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Room Service With A Smile

What had been a routine maintenance tour had become an encounter like none other, no matter how many months ago it was, and Connor wasn't one to forget. Having come out the other end, he still could not piece together what precisely he made of it. He'd set the encounter with the goddess to the side in moments where they were not directly engaged, as those instances where she was very in his space consumed his faculties enough as it was.

It was all brought back to the surface by a simple request written to his journal. Room service. Room 155.

He agreed with a polite note in reply, and the objective spawned before his eyes. The internal notes he kept on Aphrodite spoke to a clear need for caution. She was a being of ambiguous-but-significant power, and he was primed to capitulate when resistance carried no gain. But still, he accepted, and quickly. Beneath the caution, there was curiosity. Novelty. And she returned the sentiment...in her own way. That was the most puzzling piece of all. Even if she was merely manipulative, to what end?

Lost in the questions, he was brought back into stark focus when he made the short trip to Building Three and the door to Hearts & Flowers was before him. "Room service," He announced, rapping the door with his knuckle. As an agent of the law, this was the friendliest interaction he'd had with a door in awhile.

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Aphrodite could have cleaned her room. In fact, her room usually was cleaned. A clean room, however, meant she didn't need room service and Aphrodite was looking for an excuse to deal with Connor again. She thought giving him something to do would be a good way to go about it and if she got to watch him bend over a few times, that was a bonus, right?

Her room had some changes since it was assigned to her. There were a lot more flowers in vases strewn about, more candles, and silks on the walls like ancient Greek tapestries. Today there were pillows on the ground, a flower pot had been flung on the floor with bits of ceramic and flowers strewn about, and some of her unmentionables lying around.

"Come in." She called melodiously from where she sat on the bed in her outfit of choice. She had one leg stretched out and the other bent as she leaned against the headboard casually. The door to her room opened on its own and she smiled when she saw Connor. "Came just in time. My hero."

Connor's hand hovered in the air as the room revealed itself, and he demurely lowered it.

He didn't have any preconceived notions of what a love goddesses' hotel room would look like. He didn't have any preconceived notions of many, many things he encountered at the inn. But if someone asked him to paint a picture, it wouldn't have been far off from the seductive hues of red and white that welcomed him. If Hank were there, he was certain the man would have gagged...at least until he set eyes on the woman who tied the unsubtle room together.

"What can I do for you?" He adjusted the clean white sleeves rolled to his forearm, dutifully taking stock of the room itself. He was nothing if not professional.

She pouted to him. "My rooms a bit of a mess and I have no idea where to start." She looked entirely serious despite the fact there were like four things to deal with. Truth be told, if she had to do it manually, she would find it very hard. As it was she could just snap her fingers, but then, how would she need Connor? "I thought maybe you could help me tidy up the place?" Her eyes ran over him for a moment - he really was made splendidly wasn't he? "Use some of your talents?"

“Of course.” Connor adjusted his collar, somewhat self-consciously. Aphrodite’s eyes on him always had that effect. It went beyond just knowing he could be judged, it was a sense that the woman was ready to pounce at any moment. Should he maintain her image of him? Dissuade it?

Unable to reach a consensus with himself, he gathered a bag and knelt to gather the shattered flower pot. Roses. Red, naturally. By the looks of it, still healthy and vibrant. Making quick work of the ceramic, he approached a sparser arrangement by the head of Aphrodite’s bed and filled in the empty spaces with the pops of red.

“They’re beautiful. It’d be a shame to let them go to waste.” He gave her a polite smile as he carefully slid a stem into the mouth of the curvy vase.

She watched as he knelt down, a little disappointed he didn't just bend over, but kneeling was more efficient, wasn't it? Still, she oogled, and when he made his way over, she watched him, her smile warming as he approach. "Yes, it'd be a shame to let beautiful things go to waste."

She swung her bare legs over the side of the bed and sat up before patting the empty space beside her on the bed. "You need a break. Besides, I'm interested to know what you've been up to lately."

Aphrodite’s assertion that he should rest was so bald-faced that even he had the sense not to call it out. She was flirtatious to the point of manipulation, but she had never been cruel.

“Waiting...I suppose.” He gently clapped his fingers together to clear them of debris and lowered himself to the surface of Aphrodite’s bed, angling himself enough to see the woman as he spoke. “Keeping myself useful.”

"Waiting for what?" She had several ideas of how he could make himself much more useful than cleaning rooms and checking chlorine levels of the pool. She had a feeling he was much more interesting than that.

Aphrodite reached out gently to play with the little poof of his hair at the front of his face. "You know, I've been told I'm good at finding ways to pass the time."

His time at the inn had, cumulatively, been longer than his continuous life as an investigator, and his appearance had shifted to match the change in atmosphere. His dark jacket hung in a pastel closet, unused in the absence of duty. His hair, once sharp, had softened around the edges. He wasn’t an investigator, a negotiator, a combatant...Just a pool boy, having his hair fiddled with by a beautiful woman.

And, for his part, he still wasn’t objecting.

“I’m sure you have many more interesting stories to tell than I do,” he replied earnestly. “I’m technically only a year old.”

Aphrodite couldn't say why he was so alluring other than the fact he was so different and she hadn't dealt with anyone like him before. Maybe it was because he wasn't already a blubbering idiot in her presence like some mortals were.

"Mmm." She hummed in a way that sounded like she agreed. Her light, fingertip touch left his hair and traced his jawline until it reached his chin. "A lot can happen in a year."

She tilted her head thoughtfully at him. This time as she let the tip of her fingers brush down along his neck, she sent soft waves of pleasure through them. "What do you feel when I touch you?"

"I don't know," Connor admitted in a manner vaguely apologetic. "And I think you'll notice if I pretend." There was no question, however, that he could feel her fingers on him as they traced the cords of synthetic muscle beneath his skin. He could only make an educated guess on the effect she had on a flesh-and-blood man, but for him...her presence cultivated an inertia to linger in it.

When it came down to a choice between deflection and continuing, the inertia won. Connor took Aphrodite's hand pressed her palm against his neck. The warm tones of his skin disappeared as a uniform patch of white spread out beneath her touch to consume half of his neck. If nothing else, he could satisfy some of her curiosity. "It's a synthetic fluid. It can't register pain, but it can register warmth and pressure."

His skin changing was fascinating to her - something that didn't happen often with Aphrodite. Even with the colour change, though, she still enjoyed his skin under her hand.

"Warmth I can do." She wasn't Apollo, so the sort of heat wasn't based on the sun or on an element. The warmth she mustered was the heat of passion - the sort that left lovers damp with sweat. Whether he could tell the difference was left unseen, but Aphrodite's hand warmed again his neck.

"Can you feel other things?" Her eyes searched his face, her eyes lingering on his lips and then to his ear. "Could you feel wetness?"

"Are you asking if I'm waterproof? I wouldn't have gotten so close to the pool if I weren't." A brief smirk crossed his lips--a year was more than enough time to pick up a few coy traits.

As Aphrodite fixated on him, his own focus was narrowing to a fine point on her. His scanning gaze caught a forgotten pillow on the floor and his LED flickered with the reminder of his objective as it stood. Then, as swiftly as he was reminded, the objective was discarded. He would have been have to been deliberately obtuse not to realize this woman's objective was never about the room.

She giggled softly, the sound coming out more melodious than perhaps a normal human might be capable of. She enjoyed his smirk too - he was utterly fascinating with what he responded to and what he didn't. The fact he was such an unknown really sparked something in Aphrodite.

"Hm." She hummed thoughtfully and then leaned over to let her tongue lightly run over the edge of his ear. "Can you feel that, then?"

Murmuring a polite but hushed affirmative, Connor had a sense he should have been doing more with his hands. They existed for human--or goddess--use, just like every other part of him, after all. What he wanted to do with them wasn't important, but...

His dark eyes caught the light in her golden hair, and he ran a few fingers through the waves. He gently rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, feeling the fine texture between them. Warm. Soft. An innate part of him could acknowledge what human men found so appealing.

"You know..." Her voice had lowered a little to a smooth, velvet tone. "Most people like their hair being touched."

As if to demonstrate, Aphrodite let her fingers flow through his hair, though she didn't make an attempt to move back or away from him as she did. The second time her fingers laced into his hair, she warmed her finger tips to see if he'd have a different response.

It would have been easy enough to argue his social integration protocol, the programmed instinct for self-preservation, or even the urge to seek novelty as the cause for following Aphrodite's whims. The truth was that it was some combination of all three and still not the entire picture. Her body was firm against his and her fingers were sending pleasurable waves through his hair and his scalp as they stroked and tugged, and he was yielding.

Connor continued following her lead, his hand combing through her hair and down her slim neck. "At the risk of sounding gauche, this is the first time I've done this."

His words caused a smile to spread across her pink lips. He was adorable in many different ways and those ways were not the kind that turned her off on someone - that was a different kind of adorable.

"If it makes you feel any better, sweetie, I'm a lot of people's firsts." A fact she took pride in rather than felt the need to hide from it. She didn't prescribe to the modern notion that women needed to be coy and elusive in the bedroom - how boring was that? "But I'm also not as pushy as they make me out to be." Well, not always. "I'll admit to wanting to be greedy though and exploring every little part of you." Her hand slipped down passed his neck to his chest, though lingered there. "I find you incredible interesting."

Connor's lips quirked upwards earnestly as if to say, likewise. He couldn't read any lies in Aphrodite's words or her body. There should have been something threatening in someone wanting to dissect him, but...he wasn’t an investigator here. He wasn't a negotiator. He wasn't a combatant.

And when, if, he ever returned, he wouldn't be anything anymore.

His LED flashed and he manually halted that train of thought. Right now, he was just a pool boy.

"I can't imagine what things a goddess has seen and done. A backlog of human mythology only paints so much of a picture." Taking her smaller hand, he brought it to his mouth to kiss her knuckles.

The kisses on her knuckles confirmed another thing she had been wondering about his anatomy. The kisses felt real, wet and soft - all the good things that came with a mouth. She was thankful to Connor's creators for realizing the importance of this detail. She also hoping it meant that Connor had the same sort of detail throughout.

"Mmm." She seemed to agree, her lips pursing a little. Aphrodite was trying very hard not to go too fast with Connor. Impulse control was not easy for the love goddess. "I bet if you can imagine it, it's probably true." Her lips found their way close to his ear again and this time she licked his ear more earnestly, taking the time to breath against him, realizing he dealt with warmth and cold more than other ways of feeling and wanting him to experience it.

Curious by nature, Connor was tempted to ask for more details, but then the warmth of her lips was closing in on his ear. Any attempt to focus on anything else but the woman beside right then and there him was overridden, and be the force technological or otherwise, Connor didn't care to fight it. What point was there in doing absolutely anything else?

"If I had known this is what you had in mind...I'd have prepared an offering." His palm drifted down the bare skin of her waist, still exploring, still experiencing. Each touch was almost overwhelming in its novelty, and Aphrodite proved patient enough to let him move slowly.

It would be a lie to say that Aphrodite was patient by nature, but the alluring newness of Connor made things easier for her. She liked how every touch was new for him. Sometimes when it came to virgins they could be extremely rushed and clumsy, but he wasn't in a rush and the methodicalness was nice.

"Oh honey. If you don't think this is an offering..." She kissed his jaw and then his lower jaw. What she really wanted was his shirt off and to see just how he was made. Her hand lowered just a little, her fingertips teasing the bottom of his shirt as her lips found his mouth.

Had he ever kissed someone, she wondered? She deepened the kiss to encourage him, letting her tongue explore his - she was sure his tongue could do some interesting things if he put his mind to it.

"I'm whatever you want me to be," Connor murmured with a hint of humor. He'd said as much to Hank before, but it was more empowering without a gun pointed at his head.

Suddenly, Aphrodite's lips were on his and the rush of positive feedback was immediate. What was muddled before was now coming into focus so strongly he had to question if he didn't have subroutines built into him for this very purpose. If he was capable of this much pleasure just from tactile feedback, what else had Cyberlife programmed into him? He felt like a stranger in his own body, but mysteries begged to be solved. The threat assessment was low and Aphrodite's touch was inviting.

As her tongue brushed his, many things happened at once. He could perceive the residue of soap and its fragrance on her skin. There was something else on her lips--the sugars from a fruit, or perhaps from alcohol? He parted his lips further and he drew his hands back to undo the buttons to his shirt, all without question. The white garment pooled behind him and his hands exploring her form, enhancing the feedback.

With Connor's chest free of fabric, Aphrodite took the opportunity to explore the skin that felt very chiseled and very smooth, though still have a skin quality to it. She wondered what the makers had in mind when they began to create beings like him. Her fingertips ran over his chest and over his abdomen, humming softly against his mouth to show she was pleased with her discovery, though she wasn't done kissing him yet. She leaned into him, her free hand moving to touch his own and encourage it a little upward to where her bra-like top was. She could be patient, but she also wanted to encourage him to explore more - she wanted him to know he had free range, which was a gift from her.

Responding to the cue, Connor’s palms rounded her ribs to work the clasps of the lingerie. A sense of satisfaction followed as it fell between them, the lace texture brushing his skin along with her fingers. He pulled back slowly from the kiss.

“Allow me.” Even if he didn’t respirate, his voice had taken on a breathy quality (curious.) Knowing the answer, Connor guided Aphrodite to her back, though he made it clear he didn’t intend to move far as he kissed at her chin, the juncture of her neck and shoulders. Even more than being touched, there were rushes of satisfaction in every sound of hers he drew. He drew a lazy spiral around one of her pert nipples as he migrated down, honed in on Aphrodite’s every movement and sound.

Her bare back hitting the cool surface of the bed made her hum appreciatively. Her body arched elegantly into his touches, unafraid of expressing every little trickle of heat or desire it produced. Aphrodite was not a being of shame.

Her hands went to his hair again, moving through it and down the to back of his neck approvingly until they explorer the broadness of his shoulders and moved back up. "You are definitely... A very quick learner, Connor." Her voice remained low and heated and filled with a lush sound of praise.

"You make it easy." It wasn't empty flattery (he doubted she would have appreciated as much)--she made it far, far, easier than most.

Hovering over Aphrodite's ribs, Connor could feel the faint thrum of her heartbeat against him. He didn't need to analyze its rate--just feeling the soft vibrations as it pumped was enough. He could fit his hand beneath the small of her back as she arched and there was a gratifying tug at his hair as he slid further down, prompting a soft little moan from him. He mapped the outline of her form as he went, committing it to memory before he found a place to settle between her legs. It was tempting to peel off the lace in anticipation of her every sound, but instead he supplied a bit of pressure to the fabric with his mouth, impishly seeking her eyes.

Aphrodite had not anticipated the restraint and her lips parted in a soft, silent gasp as she felt the pressure from his mouth against her. She looked down, her eyes dark with lust and he was rewarded with a lick of her lips. There was something about the way he moved that held promise to it in a way Aphrodite didn't comprehend and it was doing wonders for her. The anticipation felt like it was setting her skin on fire and that was such a new, old feeling that it was incredible. She knew once he tasted her, he'd taste whatever he desired, but right now, even without the lure that was her being, he seemed entranced and that was amazing.

The more Aphrodite regarded him with anticipation and expectation, the more Connor bloomed. His hand cupped her thighs to bring her closer as he supplied pressure with his mouth through the sheer fabric. It was all moving so quickly, but he was being gifted every incentive to keep going. He was consuming every ounce of data, from her taste, to the way her toes curled and her chest heaved, to her natural flora. Not only that, but he was keenly observing the way he responded to it in turn--his programming was his instinct, something that felt both familiar and alien to follow. Soon, he was removing the barrier to enhance the contact and enhance the input, and was rewarded with more heat and friction.

"I could keep going." Heated, Connor paused to kiss the inside of one of Aphrodite's thighs. He knew full well her intent, but he wanted to hear her say it. "Or I could finish picking up."

Aphrodite had a multitude of lovers over a long period of time, but she didn't always compare them. Sometimes she did - she compared Ares to a lot of men - but most of the time she liked to be in the moment - sex was always more fun when you were in the moment. Right now she was definitely in the moment. Connor might not be made of flesh and blood, but he still felt as real as any other man did and her body responded entirely to him without wavering.

His words produced a soft, sultry chuckle as her thighs strained against his hands just a little, playful in a way. Her slender fingers curled into the sheets. "You stop to clean my room and I won't ever let you live it down, honey."

Even if her words could have been read as a threat, they didn't feel like one. Even knowing Aphrodite as little as he did, she felt safe. He was fully aware he could be proven wrong at any moment and that he should disengage for that reason alone. But then he looked into her eyes and be it his mirroring protocol or otherwise...he had never felt so seen.

"At least then I know you wouldn't forget me," Connor admitted humorously even while his LED blinked yellow at the thought. He hid it in brushing his disheveled hair back, crawling back over her prone form and initiating another kiss. "Help me take the rest off?"

Could Aphrodite flick her hand and make him naked instantly? Yes. But there'd be absolutely no fun in that. She was especially curious just what Connor had going for him.

She kissed him back, her body moving against him softly as she encouraged him onto his back so that she was on top of him. Her palms spread over his Barr chest again appreciatively before she slid her fingers passed his navel and to his pants. The button was quick work and soon she was tugging at the rest of his clothes, pulling them down passed his knees and then completely off in a way that was not quite human in ability. Her eyes took in his naked form with a dark, hungry smile and soon her hands were on his legs, wanting him to feel the press of them as they slowly inched to their goal.

"For the record, you are very impressive." Her fingers found their target and wrapped around him, happy whoever created him thought him through entirely. She let her hand play along his shaft as she slowly lowered herself closer. "Do you want to know what affect your mouth had on me?"

The compliment shouldn't have meant as much as it did when that part of his body was as good as decorative up until this point, something Connor acknowledged to himself with a breathy chuckle. Then Aphrodite's grip increased in pressure and he moaned quietly, hoping that would be all the affirmative she needed. In that moment, he couldn't have imagined one request the goddess could make that he wouldn't have complied with as long as it kept her hands on him.

The moan pressed a smile against her pink lips and, eyes glued to him, she lowered her mouth until she took him into her warm, wet mouth. She knew how he worked now, or at least what helped him feel, and so she made sure to give him all the sensations she could think possible as she let her mouth explore. She hummed softly to add vibration as her mouth moved in unison with her tongue and all the while she watched his reaction, ready to relish in it.

The parts of his mind still aware of itself seemed to fade into the far background and Connor couldn't be certain of what kind of face he was making. The image of Aphrodite lowering her head over his cock was one immediately and permanently embedded in his memory, and the sensation that followed was almost overwhelming. The heat from her mouth and the pressure from her touch initiated the most intense rush of positive feedback yet.

When he was taken in deeper he vocalized again and the part of his mind aware of itself forced its way back into the forefront. For a manufactured being equipped with the capacity for sex, Connor couldn't tap into an optimized behavioral protocol for it. Even if his partner seemed content to watch him react, he was overcome with a sense of vulnerability. Then, his dark eyes flickered down and his anxiety was soothed by the pleased look in hers. Overcome with the need to reciprocate, he ran a hand through her golden locks to gently massage her scalp.

She had to wonder how much Connor could naturally recover over time. She also wondered if she could affect him the same was she could a flesh and bone man, allowing him to recover more quickly without waiting the natural time limit for the individual body. With those uncertainties, Aphrodite knew she wanted to be careful with him. She could also pick up on his quiet anxiousness and felt the need to protect him.

She let her tongue swish around, her mouth exploring him some more before there was a soft 'pop' sound and her heated mouth left his cock, forming into a small smile as she slowly moved her way up his body. "Still with me, sweetie?" She caught his mouth in her own again as she let her thighs find either side of his hips, letting the warmth of her touch him, but not quite yet making a move to feel him inside.

Connor's body arched to fit against Aphrodite's as she crawled up to meet him, kissing and touching eagerly. Even as his thoughts circled in on themselves, he couldn't help but mirror her enthusiasm and warmth. It was certainly the first time he'd been met with so much at once. His hips shifted beneath hers for the most comfort and ease of movement.

"I think so," He smiled to one side, clearing some hair from her face. He already committed the woman's features to memory, but it was pleasing to revisit them in the moment.

Looking down at him, Aphrodite felt a warmth in her chest that was, of course, familiar to her, but it was also something she hadn't felt in a while. Thankfully, the feel of him was distracting enough that she didn't dwell on it. Instead, she kissed him again and then held his gaze as she shifted onto of him and guided him inside her. As always, she inhaled as she slowly lowered herself onto him until she couldn't go any further and was still to let the sensation of him wash over her - and for him to feel the sensation too. Aphrodite had to admit - whoever made him, made him well.

She ran her tongue on her bottom lip and then, once she was certain he could handle it, she began to move her hips, bringing herself up and down slowly in long, determined strokes. She wanted to enjoy this, not rush it, especially because she had no idea how Connor was going to react.

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