" He speaks, looking up to me.

I let out a hum, starting on my breakfast. I feel him standing behind me, chest against my back.

. . . It's really hot in here all of a sudden.

His hand untucks my shirt before slipping under, making my back arch as it slides across my stomach. I feel lips against my neck, making my breath hitch and grip on the fork tighten.

"W-what are you d-doing?" I squeak as he lightly bites my skin before sucking on the sensitive flesh. I cover my mouth, a muffled moan of embarrassment escaping me. "C-Connor?"

"This is something humans do, right?" His breath tickles my ear as lips brush against the shell. Is he teasing me?

"I-I guess." Fuck. "C-could you go and p-put some civilian clothes? W-we're going out t-today, right?"

There is a peck on my cheek before walks away. Hearing the shoe click fade away, I cover my face with my hand, still cutting away at the pancakes so I can eat it. A light laugh escapes me because it's stupid to be afraid of the price.

If I don't pay it, I'll never get to feel this way again.

I'm excited to leave the house with him at my side, but I want to live for the day that we can both just be us outside on the streets without judgement. Grabbing my phone and keys, I shove them into my pocket. Then I slip on my boots and. . . I put on a jacket with my scarf. I wait, staring outside as snow begins to fall.

I still don't like the winter but I've learned to bare it. If Death was a season, he would be winter, claiming lives-- and I've come to terms with it, numb to the pain and body stops trembling. My brain just tells me to keep moving so I'll be warm. It's better to be out here than in there where Death cuts you loose from his grasp no matter how damaged I became in that household. Looking back, maybe Death wasn't waiting for me but my parents.