The pair of you continued to wander Detroit, though unwilling to stray too far from the park- and therefore his car. "Curious how some businesses remain open this late at night," you spoke up, breaking the silence with a soft remark.

"Yeah, well, I think a big part of that is you. Well... androids in general, I mean." Your date flashed his vague grin in your direction. "Working overnight shifts doesn't put as much strain on your bodies as it does for us. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you have a say in where and when you work, but... business is good all over the city at the end of the day."

The expression on your face was something close to a gift: the human adored the light in your eyes when you smiled. Reed stopped walking in the middle of the sidewalk, turning you to face him. "Gavin...?"

Nothing was said. Large hands cupped your neck, tipping your head up with his thumbs beneath your chin. The kiss stolen was restrained, the lips working against yours shaking gently. His exhale was even more unsteady, yet he buried all of his apprehension to slide his tongue across your bottom lip.

The moment your date was granted access, he let out a desperate groan, tilting your head back further before his tongue pushed slowly against your own. One hand moved back, holding your head and pulling it closer. Denying him was out of the question: Gavin knew more about the physical side of things, and the sense of touch you'd only recently developed demanded sensations that were less painful and more pleasurable.

The heat from earlier that had sunk and gathered elsewhere sparked back to life in a jarring shock. It forced a soft whimpering sound from your throat; which, in turn, sparked something else in him. You were cautiously backed against a nearby brick wall, kiss never breaking. The fire that Gavin Reed had stoked back into a roaring blaze craved contact, and your hands found his chest first, sliding up quickly to cup his face.

Hand taking your chin again, Reed gently pried your mouth open further as he broke the kiss himself. A thin saliva trail strung his tongue to yours, breaking as he licked his upper lip, smirking. "Please don't tempt me, dolcezza," he warned, more growl than voice. "It's taking everything I have to go easy on you." Yet he still had your chin, keeping your mouth open. "But you learn fast."

There's... something in her eyes...

"Wh... why did you stop...?" Your simple question struck a chord, the right chord, as your partner closed the gap again.

His efforts to be gentle were falling apart, obvious when it was your hands tugging his head closer. Letting him in immediately, your mouth was pried open further still, the tongue working against yours circling desperately. Your human was stoking the flames again, rewarding his actions with whimpering notes to encourage him.

[Please don't stop]

Curious, you fought back, poking a delicate tongue into his mouth; with a growl Gavin pulled away, face a deep red. "We... really shouldn't... n-not here. J-Jesus Christ..."

Eyes lowering, everything internal began to settle again, much to your surprising dismay. "Have I crossed a line...?"

"--What?! No, no, oh my fucking God, no! You didn't cross a line, not in the bad sense." With a sigh, he rubbed his face with a hand, trying to avoid frowning directly. "...... Cara mia, that... how do I say this without sounding like an idiot?" Hazel eyes met your gaze, freezing you in your spot. "Look, I've been with... a good handful of other people. But none of them... none of them ever made me that desperate. I mean... shit, I was teaching you to kiss, that's all it was. But holy shitballs, that seriously turned me on." Glancing around the mostly-empty street, his mouth worked before you were guided away from the wall. "Probably shouldn't do this here... not too sure Fowler will appreciate me getting arrested for public indecency."

"Then I won't call 911 on you," came your response. "I'll simply arrest you myself."

Those damned eyes glinted in your direction, the smirk spreading by a hair. "And what will you do with me in handcuffs, cara mia?"

"Leave you on Hank's doorstep."

"....... rude."

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The arm that had been around your waist now went around your shoulders as the two of you made your way back to the car. The thumping in your chest was the only noticeable sign that your body was at odds against itself. You didn't know how to handle being aroused, but you did at least know that that was what was happening.

Down a nearby alleyway there was a shout, followed by sounds of a scuffle before someone darted out, hurrying down the sidewalk in the same direction you were headed. All it took was a simple shout of "Fucker got my wallet!!" before you took off, leaving Gavin behind to try and call you back.

Chasing on foot was always a gamble; it would be easy to lose the suspect, possible injuries, even worse if others got involved somehow. Yet even while you were wearing a 1950s-style outfit you kept up with the culprit, closing in on them fast. There was an attempt to make a hard left down another alley but they misjudged their own speed, skidding and scrambling to regain their footing.

Those precious seconds cost them everything: being more machine than mortal, your attempt to make a hard turn came easy, and with a bent arm you clotheslined the asshole, stopping them dead and sending them on their back on the asphalt. While they gasped for the air you'd snatched from their lungs, you held up your badge. "Hello. You're under arrest," you spoke kindly, indicator a solid yellow as you got hold of the DPD, and then Gavin.

The latter arrived much sooner, of course, finding the thief on their feet and facing the wall, both hands flat on the bricks with their head down. Judging by their stance, you'd located the wallet, which was handed to your partner to return.

His hazel eyes were wide, never looking away from you for a moment. As soon as another officer came by to take the thief into custody, Reed made sure you could leave before he took your elbow and hurried you away. The detective's expression was hard to decipher, save for the overwhelming amount of desperation. "Gavin?"

"Not now," he hissed, teeth clenched as he kept moving forward. Only when the park had come into view did he speak any further. "... you chased him down in fucking heels. In a date outfit. Like it was fucking nothing. You just took off like a goddamn rocket and had him down before you were out of my sight."

Blinking, your system was sending conflicting solutions. "It was nothing. Gavin, I am a detective prototype, why would this attire stop me from doing my job?"

You'd gotten to his car, where you were spun around and backed up against the side. Your date's hands lay against the vehicle, caging you in while his body pressed against yours. While you were swiftly overwhelmed with the fire returning somewhere low, Reed didn't seem to pay it much mind. "Why do you have to be so goddamn incredible?" he questioned, the low rumble of his voice thick with an emotion you hadn't experienced enough of yet. Leaning over, your earlobe was gently nibbled on, tugged at a few times before his teeth nipped the skin right beneath your ear. "Stop me, dolcezza..." Gavin warned; his growl went right through your spine, arching it against him without your command.

[He is demanding I stop him. I...]

One hand found the back of his head, keeping it against your bare skin. The other gripped his shoulder, sliding and dragging your nails along his back. "N-no..." you replied, weak and unwilling to move. "... d-don't stop..."

Mechanical or not, your partner could feel your pulse as the teasing bites and kisses traced your collarbone, finding purchase at the base of your throat. Arms dropping, hands found your hips again, squeezing before they were yanked forward against him. Your outcry was his prize, pressing you back against the car again. This was new for you, and your physical response was shaky and desperate. "Stop me. Don't let me ruin you, cara mia..."

Every minute press of his body sent pulsing waves through your hardware, each wire sparking in a way you hadn't thought could be enjoyed. The still-foreign sense of touch seemed to be overloading: your human's tongue explored your skin at his leisure, and every inch he tasted begged for the stimulation.

"G-Gavin......... ruin me."