(Well, I've got more lemonade, and this one is long overdue.

Another serious Mature Warning!)

"It's been a long time since I didn't want to go to work the next day," you admitted quietly. You were at the counter, knife in hand and letting your Roomba teach you a recipe.

His head tipped a little. "Why do you feel this way, then?"

The smile was faint like the pink spreading across your cheeks. "Because I'm enjoying being home. Less noise. Less interruption. Less... Hank."

Chuckling with you, Connor shook his head. "Hank isn't so terrible, Detective. He was much worse when I initially met him. By comparison, he's soft." Carefully slipping behind you, arms snaked around your waist, the android's head on your shoulder to watch. "Small, even pieces. Take your time. Speed comes with practice, I do not want you to injure yourself."

His affections were no longer pushed away or reasoned out of. How could you when he'd gotten the confession he wanted in the end? You simply let him show his love when he wanted to. Not that you didn't do the same; the android was just much more frequent. "You're better at this than I am," you commiserated.

"I am beginning to think you actually have no interest in cooking and just want my attention," the RK800 murmured. "If that is the case, there are better methods. You know I do not mind cooking; being given orders as an android does not wear me down when I know those commands make you happy in the end."

How does he fucking do this to me...?

The knife was set down, out of the way, before you slowly turned in his hold. Your face was on fire again, heart beating a frantic rhythm. Before he could question you, his embrace was returned, your face buried in his neck. "......... I love you, Connor," was your soft, muffled response.

This was unprompted. "Are you well? Did I say something wrong...?"

"No. You just have this knack for calling me out so fuck you," you added, snickering. The android held you close, his eyes closed. "I'm sorry, okay? I absolutely have no interest in cooking, I just... I like how you teach things."

That sent a lovely spark down his back. "Well, if teaching is what you seek, perhaps I can still perform."

Straightening up to meet his gaze, your hands laced behind his neck. "I, for one, look forward to watching you perform, Detective," you purred. When the android had a faint color in his cheeks, you smirked. "Not fun when the shoe's on the other foot, huh? How do you enjoy being teased with your own words?"

"How do you think you'll fare when you know you'll succumb to me no matter what you tell me?" Connor's cute blushing face had darkened just enough, like a reminder of his place: above you. "I still have yet to bend you over my desk."

A part of you would have gotten flustered, chalking it up to just flirting like always. But you bit at your bottom lip instead. "Yes. You do. And I'm convinced you're all talk, Connor. You challenged me to try and beat your face in... and now it's my turn. I fucking challenge you to bend me over your desk at the precinct. Tonight. When everyone else is gone. Or let them watch, I don't care." Leaning in, you nibbled his ear, tugging at it a bit. "Or are you too scared of the consequences...?"

You couldn't see his crooked smile spread, but it was hard to ignore when his large hands went to your hips, squeezing them gently. "I told you I would, Detective. But since you are deciding to challenge me to do it, not only will you not walk for weeks, I won't stop at my desk alone. I will take you from desk to desk and fuck you raw until you cannot take me any longer."

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Considering what the "plans" were, you ended up changing into a skirt despite the winter weather, opting for heels and banking on your Roomba helping you balance.

It was well past nine that night when the two of you entered the precinct. Normally it would not have been empty, but those out on patrol overnight never actually came to the precinct for anything until their shift was over the next morning. Everyone else had gone home; there was another emergency service connected to the 911 number, and any additional officers needed could be contacted at home.

There was a hand at your lower back as you were guided through the lobby and past the security gate. The lights that came on were the bare minimum; enough to see and little else. The cameras were off, and anyone in the holding cells had been transported to the actual prison.

Connor was barely restraining himself; you'd challenged him to follow through, and he would make you regret having done it in the first place. Wearing a skirt might have been practical at that moment, but the android still thought there was far too much leg.

By the time you'd reached his desk, he was already pulling off his belt. "What do you think, Detective? What direction shall we go?" Turning to see the leather belt in his hands already made you squirm subconsciously. "Don't be shy this time, no one else is here."

"That's not what I--FUCK." Your Roomba had trapped you against his desk, belt on top of it before your hips were pulled and made to grind him. The entirety of your body ignited, and it was difficult to tell who was more excited when you sat down beside his computer, offering easier access.

The RK800 could only smirk. "Look at how eager you are, I'm flattered," his lower tone cooed. A hand lay against your inner thigh, sliding up, while the other hand took your chin to meet your lips with his own. His fingertips brushed flesh, already soaked, and Connor shook his head. "I see you truly came prepared for this... you've nothing beneath the skirt."

The brush of his fingers was enough to let a soft whimper escape your mouth, a compliment to the blush going down your neck. "... Jesus fuck, I can't help it!"

"I know I've already gone far without it, but... I have your consent to use you as I see fit, yes?"

Well, when you put it like that...

You nodded and swallowed. "Y-yes."

"Yes, what?" Fucking tease.

"Yes, Connor... use me as you s-see fit." The moment you'd answered the android slipped just one finger inside, pumping a few times before a second joined in. "--Oh, God... shit shit shit, I --fuck..."

"Quite easily aroused, aren't you?" His dark eyes narrowed, leaning close to press kisses to your cheek and along your jawline, making his way towards your ear. "Or, perhaps, it's me? Hmm? Do you enjoy how I touch you?" Pumping his digits harder, your outcries and cursing only made the RK800 grin. "That must be it. Your body is only responding to what you are attracted to. Your heart is pounding rapidly, I can almost feel heat radiating off of you... and, how intriguing... my hand is drenched. You are completely soaked, and we don't need to see that to know. You can hear it. You can hear how my hand violates you, making a sticky mess all over my desk." Taking your earlobe between his teeth, the RK800 tugged for a few moments. "I do hate to cut this short, however..." he added, abruptly pulling his hand away.

"--OH COME ON WHAT THE FUCK?!" you protested loudly, the building climax now stopped short and leaving you a--

Oh. Connor was watching you forced into settling down, slowly licking his hand clean. "I'll have time for a snack later. Right now you have pressing matters to attend to." Eyes locked onto yours, his hands lowered to undo his jeans. "Surely you know what it is I want. Be a good girl and show me."

With a rebellious gleam in your eye, you stood back up, turned around, and promptly bent over. Legs parted, and wearing your heels, the RK800 had a serious moment of nearly rebooting altogether. His approach was silent, presence only made known when his hands grasped your hips again. When you suddenly glanced over your shoulder, he was sorry to admit it gave him a bit of a start. "Go on, then, fuckboy. Prove you're not full of hot air and bullshit. I don't wanna walk for a month. Destroy me."

[Words won't do much for the moment... but you will remember who's in charge.]

So your Roomba kept his mouth shut, fidgeting a bit until you felt something familiar gently prodding your entrance. But he merely watched you react- or not react, rather. Your body was screaming internally, demanding to be filled, but you had your mind set on being stubborn like you were wont to do. So a smirk played on your features. "Something wrong...? The RK800 decided he's not--FUCK!!!"

Your taunt had died in a yelp: Connor had lifted a hand and smacked the hell out of your ass, destroying your thought process as the sharp sound echoed the building. When he caught your gaze again, you were burning up, pretending not to be edging back towards him, wanting what he was prodding you with. "Have we remembered who's in charge now?" he asked calmly. There was a grumbling sort of noise from your throat, which the android took as defiance- earning you a second smack.

At least he evened it out.

Turning your head away again, you swallowed every urge to push back towards him any more, refusing to yield and withholding all the sounds he wanted to hear. If he could be a cocky bastard, you would play along.

There was no real way to brace for something you couldn't see. One moment you were left in anticipation, unsure of the RK800's next idea... and the next he'd pushed you forward until you were stopped by his desk, using your immobility to plug himself in, so to speak.

Throat betraying you, the android was gifted all the mewls you'd been holding back. Hands clinging to your squirming hips, Connor fell silent, letting you adjust as his eyes closed. The heat swallowing him was overwhelming, and listening to the music you sang into the empty building wasn't helping him remain focused. When your vocalization had begun to fall quiet, the hold on your body was readjusted, so the android could pull back and jerk you into his thrusting. Each collision was enough to rattle you, and your hands clutched the other end of his desk, hoping your weakening legs would bear your weight for long enough.

"Detective, I'm beginning to think you wanted this more than I did..." the RK800 purred. When your only verbal reply was a broken sob, his warm eyes narrowed. "Lift your hips," he demanded quietly, pushing your upper back down against the desk at the same time. The heels were necessary: the prototype was an inch shy of six and a half feet and needed your added height. Fingertips dug into your skin, groaning in the deep bass tone that made your toes curl inward. He could feel you pulsing, crying out every time your skin connected with his own. "All your pretty sounds... and you --shit... you can't say my name...?" the android asked, near whispering.

You weren't sure you could form any word, much less a specific one. The harder he thrust, the tighter the pressure in your core, until it was screaming for release. But it kept tightening, and the RK800 knew it all too well: it didn't take long to find where he needed to aim, and once you'd yelped he abused it. "F-f-fuck... Shit, Connor, I'm --fuck! FUCK!!"

"Tell me what you want," he murmured, well aware that he was on the verge of his own climax. "Use your words."

Another sob escaped before you laid the side of your head down, barely able to speak. "I'm s-so... fucking... c-close..." Head spinning, you already knew you had to praise him. "Connor, I-- oh fuck, fuck, fuck...! Sh-shit, shit, Connor...!"

The presence against your back told you the RK800 had leaned over, pressed to your back as he thrust. His intentions were unclear until one of your hips was let go, the hand snaking its way inward to find your aching bundle of nerves. It had been untouched the entire time. There was laughter in your ear just before the android stroked, violently working the swollen little bud and making your body twitch uncontrollably. What was going to be a loud outcry turned into a genuine scream, the pressure bursting in one moment with convulsions, grateful you were partially laid across something for support. The pleasure ripped through you and choked the android where it counted, squeezing around his length until at last Connor gave in. With a groan sent into your ear, his thrusts slowed as you were filled, letting you milk him until he absolutely had to stop.

Still pressed to your back, the hand still on your hip let go in favor of lifting your head gently, turning it so he could plant kisses to your cheek. "Well... that's one down. How long will you need to recharge for the next?"

Panting a little, you squirmed at the weight on top of you. "J-just... carry me to the next one..." you moaned. But when the RK800 attempted to pull away you grabbed his shirt. "N-no. Don't... don't pull out. Just... carry me." Then you realized the next desk was Hank's. "... maybe not his, though."

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By the time you both felt you had to stop, you'd gone at it over six desks... not including his own. In the elevator to your apartment, Connor couldn't help but glance at you with something like admiration in his dark eyes. "You are still on your feet, Detective. You've hardly asked me for assistance."

You smiled a little bit. "That's because I'm not really feeling it yet. Wait to see how I am tomorrow." The android chuckled under his breath. "I'm taking a shower. Holy shit I feel like the worst piñata."

"... the worst piñata?"

"Hit me and cum explodes out." He didn't respond verbally, but in the corner of your eye you watched his hand rise and cover his face, shoulders shaking with his laughter. "I'm not wrong," you added.

"I suppose not." As the two of you returned home you made a beeline for your bedroom, putting your heels away. The android's presence in the doorway made you pause to look over. "Detective, I have a... request," he spoke up, a delicate color across his cheeks. "May I join you?"

Grasping the clothes you planned to sleep in, you were quiet. "... join me? In the shower?" He nodded, and you really didn't have to give it much thought. "Sure."

His warm eyes lit up, making you grin. "I... I had to make sure my company would be welcome," Connor explained, soon following you into the bathroom. "...... there is a reason I asked," he added, almost shy.

"You do realize that technically speaking, neither of us have seen the other completely naked, right?" You undressed as you spoke, grateful he'd already seen your scars. "Anyway, what's the reason holy shit you fucking Greek god," you spat out, sidetracked by the naked RK800.

The color in his face darkened a shade. "I asked because I want to show that I am capable of more than simply..." With a note of discomfort, he finished, "... fucking you."

"... so you want to prove you can make love and not just fuck, is that it?" The android's earnest face made you start giggling, his face falling until you took his wrist. "Come on, then. Make a new name for yourself other than Fuckboy." Your Roomba was still visibly nervous somehow, even as you were pulling him under the running water. "Hey. It's fine," you assured him. Arms wrapping around his waist, your head lay against his chest. When the embrace was immediately returned, you murmured, "Show me how you can love me, Connor."

Love me before you change your mind.