Will You Trust Me? // Connor x Reader

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Toronto

There was finally beauty in the world. Last night's dream was, for once, not one of nightmares but was one of nature. You and Connor, sitting in a peaceful garden gracious with every flower thought imaginable. Carnations, roses, jasmines, tulips, lilies; specs of green and swatches of color seemed to flood your vision no matter which way you turned your head. And the contrast was the two of you standing on a wooden bridge that crossed a small babbling brook-- you wore white, and he wore black. A handsome groom and his beautiful bride.

It spread a smile across your sleeping face as you woke to Connor's gentle nudging, urging you to get up. The two of you had a long day in waiting, and he had previously told you that he wanted to get to Toronto as early as you'd let him.

"(Y/n)..." He shook your shoulder lightly with his hand, and one (e/c) eye met with a brown one as you peeked at him. "It's 10 AM, my love."

God, his voice was the only thing you ever wanted to hear after waking up from here on out. It started with yesterday, and now today...

You turned onto your back, and your muscles tingled and quivered as you gave them a nice, long stretch. Thankfully, the blanket covered the entirety of your body since it was still... exposed from the previous night. Connor tried to reach for the blanket to pull it off, but retreated when he saw your look of panic as you clung to the fabric as if your life depended on it.

"Can you get me some clothes from my suitcase? Pretty please?" You batted your eyelashes at him and gave the confused android the widest grin ever thought possible. He chuckled at your "modest" behavior and knelt down to sift through your very unorganized heap of clothes that you had packed so tightly in said suitcase. The only thing you had kept separate were your intimates, which were zipped up behind a mesh covering that laid attached to the opening flap of the luggage. You didn't think about the fact that he would need to dig through there, too, when asking him to get you clothes.

"What do you want to wear today?" He asked, reaching a hand inside of the mass trying to pick out individual pieces of clothing.

"Anything warm. Surprise me. Also can you uh... pick me out a clean pair of underwear and a bra, too?" You tried to mention that last part quietly, but it just made you sound stupid.

"Of course," He replied, holding up a pair of pants so that he could see what they looked like. He nodded in approval and set them in his lap along with a sweater, some socks, and the two other items that you requested. "Where do you want these?"

"In my hand. I'm gonna change in here and you're gonna turn around and not look," His lungs erupted with one of those beautiful laughs again as he stood from your suitcase, kissing your messy head of hair as he leaned forward to give the outfit to you. As much as you loved hearing him laugh, you couldn't help but teasingly frown at his mocking behavior.

"Don't laugh," You pouted, pointing at the corner of the room afterwards.

He held his arms up in mock surrender and walked towards the aforementioned corner, sticking his forehead into the bend of the wall once he got there. The cocky smile he wore didn't even falter.

The outfit he had picked out wasn't anything glamorous, but then again, the clothes you had bought from the department store were cheap, not fashionable. They would make do until you had the money to buy better clothes, however. Your favorite part was probably the socks that had little dog faces imprinted all over them-- a piece of clothing that you had bought, once again, just for Connor.

"Okay, you can look now," You told him, making your way around the room to pick up your articles of clothing that had been strewn across the various furnitures.