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[He'd try to continue, if there was even a slight chance that he could pull more from his reserve stores. They're completely dry. He is going to go home, curl up in the shower under the running water, and count the tiles on the wall until he feels soothed.
He swallows, glancing up at the android. Somehow, his pride isn't letting him ask for a piggyback ride back to his apartment.]
I just need a few minutes.
He swallows, glancing up at the android. Somehow, his pride isn't letting him ask for a piggyback ride back to his apartment.]
I just need a few minutes.
[Connor goes to leave, but stalls again.]
I'm not sure I can just leave you here like this. You can lean on me, there's no shame in it.
[He looks down at L earnestly.]
We don't have to tell anyone I had to help you... I won't say anything if you don't.
I'm not sure I can just leave you here like this. You can lean on me, there's no shame in it.
[He looks down at L earnestly.]
We don't have to tell anyone I had to help you... I won't say anything if you don't.
[Such a noble android. It's highly inconvenient and more than a big annoying... but ultimately, L's probably not getting home otherwise, is he?
He reaches up for Connor's hand, pulling himself up and fairly melting against his side.]
He reaches up for Connor's hand, pulling himself up and fairly melting against his side.]
[Connor puts a hand around L's waist, taking his weight easily. He starts to walk, glad that they're so close to the cottages.]
I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable. It's just in my nature to ask questions.
[As a fellow detective, L can surely appreciate that.]
I hope we can still be friends.
I'm sorry for making you uncomfortable. It's just in my nature to ask questions.
[As a fellow detective, L can surely appreciate that.]
I hope we can still be friends.
[Really, they have a lot in common, aside from just not particularly relating much to humans.]
It isn't your fault.
[He says so in a tone that qualifies as vehement, for him.]
It's in mine not to answer them, but as I said, I know you mean well. I know you're my friend.
It isn't your fault.
[He says so in a tone that qualifies as vehement, for him.]
It's in mine not to answer them, but as I said, I know you mean well. I know you're my friend.
[Connor seems pleased by that answer.]
I'm glad. I find you very interesting. I would like to learn more about you... as long as you're comfortable with it, of course.
[He wonders if the SQUIP is in as they reach the door to their house, and rings the doorbell maybe a little too long before concluding that the answer is no. He shifts so that L can grab his key, assuming he has one.]
I'm glad. I find you very interesting. I would like to learn more about you... as long as you're comfortable with it, of course.
[He wonders if the SQUIP is in as they reach the door to their house, and rings the doorbell maybe a little too long before concluding that the answer is no. He shifts so that L can grab his key, assuming he has one.]
Oh? Is that so?
[L moves a hand to the door frame, rummaging in his jacket for his key.]
I find you interesting, as well, even if you're far too interested in very boring, unimportant things.
[His insecurities, his sorrow, his life. They need to be talked about, there is something in him crying to talk. But L is not going to crack that easily.]
I also think you're a good cop.
[L moves a hand to the door frame, rummaging in his jacket for his key.]
I find you interesting, as well, even if you're far too interested in very boring, unimportant things.
[His insecurities, his sorrow, his life. They need to be talked about, there is something in him crying to talk. But L is not going to crack that easily.]
I also think you're a good cop.
They’re not unimportant or boring to me, Linden. Any kind of information can be used to create a picture of what someone is like. And... thank you, I appreciate it. I almost miss being a detective, you know.
[He helps L inside the house and shuts the door behind them gently.]
Is there anything you’d like to know about me?
[Leading L to the couch, he sits him down and seats himself beside him.]
[He helps L inside the house and shuts the door behind them gently.]
Is there anything you’d like to know about me?
[Leading L to the couch, he sits him down and seats himself beside him.]
Her voice caught in a gasp as the thin fabric was pushed away and the SQUIP palmed the fullness of her breast. Heat curled beneath the skin and a shutter of pleasure coursed through her lovely slender frame.
"Connor?" She whispered his name like it was a secret that could only be spoken between the three of them though her voice was thick with desire and need. She'd known he'd come sooner or later but with the pressure against her she found it difficult to focus on that fact. Thin tendrils of pleasure pulsed through her or jolted in disjointed static waves. Justine thought about Connor and her heart swelled, affection blossoming in her chest.
She slid her fingers through the SQUIP's hair and pressed a softer kiss to his lips before nuzzling affectionately with him.
"You can join us Connor or watch." He could do whatever he wanted. Justine wasn't about to stop him or the SQUIP.
"Connor?" She whispered his name like it was a secret that could only be spoken between the three of them though her voice was thick with desire and need. She'd known he'd come sooner or later but with the pressure against her she found it difficult to focus on that fact. Thin tendrils of pleasure pulsed through her or jolted in disjointed static waves. Justine thought about Connor and her heart swelled, affection blossoming in her chest.
She slid her fingers through the SQUIP's hair and pressed a softer kiss to his lips before nuzzling affectionately with him.
"You can join us Connor or watch." He could do whatever he wanted. Justine wasn't about to stop him or the SQUIP.
The SQUIP, for its part, certainly noticed Connor's gaze, and it smirked at that; it picked itself up, shifting down her body to press a kiss to the center of her chest, its eyes glancing over to meet Connor's.
"There's room for three here," it agreed, before leaning down to press its open mouth against one of her breasts, its tongue lapping over the stiffened bud as one of its hands slipped down, between their bodies, between her slim thighs. It brushed a fingertip lightly over her, teasingly-- dragging over her entrance, and then up, flicking over the heated peak of her clit.
"There's room for three here," it agreed, before leaning down to press its open mouth against one of her breasts, its tongue lapping over the stiffened bud as one of its hands slipped down, between their bodies, between her slim thighs. It brushed a fingertip lightly over her, teasingly-- dragging over her entrance, and then up, flicking over the heated peak of her clit.
[Slender fingers slide the key into the lock, turning it, the satisfying snick of what fits and works strangely reassuring. The SQUIP's not home; he can tell through their Bond that it's out at this time, and maybe that's for the best.
He and Connor have more in common than just not relating to humans all the time. L can't talk about his career, it's too deeply carved into his psyche to keep it locked down right along with his emotions, but he gravitates toward the sentiment. It's a hard same for him; being a detective was his life. He misses it every second.]
Why "almost?" Can you feel conflicted over something you were presumably manufactured to do?
[Clearly, the answer is yes. He takes his seat on the couch, reaching for a cold coffee on a nearby table and using magic to warm the cup through.]
He and Connor have more in common than just not relating to humans all the time. L can't talk about his career, it's too deeply carved into his psyche to keep it locked down right along with his emotions, but he gravitates toward the sentiment. It's a hard same for him; being a detective was his life. He misses it every second.]
Why "almost?" Can you feel conflicted over something you were presumably manufactured to do?
[Clearly, the answer is yes. He takes his seat on the couch, reaching for a cold coffee on a nearby table and using magic to warm the cup through.]
Connor starts forward, hesitates, then continues. Fine, he’ll play along. He’s only going to feel them having sex anyway, he might as well be a part of it.
Still irritable, he’s not as gentle as usual when he pulls the SQUIP up and into a rough kiss. Taking out his frustrations a little, he tangles a hand into its hair and keeps it firmly in place as he swipes their tongues together. He runs his free hand down Justine’s thigh, a lot gentler than how he’s handling the SQUIP, but there’s still the bite of nails into her skin towards the end.
Still irritable, he’s not as gentle as usual when he pulls the SQUIP up and into a rough kiss. Taking out his frustrations a little, he tangles a hand into its hair and keeps it firmly in place as he swipes their tongues together. He runs his free hand down Justine’s thigh, a lot gentler than how he’s handling the SQUIP, but there’s still the bite of nails into her skin towards the end.
[Concentration is good. It means he's thinking harder about what he's playing, which means he might at least slightly be thinking about how the music feels. Rich gives a more genuine smile.]
Yeah! That's more like it! How did it feel, coming up with something off the cuff?
Yeah! That's more like it! How did it feel, coming up with something off the cuff?
It feels good knowing that I can do it.
[And he thinks he did feel the music there, too. It moved him as he played.]
Can I hear you play?
[And he thinks he did feel the music there, too. It moved him as he played.]
Can I hear you play?
I can, yes. Being a good detective was everything to me, and it's programmed in me to want to do that. At the same time, I'm... happy, right now. I get to work with animals and unite them with families offering them a loving home. It feels like I'm doing something good, even if it's not exactly the kind of good I was programmed to do.
[And that feels good in turn.]
...And I suppose a small part of me enjoys wondering what Cyberlife would think of their most advanced prototype cleaning out litter boxes for a living.
[Worth a small fortune, and spending his days covered in fur.]
[And that feels good in turn.]
...And I suppose a small part of me enjoys wondering what Cyberlife would think of their most advanced prototype cleaning out litter boxes for a living.
[Worth a small fortune, and spending his days covered in fur.]
"SQUIP" She gasped his name as his mouth circled the peak of her breast and his finger teased at the sensitive collection of nerves between her legs. She already knew that he was an expert at teasing and toying with the human body though this situation was different.
They weren't alone.
Cold air assaulted her chest as Connor crossed the room and pulled SQUIP off her chest and into a hard kiss. She felt the heat of his hand against the inside of her thigh but didn't know exactly what he had intended to do with it. "Connor." Her tone sounded both annoyed and aroused, her body trembling with heat and desire. She had been enjoying its mouth on her.
Her back was to the bed, the mattress bowed beneath her weight and SQUIP's, making it difficult to rise or do anything to include herself. Then a skillful flick of SQUIP's finger brought a short gasping moan to her lips.
They weren't alone.
Cold air assaulted her chest as Connor crossed the room and pulled SQUIP off her chest and into a hard kiss. She felt the heat of his hand against the inside of her thigh but didn't know exactly what he had intended to do with it. "Connor." Her tone sounded both annoyed and aroused, her body trembling with heat and desire. She had been enjoying its mouth on her.
Her back was to the bed, the mattress bowed beneath her weight and SQUIP's, making it difficult to rise or do anything to include herself. Then a skillful flick of SQUIP's finger brought a short gasping moan to her lips.
Connor. [Her voice is higher now as desperation and need coils like a viper inside of her.] Please. [She tests the tie binding her to his bed but her efforts grow weaker with each passing second.]
Please Connor.
Fuck me.
[Justine's hips raise, her eyelids fluttering while her lips remain parted and her breath heavy.]
I need you. It has to be you.
Please Connor.
Fuck me.
[Justine's hips raise, her eyelids fluttering while her lips remain parted and her breath heavy.]
I need you. It has to be you.
[He watches her with dark eyes, finding he can't take it any more. He presses himself inside her again, and barely gives her time to adjust before he's thrusting hard, grabbing her thigh roughly and nipping at her neck again.]
Justine-
[He gasps her name by her ear, panting softly. He kisses below it, down her jawline, her throat and across her collarbone, and then to her shoulder. He would let his lips explore every inch of her this way if he could.]
Justine-
[He gasps her name by her ear, panting softly. He kisses below it, down her jawline, her throat and across her collarbone, and then to her shoulder. He would let his lips explore every inch of her this way if he could.]
[L's eyes widen slightly. He knew this about Connor through his own Bond with the SQUIP, of course, but... actually hearing Connor talk with such gentle affection about his new and very different job is somewhat fascinating.]
Is there much of a demand for them here? Animals?
[He's never in his life had a pet. He might not actually understand the appeal very well.]
Is there much of a demand for them here? Animals?
[He's never in his life had a pet. He might not actually understand the appeal very well.]
[Justine chokes on a gasp when the tension finally snaps and Connor takes her. It's rough, hard, hunger fueling the hard buck of his hips and the eager rise of Justine's body to meet him and add to the force. Her voice rang louder, no longer caring about anything other than Connor and the pleasure of his touch.
It all happens so quickly.
Lights spark in her eyes as her orgasm presses hard against her senses. It isn't quick. Each thrust draws it out, teasing her body further with waves of overwhelming euphoric pleasure. Justine whimpers softly, her fingers digging into the tie as she sought to hold onto him and memorize the Ecstasy of the relief.]
It all happens so quickly.
Lights spark in her eyes as her orgasm presses hard against her senses. It isn't quick. Each thrust draws it out, teasing her body further with waves of overwhelming euphoric pleasure. Justine whimpers softly, her fingers digging into the tie as she sought to hold onto him and memorize the Ecstasy of the relief.]
Oh, sure... I wouldn't mind showing off a little. I play a lot of rock, though. I hope you don't mind.
[He strums his guitar a few times, looking over Connor with a smile.]
[He strums his guitar a few times, looking over Connor with a smile.]
I haven't heard much rock, but I think I'd like it.
[He seems to like pretty much every other type of music.]
Is rock your favourite?
[He seems to like pretty much every other type of music.]
Is rock your favourite?
[He keeps thrusting hard, feeling that she isn't done yet. Even as he comes inside her once more, he buries his face in her shoulder and keeps going. It's not like he can feel uncomfortable, after all.
He rides it out until he feels Justine's orgasm finally come to an end, and then he slows, moving his lips to hers and pressing them together in a light kiss. He reaches up to untie the fabric from around her wrists, and just holds her like that.]
He rides it out until he feels Justine's orgasm finally come to an end, and then he slows, moving his lips to hers and pressing them together in a light kiss. He reaches up to untie the fabric from around her wrists, and just holds her like that.]
Yes, we get a lot of customers. The most popular pet seems to be dogs. I'm not surprised... I like dogs.
[He looks L over with interest.]
What about you? Do you like animals?
[He looks L over with interest.]
What about you? Do you like animals?
I'm... not sure.
[He's not. He seems vaguely discouraged just thinking about it. Living things have never relied on L to survive, and it's likely a very good thing. Any nurturing instinct he possesses begins and ends with his slavish devotion to his obsessions, most of which involved trapping or unraveling a human being instead of comforting (and being comforted by) something fluffy.]
I don't eat meat. So... maybe.
[It's more likely that he just doesn't like the taste and texture. By far.]
[He's not. He seems vaguely discouraged just thinking about it. Living things have never relied on L to survive, and it's likely a very good thing. Any nurturing instinct he possesses begins and ends with his slavish devotion to his obsessions, most of which involved trapping or unraveling a human being instead of comforting (and being comforted by) something fluffy.]
I don't eat meat. So... maybe.
[It's more likely that he just doesn't like the taste and texture. By far.]
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