[Justine finds it difficult to pull away but they have food sitting out that needs to get into the oven.]
If I ever forget that I'm real. I hope that you'll be there to remind me.
[She glances down and gently pulls away while biting nervously at her lower lip. Her ass hits the counter and she stumbles forward a step towards Connor.] Oh. We should probably get the fish in the oven. Then maybe we can pick up where we left off.
Sure. you don't need a lot of oil. It's just to keep everything together and on the fish.
[Justine turns and slips up next to him to show him where the bowls are by opening the correct cabinet.] A small one should be fine. [As he does that, she'll grab the olive oil and the pepper.]
Once we have this together we rub it thoroughly on everything and cook it for about twenty minutes.
[He takes a bowl and waits for Justine to gather the ingredients, and lets her put the correct amounts in before stirring it. The entire time he keeps glancing over at her, until he hands her the bowl.]
I think that's mixed well enough. Do you need help rubbing it on the fish?
[She doesn't actually need his help but she can't help herself. She dips her fingers into the bowl making them slick with the mixture before coating both the vegetables and the fish, attempting to have her fingers cross Connor's in the process.
[He doesn't mind their fingers crossing, in fact he's quite pleased with it. He resists the urge to take her hands because he's not sure what he'd do after that, and when he's done with the fish and vegetables he moves to wash the mixture off his fingers.]
[Justine places everything on a metal sheet and then washes her hands. When she's finished she slides the tray into the wood burning oven and closes it. She steps over to a stone rune and activates it with a soft whisper of magic.] And now a timer is set.
[She reaches for Connor and gently takes his hand in hers.]
I have an idea. [She gently glides his hands to her hips before trailing her palms up his arms, wrapping her fingers behind his neck.
Justine doesn't know what it is but something has drawn her to him. Maybe it's his song or maybe it's just that she's finally getting to know him. He's sweet, considerate and earnest. Or maybe it's because he is an android.
She's never met anyone like him and she's curious.]
I- [Her lips press briefly together.] You can tell me to stop if you'd like.
[With that as her only warning, Justine rises onto the tips of her toes and lightly presses her lips to his.]
[He's a little surprised when Justine leans in to kiss him. But instead of telling her to stop, he leans in a little to make it easier on her and experimentally kisses back. It's a little stiff, he's obviously never done it before. But he finds that despite his inexperience, it feels easy with Justine.
It helps that he likes her a lot. She's kind and soft and pretty, and he feels just as drawn to her as she does to him. He pulls her a little closer, closing his eyes and focusing on the feeling of her lips on his.]
[She's a little surprised in herself but there is no time to question her own actions.
His lips are surprisingly warm and pleasantly soft as they mold against her own. He pulls her closer and Justine feels herself closing the distance between them, her slender frame pressing to his. There is solidity in Connor's form and she finds herself comforting by that fact.
Justine's lips part and she breaths him in. She gently walks him through the steps of their kiss. It's light and innocent in a way, slowly discovering the correct tilt to their heads, the pressure and rhythm of the touch. The excitement of a first kiss is learning about the other person. The way they move, even the smallest twitches as skin brushes against skin. Her pulse races and Justine only breaks the kiss when she remembers that she has to breathe.
She smiles, curling her lips together at the lingering memory of his lips against hers. Justine doesn't move away from him but instead relaxes in his arms.]
[Her lips curl inward briefly as her eyes rose to meet his. Justine honestly has no idea what he's saying but she tries to read between the lines.]
I liked it, kissing you. I hope... you did too. [Her cheeks warm and her eyes drop towards her feet only to stare at Connor's chest.] We can do it again, if you want.
[It is very obvious that he doesn't have a lot of practicing kissing.]
[And if she's offering to do it more... he leans back in to try again. This time he's more relaxed about it, and he tries to match her movements more. His thumbs rub gently at her hips, and this time when he pulls back he seems less unsure.]
Was that better?
[He learns quickly, he knows that, but he still needs to ask.]
[He flushes more at the slide of their tongues, picking up all kinds of unnecessary information with his own. It’s distracting but at the same time, he knows a little more about Justine now. He moves his hands and lets his fingers creep up her shirt a little, still at her waist but enjoying the skin to skin contact. He even lets the skin dissolve from his fingers to let him press plastic to skin, just that slight bit closer.
[She presses eagerly against him, her slim frame settling perfectly into his as their tongues met and gently teased in a probing kiss. A soft pleased moan is muffled by his lips as his hand comes to rest on the exposed skin of her hip.
Justine notices the dark press of plastic to skin but it doesn't bother her. It's something new and it sends a little thrill of excitement through her frame.
She breaks their kiss and takes a deep breath. Her cheeks are flushed, her pulse is racing and it all feels very good.] I think I like this. [She whispers against his lips with a soft coy smile.]
[His gaze is warm as he looks down at her, gently resting his forehead against hers. His own pulse has quickened, his fingers toying playfully with the waistband of her skirt. Mostly, he's just enjoying the contact.]
You're pretty when you blush.
[He moves a hand up to touch her cheek, the plastic of his fingers still exposed.]
[His forehead is warm and heavy as he lightly rests against her. There is something comforting in the weight of him; it's a constant reminder that he's there with her.
God or whoever determines their fate, she truly hopes that this isn't a dream.]
Ah. Thank you. I didn't think it was so easy but I seem to blush around you. [Justine lightly takes his hand, running her thumb over the small bit of plastic.] And this is you too?
[Connor is tending to his fish when Paris arrives. He opens the front door of the cottage with a smile, gesturing for him to come in.]
I have everything ready.
[He leads Paris to his bedroom, where there's a child's bed that Connor very obviously doesn't use, and a new desk with a chair pushed neatly under it. The fish tank is rather large considering it only houses one betta fish, a blue one that Connor has named Sparky. It sits on top of a cabinet full of fish food and water treatments to keep the fish happy and healthy. Other than that, there's not much in the way of personal effects yet.]
[Paris is very nervous; he doesn't want to waste Connor's time and he's sure he won't be good enough at this and will just lead in the both of them getting frustrated. But he is immensely grateful that Connor is even willing to try, and... he's a little bit excited, too, when he allows himself to be.
He follows Connor into his room, looking around and his eyes immediately landing on the fish. His eyes widen- he's never seen one that looks quite like that before.]
Is this-- your pet? [Aaah it's so pretty he wants to be friends with it...]
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