The frenzy about the marriage faded out during the day, and life continued its ordinary course. Connor showed up at your desk once during the day to bring you a fresh cup of coffee to force you to take a break. You were typing on your keyboard like...
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The bright morning light filled the bedroom as your lover drew the curtains open. You groaned and flipped to the other side, pressing your pillow on your head to block the rays of the sun.
"Wake up, love." You answered with another groan. You threw your pillow farther on the bed, and your eyes landed on Connor standing in front of the mirror, fixing his tie. His pristine white shirt hugged his form perfectly, all you wanted to do was to tear that shirt open and bring him into bed with you. But alas, he had to go to work, and you'd have to join him soon after.
A soft smile spread on your lips as you watched him slip his arms into his jacket. His hand went to his hair, making sure no rogue strand stuck out. He caught you staring, a smirk forming on his lips as he made his way towards the bed. He leaned over you, one of his hands beside your head to support his weight while the other found the soft flesh of your hip beneath the dress shirt you wore. His brows knitted together as he eyed the garment.
"Is... that my shirt?" He raised an eyebrow at you, and you couldn't hide the amused smile forming on your face. You bit your bottom lip as Connor chuckled. His laugh was the purest thing you'd ever heard in your life. It was your favorite deviant behavior.
"You should get ready if you don't want to be late. Coffee is ready in the kitchen, and I put your work outfit in the bathroom. And don't forget to eat breakfast before you leave." Your smile widened. Your hand found the silky fabric of his tie, and you tugged slightly on it to make him lean closer to you.
"You're an angel," Your lips met him, and you felt his smile against your mouth. You deepened the kiss. Oh, how you were holding yourself back from bringing him under the covers with you. He broke the kiss too soon for your liking, a faint whine escaping you at his retreat.
"No time for that," He winked and straightened himself while fixing his tie. You reluctantly let him go, and you stretched your limbs with a yawn. Connor grabbed his leather shoes, neatly placed beside the door, and turned his head in your direction before he disappeared in the hallway.
"See you later, love." He smiled again.
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The precinct was oddly busy when you arrived. You made your way between the police officers and detectives and plopped yourself down at your desk. All eyes were glued to the LED screen mounted on the wall of the bullpen, whispering and gossiping about the current event. You hardly listened to the radio on your way to the DPD station, but you knew something happened.
Your attention focused on the television, KNC playing on repeat, the volume higher than it should be. You absentmindedly tapped your finger on the surface of your desk, sitting back in your chair. Captain Fowler tried to dispel the small crowd forming in front of the television, but nothing he said brought the officers back to their work.
"Earlier this afternoon, the first human and android union has been celebrated in New York City. Many protests across the state and the country were held by civilians who were not in favor of such an alliance. Nonetheless, the ceremony proceeded without incident with the presence of the police force, and a perimeter set up around the church. The happy couple could celebrate their love in peace. We will now join our reporter on site-"
