|Gavin Reed x Male reader| Detroit Become Human|

Chapter Thirty - One

- [F/N]'s POV -

Well, when Gavin said that he wanted to do it again, he wasn't lying. I don't remember the last time I'd done these sorts of things with men but I most certainly am not complaining that it's with Gavin. He seemed so unsure in the beginning but now I think that he's letting me do these things because he's slowly beginning to trust the fact that I would never force him into anything. I mean, this was also just proving to me how much I was falling for this man and how much I really wished we could stay together. He was such a unique man that I couldn't help but want to love him as much as he would let me.

Gavin was all cuddled up to my side, head nuzzled into the crook of my neck and his arm resting over my stomach. He had his eyes closed and really, he was half asleep but I can't blame him. He presses against me more, letting out a slight huff,

"I think I'll take a nap..." He mumbles, pressing his face against the side of my neck more. I shiver a tiny bit when he huffs against it but I let Gavin easily drift off to sleep, gently running my fingers over his arm. I turn his forearm towards me, looking over the marks that littered there, wanting nothing more than to go back and help this man before he ever felt the need to do things like this. It wasn't right, the fact that he thought he'd have to tear himself apart to keep going through everyone else's faults. My heart sinks in my chest but I know that at least, from now on, he'll have me to keep him safe, for the remainder of my time here...

Gavin only stayed asleep for a little while and I spent most of my time just thinking about some things and the fact that it had been five months since I had been here now. Gavin moves his hand to my chest, kissing my cheek gently

"Can we get some pizza tonight? I really, really want some pizza." He chuckles, still slightly sleepy when he woke up but I just found it cute. Gavin sits up, stretching and reaching out for his clothes, struggling a little. "Gav, you don't even have to dress if you don't want to, it won't bother me," I mumble, shifting forward a little and kissing the back of his shoulder. He leans back against me a little, a smile coming onto his lips as he speaks, "You know, I never thought that I would be able to do this sort of thing again... Relationships, I mean. I just... It's been a weird few years but I'm glad I met you. And... I'm actually happy with myself that I let you work your way into my life, you bitch." He smirks a little, looking at me and resting his head against mine. "But... As wrong as this will sound... I'm not ready to come out to people yet. Can we keep this to ourselves?" A guilty expression takes over his features but I quickly cup his cheek, shaking my head. "Even if you told me you didn't want to act like a couple, I'd be glad that you're still here with me. I... I'm really attached to you." Well, I was going to say something else but... Well...

"[F/N], you can say it, I'm really attached to you too." He mumbles, looking at me. I melt completely, a grin coming onto my lips as I lean in a give him a tender kiss, Gavin did not hesitate to return it but I soon pull back, smiling, "You have your first therapy session tomorrow, are you nervous?" I question, just wanting to see what was going on in his head. He tugs on some boxers and hums a little, looking at the floor. "I'm terrified, honestly, I'm fucking scared but I know that all this is normal so... I'm just going to have to do it." "Yes, but don't forget, they'll know you're nervous, hun, they won't expect you to tell them everything in the first or even the tenth session, it's at your pace and it's what you need help with, alright?" I say, going over and hugging him gently. Gavin was so tense making me feel terrible. "Gav, don't be so tense..." "Oh, I'm not tense about that, your um... Right against my thigh and it's kinda turning me on." He says, a nervous smile on his lips. I realise what he means and pull on some underwear and wink at him.

I make my way into the kitchen, picking up my phone and ordering us some pizza. Gavin leans against the door frame, looking at me.

"You know, I ever got to ask you... Why you were sent here, you never explained it fully to me."

"Well, as I said, my friend was killed. He was in a horrible place, really, drugs, drink, everything he could get his hands on. He owed a dealer some money, one I had actually been working against to arrest but then things blew up. I was helping my friend pay off his debts, you know? I didn't want him to get hurt. But he found out it wasn't my friend paying him, he killed him and he came after me, thinking that I would finish paying him. Of course, I wasn't going to so... I went to my superior and now I'm here. And I go home as... As soon as he's caught, or after six months." I finish the explanation, putting my phone down and realising that I'd have to leave soon. "It's... Been five months, [F/N]." Gavin's expression drops completely, looking at me a swallowing thickly. I shake my head, holding a hang out and taking Gavin against me.

"Gavin, don't think about that, okay? I'll ask for a transfer, I'll do anything, okay? Just..  Don't think about it."

- Gavin's POV -

It had been such a wild few months that I had completely forgotten that [F/N] wasn't actually staying here. It's... A horrible thing to realise, that the only reason I'm happy isn't going to be here for much longer.

"Alright, I'll try not to," I say, not wanting to make [F/N] worry even more. He had enough to worry about without me pushing it even further than I already have for him. He hugs me more, kissing down the side of my neck and nuzzling against there. "I did order your pizza for you, though. We can cuddle, snuggle up on the couch and if you're good, I might please you again..." "God, you're a horny bitch." I chuckle, placing my hands on his lower back and kissing his shoulder gently.

A knock at the door distracts us, me pulling on some sweats and a shirt, assuming it was the pizza but it was Fowler, looking at me and furrowing his eyebrows.

"Detective Reed, I'm glad you're here, I need to speak to the both of you." He says. I step aside and let him in, quickly going down the hall to see [F/N].

"It's the captain," I inform him, watching as his featured scrunch up in confusion. He follows me out into the kitchen, gesturing for the captain to take a seat. "Coffee, sir?" "Yeah, please, [L/N]. I came here today to apologise to you. A witness came forward the other day and said they saw someone running away from the crime scene. We have a dull description but... Well, you see, there's a problem." He says, looking at me when he speaks. Confused, [F/N] places a cup in front of me and the captain, sitting down. "What is it?"

"The description we got matches what RK900 used to look like." The captain says, furrowing his eyebrows more. "We're just assuming it was another model but I wanted to come and tell you just in case you come back to work and its there. I don't want to upset you." He adds, making me cross my arms and look away, not commenting on the situation.

"Well, I'm sure we'll be back soon but captain, while you're here, would it be possible to request a transfer here?" [F/N] asks, smiling at me and then looking at the captain. "I'll certainly look into it."

Fowler drinks his coffee, though he kept glancing at me, making me feel a little tense. He didn't stay long but that didn't put me any more at ease. [F/N] kisses me gently once he leaves, humming.

"Hey, this isn't our case anymore, you don't have to worry about this, alright? Just focus on tomorrow." He mumbles, kissing over my cheek and then grabbing the pizza from the delivery guy, placing it down on the and speaking,

"Have some pizza, and then we can relax."

"Alright, love."

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