"Well, it landed on heads," you spoke up once the coin finally clattered to the floor.

Expecting some pushback, Connor merely smiled and nodded, hands still behind his back. "Is there anything I can do while you shower?"

Picking the disc back up, you eyed the object and barely managed not to react. "Um... well, not that I can think of, but thank you, honey." Glancing at Connell, you jerked your head towards the hallway. "I'll meet you in there, okay? I just need to grab some shit to wear."

"Very well, sunflower," the RK900 answered, squeezing his predecessor's shoulder before leaving down the hallway.

Once the bathroom door was shut with the android within, you turned back to Connor, holding his coin up. "This is yours, right?" He nodded, of course. "Is this your only one?"

"No, Sergeant, I have two of them." As proof, he pulled out a second silvery coin from the depths of his pocket.

"You realize the one you gave me has no tails side?"

His adorable crooked grin appeared. "I am very well aware of which one I gave. You were speaking to my successor, so the probability of making him heads was quite high. Had you not, I would have stopped you and swapped coins to lessen my odds of getting caught."

For one very small, very confusing moment, your heart clenched. "... honey, why...? Are you nervous?"

The RK800's approach was leisurely, his gentle expression letting calm wash over again. "Because he is entirely correct. I am slightly nervous, yes, but I have received the bulk of your affection. I must learn not to allow jealousy to get the best of me, and so long as you are being taken care of... then I am satisfied, as well." Leaning forward, your partner pressed a kiss to your cheek, lingering for only another second before murmuring: "Now please enjoy your shower, Mistress."

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"... Sunflower, your face is as red as a strawberry. What's happened?" Connell was standing in front of the mirror, slowly scanning each area of your bathroom. When you rushed in, clothes in your fist and a brilliantly colored face, his indicator flashed yellow in concern.

Tossing the clothes onto a small decorative table, you locked the door out of habit before sitting on the closed toilet seat, hiding your face in your hands. Your only response was a muffled and strained groan.

"...... sunflower..." the android cooed, kneeling in front of you, pulling your hands away with a delicate touch. Cupping your neck, you were guided to raise your head, bringing you face to face with his worry. "Please talk to me. Did my predecessor upset you?"

Being so close to those blue skies was not helping your warming cheeks. Cloud was sincerely concerned, the inner corners of his eyebrows raising as he patiently awaited your explanation.

..... how are they so damn attractive?

Swallowing hard, it still took several tries to form words properly. "..... Connor called me Mistress."

As stoic and stern an android as Connell was, five full seconds passed before his face broke with a snort, letting his head drop as he chuckled, rubbing the place between his eyes. "Not expecting that from your partner, I presume?"

"Do I look like I was expecting it?!"

Shaking his head, Cloud couldn't stop laughing for a long while; your embarrassment and shock melted and gave way to a gentler surprise by the time he spoke again. "Well, he did his homework. Would you prefer your sweet Connoranian to call you something different?"

His query went unanswered: "Connoranian?!"

"Well, yes. What other breed would he be?"

It was your turn to laugh, hands clapped over your face, fairly sure you'd give yourself second-degree burns from your cheeks alone.

When you'd finally settled enough, hands lowering once more, the RK900 had removed his shirt already and was in the process of sliding the belt from his waist. "... now, sunflower, it's rude to stare," the prototype chastised.

Yet that fucking defined v-line was like a magnet for your vision. Like most models, Cloud was not super bulky; lean but in a toned manner. His height certainly added to the definition. Trying valiantly to be polite, your gaze trailed up towards his head. "Your shoulders are so broad," you murmured, mind nowhere in the present.

The faint outline of his regulator was a minor exception to his definition. The line was thin but hard to miss once it was seen the first time.

"You know, if you so insist on staring at me, the very least you could do is offer your mouth," the android warned, suddenly much closer than you remembered him being. A hand gently tapped the underside of your chin to get your head to tilt back. One lone eyebrow raised, clearly expecting you to react.

Which you did, by opening your mouth, tongue lolling out, another heavy blush burning bright.

"Well, look at this, now..." Connell purred over the sound of a zipper being undone slowly. "Seems that perhaps you're more eager than I've given you credit for." A hand reached and took your chin, thumb rubbing against your tongue in slow motions.

Honestly, you didn't know why you did it. Your head pushed forward, sliding the digit further into your mouth, which closed around it for proper suction.

[!!!]

Leaning down, not removing his thumb from your mouth, the prototype stared into your fucking soul. "Tell me now, yes or no. Do you want praise?" The nod was quick but gentle, feeling him rub your tongue and powerless to stop the perverse thoughts. "Good. What about degradation?" When you hesitated, blue eyes narrowed by a hair. "Is that a 100% no?" You shook your head. "Gentle degradation, then? Nothing brutal or truly upsetting?" A second passed but you nodded. The android's crooked smile was subtle as he came closer still. "Good. My perfect sunflower will enjoy the things I have planned for her, indeed."

As Cloud slowly removed his thumb, you opted for a step further: a quiet whimper escaped once your mouth was empty once more.

"Ah, ah. Don't be so hasty, now. Patience is a virtue, and I shall reward you for it, sunflower." Taking a step back from you, the prototype made a short motion with a hand, demanding you to get onto your feet- which you heeded right away. "First things first."

"--shit!!" Given no warning Connell had pinned you to the opposite wall by your shoulders.

"I will not be harsh on you this time. No contract, no punishments." Large hands lowered, grazing along your hips before they were taken and sharply jerked against his own. Whatever heat in your face plummeted and coiled tight in your core, and you had to force yourself not to grind. Gripping his bare shoulders, you barely registered his hand lifting your head again until his tongue slid across your lower lip. "... I haven't even been graced with a kiss yet."

Patience. Take it easy. He wants patience.

With a few slow, steady breaths, it was clear the haze of lust was starting to dissipate so you could make more rational decisions. Brushing the errant lock of hair from his forehead, you cupped Cloud's face but went no further. "You're right. And I'm sorry. You want to take this easy, don't you...?"

The blue skies lit up, eyes widening. "I do indeed, flower. I want to savor you." With an abrupt shove his hips had pinned yours, earning himself a hitched mewling noise from your throat. "... of course, if you make such sweet, kitten-like sounds, I may find it harder to control myself."

OH MY GOD HE'S STALLING.

"Shut the fuck up and kiss me, holy shit!!" Your patience had always been thin, and having a gorgeous male taunting you like it was nothing only made it thinner.

A hand clutched your throat, long and slender fingers digging their nails into the skin just enough to be felt. Panting out of a mix of both panic and arousal, it took everything not to claw at his hand. He would not hurt you, but... you could feel the RK900's power. Resisting would show more. Nibbling at your earlobe, Cloud growled into your soul. "I will take immense pleasure in punishing you for your impatience, you little brat."

"I thought you s-said... you wouldn't be harsh..." you gasped, squirming and wishing desperately for any kind of contact other than the fucking hand around your throat; he'd pulled his hips away the moment your patience had shattered.

Connell's smirk was borderline cruel. "You consider this harsh? This is foreplay. You're enjoying it, aren't you?" In place of his hips offering pressure, a leg bent and slid between your own, offering much deeper tension and searing heat. "Though I don't think it's the choking... No, I believe you enjoy being overpowered." All at once, the android stepped away, going to start the water. "You need a shower, sunflower. No sense in stalling it, mm?"

...... OH MY GOD THIS ASSHOLE.

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(Lemonade next chapter. Patience. ♡♡♡♡)