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May I Ask a Question? // Connor x reader

A/N: I love how this scenario perfectly popped in my head even though I need to do homework for science. Can’t have sh*t in Environmental Science

! + reader is gender neutral!

Description: Now that Connor’s a deviant, he can now confidently ask questions that would’ve been weird before. However, you’re not an exact expert on the subject - which Hank was gladly to point out. Good thing it led to something great though.

Of course, out of all of the employees working at the police station, Fowler decided that you didn’t need much sleep, and that it should be you who opens the police station. You were already dried out from working last night, but no one else was available. You being the transfer from [city name], you of course weren’t well known yet by the people here. You would debate it, considering you have been here for more than just a while, give or take 6 freaking months.

It was a rough start. You being the only tech savvy person in your previous location, you were moved to Detroit. You heard a lot of things about that place, one of them being known as “Android City.” You had no prejudice against the whole deviant uprising that happened last year, you haven’t even met an android.

Although, you might have - maybe you encountered one that took off their LED ring before meeting you.

But this android that stood in front of you definitely kept his LED: Connor.

“Good morning Detective [L/N], I prepared you coffee…but I wasn’t sure how many creamers or sugars you usually applied on a daily basis. I hope a ratio of 5 creamers and 3 sugars work for you.” You can see in his eyes that he has never made coffee before. Which makes sense, since his coworker mostly leans towards alcohol.

“Again with the formalities Connor? I’ve been here frequently enough, just call me [Y/N]. Um, and I don’t really measure out my creamers and sugars on a level that precise, Connor. But a 5 to 3 ratio sounds just about right,” You smiled, taking a sip of the coffee. Wow, [favorite coffee], he even got your favorite type of roast right.

“I’m surprised, both at you making me coffee and you being here in general. As far as I knew, Fowler asked me to open the station. Did he ask you too?”

You weren’t sure if your eyes were working properly, but you swore to anything religious that Connor’s cheeks were flushing a baby blue color.

“I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?”

“Oh, no. No, not at all,” Oh you can tell by the look of his face that he was not a good liar, “It’s that you worked very hard to tolerate the level of incompetence Hank showed to you last night while working on one of our cases. I wanted to make it up to by helping you open the police station in the morning.”

Awe, that’s sweet of him. But considering you’re a detective as well, you knew that his body language did not match with what he was saying at all. Something was up with Connor. His eyes, they were wandering, almost as if they’re trying to wait for the right to to say something - or maybe ask.

You didn’t want to be inappropriate though and say what goes off the top of your head. That would be irrational. And for the last six months you were sprouting a reputation for reading people well. You were the perfect person to go for when there was a stubborn suspect in an investigation.

“Well, thanks for doing that Connor, I really appreciate it. I’m assuming you came here by yourself?”

“No. Hank is actually with me, he’s at his desk because Fowler scolded him for his failure to organize his desk.” Chuckling at that statement, you relaxed your posture a bit. Connor always managed to get you to relax at some point during your job. It was one of the things you really liked about him, not just as an android but as an overall living being. Detroit was a dangerous place, especially now of the increased chances of crimes being committed by deviants.

Connor made you feel protected a little. You would love to tell him everything that he made you feel, but you know nothing when it came to romance. You had your temporary crushes here and there, but they never consisted, much less grew to a more romantic level.

Even if you were to go after Connor, you don’t even know if Androids are naturally capable of developing romantic feelings, or if they need to go to Cyberlife and purchase an additional piece of hardware or a software update for that.

“[Y/N]? Can I ask you a question?” You were right, at some point he was going to ask a question. And by the way you were looking at his eyes directly, you have a reason to believe he thinks the answer is subjected to be a little personal. For you, you can excuse it since he’s the android that’s the robot version of Sheldon Cooper than of a Calvin Klein model.

“Shoot.” You smiled, making sure that if he was going to ask his question - he should also be able to feel not as pressured or nervous.

As you two walked back to your desk with your coffee in hand, he asked, with a very deep breath, “What is it like to kiss someone?”

You weren’t gonna lie, you were slightly taken aback from the question. A part of you expected a raunchier question but asked in an innocent tone. But no, this was a very fluffy question asked in an innocent way.

And this is also by far, the toughest question you were asked to answer, because you haven’t kissed anyone - on the lips, that is.

Taking a sip of your coffee, you contemplated about your answer. But Connor didn’t know what your response was going to be.

Internally Connor believes that he just royally screwed the big shot of getting closer to you. Looking at your expression, it doesn’t even look like there’s any signs that you can’t answer it. Therefore, leading to speculate you might know how to answer the question, meaning that you’ve kissed people before. Which isn’t what he wanted at all! he hoped for you to respond no and for him to flirt back saying, ‘Can I be your first?’

“The best way that I can describe kissing someone would be-” before you were going to continue winging your answer/responding to the question specifying kisses on the cheek or forehead, Hank stepped in.

“You know Connor, there are better people to ask that type of question, and one of those people is definitely not [Y/N]. Hell, even I could give a better response than what she can.”

You had no words. No words, no thoughts. You head was just empty and baffled that Hank had the audacity to talk over you and claim you were inexperienced. Which is true, but it still hurt.

Good thing your sass came in handy.

“Hank, shouldn’t you uh,” you tilted your head to the direction of the bags of trash surrounding his desk, “throw those bags of trash somewhere? Maybe bring the lint roller too for your Sumo-infested jacket?” Smiling, you can already see him grimace in annoyance before he grabbed the bags and made his way to the back. Your sass was either a great thing to have or a terrible enemy for Hank.

As you sighed, Connor spoke out, “You didn’t finish, [Y/N].”

Blinking a few times, you thought, ‘Show and tell…Show and tell…’

“You know what Connor, you’re right. Here’s what I was trying to say.”

And like the badass detective you were, you kissed Connor - on the lips.

While no one was around.

It’s safe to say that Connor was in shock. While yes, he got what he wanted in his attempt to flirt, but it completely reversed on him. it was supposed to be HIM that initiates the kiss, but he can excuse this. After all, at least one of you two initiated it.

And he liked it. He always liked how you performed your job, how you managed to keep your calm in stressful situations, and you welcoming smile. It warmed him so much that he wanted to get closer to you, so that maybe he could feel even warmer. The way you would get a confession out of suspects better than him, the perfect prototype himself, excited him. If you didn’t have such a relaxed posture, he might have proposed that you were a carefully crafted android.

But you weren’t. You were a beautiful, intelligent human being. So captivating, he wanted you to be his first kiss.

After a few seconds with your lips intertwined with his, you pulled away slowly to fully feel the sensual bliss you both achieved from that surprising move.

“Ah…So, you do know how to kiss. And in an alluring way, no doubt.” Connor smiled, but now it was your turn to be nervous as he was before when he gave you your coffee.

Cupping your cheek, you defended yourself, “Oh! Oh no! I mean- no, I’ve never kissed anyone before- o-on the mouth that is…You’re..actually my first kiss.”

Connor replaced your hand with his, his now cupping you cheek, gently, as if he hasn’t felt the touch of skin for eternity.

“I suppose it is no surprise either that you are my first kiss as well. Call it intuition, if you will, but I believe this is an indicator of a great relationship.”

Holding his cupped hand, you giggled gleefully, “Actually Connor, the first kiss is usually done way later in a relationship than the immediate start of one. So…I guess that’s my fault.”

Connor’s face shifted from a soft admiration to a perplexed confusion, “Why would you blame yourself? I found your action romantic. Astonishingly cute, if I…might add.” His previous tint of baby blue in his cheeks washed more to now be a deeper hue of thirium.

Grinning for a second, you finally regained your composure after your little show, “Then I guess it’s official. How about making it more immersive by going out on a date after this? I know a great donut shop- Oh…wait you can’t eat food..”

Shaking his head, Connor reassured you, “If you mean Dahlia’s Donuts that’s five blocks away from here, then I’ll be happy to accept. Near the location is a small park, would that be okay with you?”

You almost wanted to pinch yourself after going through this conversation. There’s no way that you’re going on a date after you and Connor’s shift. There’s no way that he just said he recognized your all-time favorite donut shop and then stated he would take you on a walk to the park. But it is definitely a way, if that makes sense grammatically. But who gives a damn about grammar, you’re dating an android now.

“I- That would be great! I can’t wait for it then!” Just as you thought the conversation ended, Connor made his move to officially end it by pecking your cheek. You were definitely aware of how his lips felt there. It was firm, but soft enough for you to smooch them for a considerable amount of time. Connor took note of your blush, and smiled to himself.

Oh, but if only your moment with him could last longer.

“Hey! Fowler’s gonna be here any minute now, so get your asses to work before you two get written up!” You mumbled to yourself, ‘Goddamn Hank…’ before heading in to the other parts of the station to turn on again.

Connor’s cheeky smile didn’t go unnoticed by Hank, “Hey, what’s up with you Connor? Did you systems do a checkup and found everything perfect?”

As Hank chuckled to himself for his attempt at a joke, Connor absent-mindedly replied, “Even better Hank, I kissed [Y/N], and I even accomplished a date with her after her shift today.”

The moment Hank heard ‘kissed,’ he choked a little on his flask containing his favorite drink, “You what?” He looked at the android shocked, shocked at how Connor, of all humans and androids, managed to get 1) his first kiss 2) your first kiss 3) a date with you.

Hank couldn’t believe you two. But granted, he can believe it a little bit. After all, you two really do look like two dorks in love with each other.

And to think, it all started with a question.