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birooksun · 5 years

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An Angel Like You Pt. 3

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The next morning when you woke up you felt achy again. You frowned as you tried to stretch your aching muscles and massage your thighs. You quickly dressed and walked into the living room to see Connor sitting on the couch with his eyes closed and his LED a soft blinking yellow. He opened his eyes and turned to you with a smile, “Good morning y/n, I trust you slept well?” You gave a quick nod and scurried into the kitchen to start making some breakfast.

Connor followed behind you, giving a soft smile as he brushed your hair behind your ear. You couldn’t help the small flinch that came from the unexpected contact. As you dropped your eyes to the toaster instead of him you missed the frown that crossed his face. He wanted to make you feel completely safe around him, make it so you leaned into his touch instead of flinching away.

You glanced up at Connor, wondering what he was doing during the night. Then you wondered if androids even had a sleep mode? The toast popped up and you jumped at the sound as your hand jumped up by your throat. “Is everything alright y/n?” Connor’s question surprised you a little, but you did just jump at nothing.

You gave a small smile, shifting your hand to play with your collar instead of just hovering to block your throat. “Sorry, just- lost in thought for a moment.” Connor moved over to the small table as you buttered your toast and sat down with your drink. “Just wondering- do androids have a sleep mode?” He gave a small frown and tilted his head just slightly as he thought about it. You resisted the urge to giggle at how cute he looked right then.

“Some do, as one designed specifically for police work I do not require sleep. I can go into a rest mode if I choose to, but otherwise no. I do not have a sleep mode.” You just nodded in response. He had said he didn’t require sleep yesterday. You slowly ate your toast, wondering when he would leave- should you tell him to leave? Maybe Hank was going to pick him up, they were cops, it wasn’t like Connor could just take today off or something. You were pulled from your thoughts when Connor sat up straighter and his LED blinked yellow for a moment.

He turned to you with a soft smile. “Hank if on his way to the station, he’s picking me up.” You gave a small smile as he got up from the table and put on his shoes. You hadn’t even noticed he had them off. He paused before turning to you, “Y/N, may I ask a question?” You gave a half shrug in response. “How do you own a house? Someone of your age with a house in this economy seems a bit difficult to believe.”

You gave a small laugh, “It used to be my grandma’s and she left it to me when she died. We were kinda the last ones around so I guess she just wanted to make sure I’d always have a home.” You both turned to the door at the sound of someone knocking, probably Hank. Connor went and answered the door. Hank was standing in the doorway when you followed after Connor.

“Everything went alright?” He looked between the both of you, a smile on his face. “Come on Connor, let’s go.” Connor turned towards you, he seemed to be debating something before he just reaching over and squeezing your hand. You didn’t know how to react like that, instead just watching him walk out the door with Hank.

You doubled checked the door was locked then went back to your room to collect laundry. You felt proud of yourself, even remembering to grab the laundry in your bathroom. While laundry was being done you sat in front of the tv and started up your console, ready to play some games. Once the laundry was ready to be folded you turned off your game, put on a movie and folded while watching it.

Later that night you were preparing dinner for yourself, debating if you should join some of your coworkers out for drinks or not. A few more texts and you relented to joining them once you finished dinner. You had to laugh at one of your friends insiting they would come over early to make sure you were dressed nice. You knew they just wanted to steal some food.

A knock at the door startled you, but thankfully you managed not to drop your food. “Hey y/n!” You gave a sigh of relief at the sound of her voice. You quickly went to open the door. “Smells good. You’re not going out in that right?” You looked down at your eans, and loose shirt. “Just ‘cause some of us are hoping to catch a guy doesn’t mean we want them to ignore you!” She paused and made a motion with her hands to signal rewinding. “Wait. I just heard what I said. You’re pretty but we want you to still stand out! There! That sounded better.” You just shook your head at your friend’s antics and let her in.

The two of you ate and then you rinsed off the dishes and put them in the dishwasher to wash later. “Alright, alright. Let’s have you poke and prod at my closet.” You sighed as your friend led you into your room. You sat down on the bed as she did rifle through your closet. “I don’t have very many clothes your style. I’m frumpy and a plain Jane.” You shrugged and turned your face to the door. You didn’t want to see her reaction.

You didn’t expect her to give such a loud one though. “Bullshit. Plain Jane my ass! You’re beautiful and anyone who tells you otherwise can fuck off!” You laughed and shook your head. “Yeah I’m a girly girl but you’re still pretty. Just a natural pretty. Which makes it so much more fun when we blow everyone's socks off tonight!” She pulled out a dress from your closet and tossed it at you, “Try.” then she darted back in to see if there were other options. You quickly undressed and began to pull the dress on, pausing when you realized it was one with a low back and you had to remove your bra. You quickly tossed that off and resumed pulling the dress on. You tugged the bottom of the dress a bit lower, you never felt confident in a mini dress but when you were thinner it used to go halfway to your knees.

She came back out the closet holding a skirt and stopped to whistle. “Oh no, that is what you’re wearing. Damn you have legs for days in that dress!” You felt yourself flush at the attention. “Please tell me you have heels to go with it?”

You shrugged and looked under your bed, tossing a shoe behind you at your friend when she whistled. “You’re not allowed to bend over tonight, that’s for sure! Also don’t you have any sexy underwear?”

“Fine, you look for shoes under there.” You scooted back and went into the closet, closing the door behind you to search for nice underwear. You found a pair of black lace hip huggers and switched those for your plain cotton ones. A small part of you wondered if you really were attractive, and another part drifted to the dreams you’d had involving Connor the past two nights and what he would think of seeing you dressed like that. You quickly pushed down the thoughts and stepped out of the closet to see your friend sitting on the bed holding two pairs of heels.

“Strappy or clunky?” She held out each as she looked you over. “Strappy would look better on your legs, and if you drink too much one of us can always lend an arm.” She nodded and held out the strappy heels to you. You just smiled and sat down next to her and put the heels on. “Look at you girl!”

You rolled your eyes at her and picked up a purse to put your phone, keys, and wallet in. “Come on, I’m sure everyone’s already on the first round.” You glanced at your phone, wondering if anyone had texted you. You froze at the text from an unknown number. I hope you had a pleasant day today y/n.

You didn’t respond to it, you weren’t going to. You weren’t sure who sent it but a shiver ran down your spine regardless. The two of you left and you made sure the door was locked before climbing into the cab with your friend. The two of you walked into the bar everyone else was at to see them sitting at a large table. You didn’t notice the man and android at the bar. He turned and his eyes traced over you, from the sparkle in your eyes as you laughed at your friend’s jokes to the bottom of your dress that just hugged every curve and rode up slightly when you would walk.

His eyes drank you in as he watched you stroll up to the bar, he felt envious of the android who was holding your arm. “You know you don’t need to walk up with me just to the bar Rupert.” Your teasing tone drew a smile out of the other android. Connor started to stand up to go over to you but a gentle hand on his arm made him pause.

He turned to see Hank pulling back his arm and taking a sip of his drink. “Hold your horses Connor. Girls don’t like when a guy gets all clingly over them. She’s with her friends and enjoying a night out. He’s probably their DD and right now trying to make sure she doesn’t fall over in those heels.” Connor felt himself get angry at the way Hank leaned back to look at your backside. “Man if I were 20 years younger.”

“She’d still be out of your league Hank.” The words came out of Connors mouth before he could stop himself. Hank let out a loud laugh instead of feeling insulted about the comment.

“Hank? Connor?” Your voice carried and the two of you turned to see Hank and Connor at the other end of the bar. Rupert recognized the two of them and with a quiet word in your ear slipped back to the table. He tried to hide in with your coworkers and kept an eye on Connor. You grabbed your drink from the bartender, handing him your card to keep your tab open and walked over to them. “How’s everything?” You took a sip and tried to keep down your blush as you felt Connor’s eyes traveling over you.

Hank slapped Connor’s arm to get him to stop staring. “Well I know his night has improved seeing you. You doing alright kid?” You nodded and looked back to your coworkers.

They were waving and a few lifted up their glasses in a mock toast. You returned the gesture and sipped your drink. “I should get back to my friends.” You paused before finishing your first drink and asking the bartender for another.

As you waited you gave a small smile to the two of them and started to turn away. Connor reached out and grabbed your wrist. Unfortunately for you, sudden turns or sudden stops were not great in high heels. You stumbled and fell into his chest as he moved to keep you from falling. You looked up at him from where he had caught you against his chest. After what felt like too long he let go of you and you stepped back, brushing your hands down your dress to make sure it hadn’t ridden up. You flipped off whichever of your coworkers had whistled in response. “Y/N? Is there a chance you're available Friday night?” You looked at him for a moment in confusion before he clarified, “I mean, would you be available to go out on a date with me?”

“Oh.” The small exclamation left your mouth in surprise. “Uh, I guess so? I mean, yes. Yes I am available for a date.” You quickly took your drink and turned to rush back to your friends. Several of them were squealing with joy. You wanted to pour your drink on them, but that would be a waste of alcohol you now really felt you needed. “Tell me that didn’t just happen Tiff.”

The woman in question gave a low laugh as she patted you on the shoulder. “That happened. You just got asked out on a date. Not only that, you- Miss ‘I don’t think I’m attractive, y’all are just blind’ accepted that date.” You gave a weak smile as several coworkers patted you on the back and you brushed them off.

You glanced over at Hank and Connor, Hank was watching a basketball game playing on the screen behind the bar and Connor was looking at you again. You turned back to your friends and joined in on their conversations, missing the dark looks Rupert was giving Connor. After an hour Hanks’s game ends and he leaves with Connor. Hank pats you on the shoulder as he leaves. “Make sure you get home safe kid.” You stood up and gave him a hug, thanking him and giving a smile to Connor. You watched the two of them leave and resumed your night out with your friends. An hour later everyone was starting to call it a night and your head was spinning as you regretted having so much to drink. It felt like all of them had bought you at least one drink. As everyone started to pile into cabs you assured Rupert you would grab the next one before going back in to use the restroom.

You went back outside to see all your friends had left already, and all the cabs were gone. One of the self driving cars pulled up and someone inside rolled the window down. You could hear Connor’s voice. “Y/N, get in. I’ll give you a ride home.” You didn’t question why he didn’t come into view, you just climbed in the car and was glad he came back. You were too drunk to question how he knew you were just leaving the bar.

As you sat down in the car and leaned your head against the window he put an arm around your shoulders and pulled you against his chest. You tried to push away from him, but he held you firm and pulled you in a position to rest your head under his chin. You tried to push away his hands trailing up and down your leg before he put your hands on his chest and pinned them there with one hand. The other still trailing up and down your body. “Your so beautiful y/n. You look so sexy like that.” You struggled against him when you felt his hand slipping under your dress. “No no, you don’t get to dress like that for me and expect me not to do anything, can you?” He kept your hands trapped as he pulled you up for a kiss.

You had thought he was kind, that he was sweet and caring. Instead you could feel your teeth clicking against his, feel how he was forcing his tongue into your mouth as he turned you around and pinned you to the seat with his body. You felt repulsed as he pushed up your dress, his long thin fingers tracing over your underwear. “Let me go Connor! Stop please!” You knew your words were slurred as you tried to push him away. He didn’t budge until the car stopped. Then he got off of you, straightened up both your clothing and guided you out of the car as if nothing happened.

You felt ready to run, but a quick glance around let you realize this wasn’t your neighborhood. In fact it seemed to be somewhere you didn’t recognize at all. Connor wrapped an arm around your shoulders and with an iron grip guided you into a house. The outside looked condemned. The inside though, that made you want to scream. It didn’t match the outside. It looked pristine, and as you looked at the wall you realized they had soundproofing. You hadn’t realized he let go of you until you heard the lock clicking shut behind you. Then he placed a hand on your lower back and guided you further into the house.

He led you into a bedroom and you froze. He applied more force before pushing you in. “There’s clothes for you in the closet. You should get changed.” He shut the door behind you and you gave a sigh of relief. You decided it would be better to play along for now and went over to the closet. You felt your heart sink as you looked at nothing but lingerie. You saw a long slip dress mixed in and grabbed that to wear. It might still be slinky and much different from what you usually wore to sleep in, but it wasn’t sheer or as revealing as the others. You walked over to the door and checked it, swearing under your breath when didn’t budge. It was locked from the outside. Not sure what to do you sat down on the bed. After 10 minutes you laid down and passed out.

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