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[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?

[She fells his breath against her cheek, short and shallow, and smiles. Justine doesn't know if Connor needs to breathe but she likes the idea that she'd made him as breathless as he'd made her.]

Yes. This is very okay. [Justine glances up, her dark eyes sparkling.] I wish we had more than twenty minutes.

[She wants to do so much more.]

Me too.

[He could do this for a long while, just being close to her. He's enjoying the kissing and the way her breath stutters whenever she pulls away.]

But we have as long as we like as long as we're in this place, right?

[Justine laughs softly, placing another quick innocent kiss to his lips.]

Yes. We do. After everything is done. We can keep going. I don't need to eat right now. [Food is not at the forefront of Justine's thoughts.] I'd much rather be doing this.

You should really eat if you're hungry. Your fish will go cold.

[He rubs his hand up and down her back, his tone gentle but concerned. Humans need to eat, even if he doesn't.]

I'll stay if you want me to, but I'd like you to have dinner.

I can eat later.

[Justine isn't all that great at taking care of herself. She has a tendency to get swept up in each moment and letting it consume her concentration.]

And I'd like you to stay.

You could... but I'm not going anywhere.

[He kisses her forehead.]

I'll still be here, I promise. Please?

[He's going to employ the puppy eyes if you don't, Justine.]

[Justine gently bites her lower lip but she's weak against his pleads. He's too well meaning and too sweet for her to argue about something so inane.]

Okay. I'll eat but then I want to show you the deck and we can keep kissing there.

[She presses a light kiss to his lips just as the timer goes off. A low moan rumbles through her throat as she gently dislodges herself from him and turns towards the oven. Justine quickly pulls out the sheet with fish and veggies on it, everything cooked perfectly through. She divides it into two portions, leaving some for her roommate.]

So. Are you going to watch me eat?

I... don't know. Should I? Or should I-

[He turns to awkwardly stand with his back to her. If it was Hank he'd absolutely stare him down while eating, but with Justine it seems like it would be more awkward.]

Is this better?

[She laughs softly as she takes a seat at the table, her plate placed neatly in front of her.]

It's fine if you watch. Please, sit with me. Maybe you can tell me a little more about you while I eat?

[Justine takes small cute bites but she eats at a reasonable pace so that it doesn't take too much time.]

[Connor sits, trying to think of something to tell her.]

Well... on the day I was activated, I saved a little girl from a hostage situation. An android had gotten upset because he was going to be replaced, and he shot her father before taking the little girl to the roof. He was going to jump off with her, but I managed to talk him down. It was the first case of deviancy in an android- that is, an android gaining emotions.

[Because this is what people apparently talk about over dinner. To be fair, he's only ever had dinner with Hank, and that entailed talking about cases.]

[Justine eats and listens. She doesn't mind the topic since it tells her more about Connor than the simple statements might suggest.]

Sounds like a hard job. Does it worry you?

[She takes another small bite and then elaborates.]

I mean, he's another android. Isn't it alright that he feels? Even if it isn't alright that he hurt people. You feel, don't you? [Though that might be different. Justine isn't sure.]

I didn't feel emotions at that point.

[He looks down, frowning.]

I was still influenced by my programming. Becoming a deviant means breaking free of that, and I hadn't done that yet. I was created to hunt deviants. To bring them back to CyberLife so that they could be dismantled and investigated for faults. I was under the impression that their emotions were simply errors in their software. I didn't... know.

[It's obvious he has regrets now, but at the time he'd been nothing more than machine, performing a task.]

[Justine abandons the small scraps of food remaining on her plate and reaches out towards Connor.] I'm sorry. [Her fingers slide through his and she gently squeezes to offer some small measure of comfort.]

I hadn't meant to make you sad.

[She raises to her feet and places her plate behind her to address later.]

Come with me. I'd like to show you something.

You didn't. Don't worry.

[He often feels guilty about the androids in his path who were killed. Justine didn't bring it up, he did. He lets Justine lead him wherever she's going, hand in hers.]

[Her fingers interlace with his as she leads him towards the backyard. It's a small but lovely backyard with a carefully cultivated lawn. There is an herb garden to their left and a bench covered with pillows and surrounded by roses in the far left corner of the lawn.

Justine leads him to the spiral stair case that magically leads up towards the sky. The deck is high and not too big to be daunting. From here they can see Connor's house as well as the larger houses of Haven. She lightly presses two fingers against the wood and the sheer looking spell around them darkens and the wind ebbs to a gentle breeze. There are several long lounge chairs, push pillows and a thick blanket that Justine had laid upon the ground.

She sometimes comes up here to read and a few of her books are scattered around the area.]

What do you think?

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