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[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?

[It's not like there's much fish to rub it on.]

[Justine hides her smile as she nods.]

I'd love to see how well you rub.

[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.

She doesn't think he'd mind.]

[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.]

Now we put it in and wait for twenty minutes?

Yes.

[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.]

We have twenty minutes.

[Connor gives the rune a curious look, but says nothing about it. He lets Justine take his hand, stepping a little closer.]

What should we do while we wait?

[He gives her a gentle smile.]

It's up to you.

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.]

[He's a little flushed, a tinge of blue across his cheeks. He's pleased though, even if he's having some trouble with his next words.]

Did I- I mean, was that-?

[He's trying to ask if he did it properly, but he's a bit taken aback by the whole situation.]

[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.]

I liked it, too.

[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.]

[She met the pressure and warmth of his kiss and closed her eyes. It's quick and warm but a very good kiss.]

Yes but relax you're jaw some. [Her nails scrape down the back of his neck as she kissed him again.

This time Justine's lips part and her tongue gently brushes across his lips to request entry.]

[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.

He could absolutely do this for twenty minutes.]

[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.]

Me too.

[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?

Can you feel it, when I touch you here?

This is me, yes.

[He uncovers his whole hand so that Justine can see the seams and plastic underneath, and links his fingers with hers.]

I can feel it.

[He tips his head and kisses her again lightly, already more confident that he's doing it right.]

[It's unlike anything Justine has ever seen before. His hand is plastic and surprisingly warm as it brushes against her skin. Her smile widens and she nearly laughs at the discovery.]

You're amazing Connor. [She's literally never met anyone like him.]

Can I feel more? Is all of you like this?

[Not that Justine wants to make out with a skinless robot because... maybe that's weird? but she wants to see Connor for who he is.]

[He's never shown anyone his true face before. Not even Hank. But he trusts Justine, so after a moment he closes his eyes and lets the skin deactivate from his face. His hair goes with it, but his eyes remain unchanged, so even if he looks very different like this he still has the same warm gaze when his eyes open again.

Luckily he's just self-conscious enough that he doesn't go in for another kiss like this, instead looking almost shy.]

I've never shown anyone this before.

[Justine reaches out to him, lightly brushing her thumb along the curve of his lips. It's a little different but it's still Connor.] You're very handsome.

[She raises herself to the tips of her toes and lightly presses her lips to his.

It's a soft kiss and a little nervous but no less affectionate and sweet.]

[Connor is relieved when Justine kisses him again, knowing that he hasn't put her off. Seeing the truth of what he really is staring her in the face is different from just being told that he's an android. He reactivates his skin when the kiss ends, and hugs Justine close.]

Thank you.

[For the compliment, and for accepting him for what he is.]

[Justine returns his hug, her arms circling around his waist as she holds him close. She buries her face against his chest and exhales a content sigh while enjoying the comfort of his arms. His voice is low, rumbling close to her ear.]

You have nothing to thank me for Connor.

[She pulls back just enough to meet his gaze.]

It's everything about you that makes you who you are. And that's the person I've come to know. So thank you. My life is better with you in it.

[He looks genuinely pleased at the compliment, obviously not used to hearing such nice things.]

Mine is better with you in it, too. I really believe that.

[He's only four months old, but he's never met anyone like Justine before.]

[She gently bites at her lower lip, her smile widening with each passing second. The conversation has gotten a little sentimental but it's nice.

Justine raises to the tips of her toes and presses a kiss against Connor's lips. This one is more firm and greedy than the last. Her lips part and her tongue brushing against his mouth seeking to deepen their kiss.

Her body presses against his and she doesn't let go until the room is spinning and her lungs burn for air.]

[His heart beats faster as they kiss, though not having to breathe comes in handy because he can match her urgency without worrying about taking in air. Still, not having to breathe doesn't mean he doesn't simulate it, and he seems to pant very quietly as she pulls away, his lips following hers for a second. He's mentally set the timer in his head for twenty minutes, and they still have a little bit more time so he gets playful, pressing little kisses down her neck and below her ear.]

Is this okay?

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