↬ Pure fluff without context. I wrote this for myself, since I love this robot man so much.
And then his lips. It was…different from what you’d imagined. They didn’t feel like human flesh, no, but they were soft, and strangely warm considering the rigid weather in which you were basked. At first it was just that, a shy, ticklish brush of lips, so delicate that you could hardly tell it was there.
But you needed more. Your hands delicately went to stroke his cheeks as he pressed his lips against yours and his arms held you close to him for dear life, not wanting to let go of this fulfilling moment. Android, human…did it matter anymore? There are spells greater than fear and older than the moon, spells that can’t tell the difference between flesh or bone or blood and that even science can’t explain.
The incredulous whispers and gasps of the people around you were but distant echoes of past insecurities. Connor moved his lips against yours so gently that you sighed in completion, and he must have liked it because his arms squeezed you even tighter against his strong figure. Who could have thought that he had this in him? This sweetness, this adoring energy and the gentleness to caress his one so lovingly. He could be both the ray of sunshine that made a bud grow, or the ruthless wind that swept it away.
Your hand found the back of his neck, where it melted with short hair and you pushed him closer, closer than physically possible, your neck tilted up to reach him better. And you loved and kissed him so much that it was stars and light and the freshness of hay and the purity of crystal snow. Your heart cried against your chest, beating and screaming or was it his? Maybe it was just the dreamy haze of the moment, or maybe they were really beating in unison chest to chest, human and Android reaching out to each other in a song that had never been sung before.
Hank’ s eyes were glowing as he watched the two of you, so sweetly embraced. His smile was a stark contrast against the bewildered gaping of the people who, for the first time, witnessed an act of love before considered unthinkable. “Fucking disgusting…” he cursed and shook his head, but his chuckle betrayed his happiness.
You looked up into Connor’ s eyes, so warm and brown and alive that they ignited your very soul back to life. Every freckle, every crease of his skin, up to the strong line of his jaw, were forever engraved in your memory.
“Can I ask you a personal question, ___?” He murmured, eyes shining so bright even the sun couldn’t compare. You tapped the tip of your nose against his playfully.
“Shoot”.
He leaned over and whispered it in you ear, and you giggled like a child that had just found a jar of cookies.
You briefly stood on your tiptoes and pecked his lips quickly, then answered.
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