#murdermc

It was an early Sunday morning, light rudely filtering in through the cracks of tightly drawn curtains. A heavy arm draped over your side, and a protesting grumble at the slowly brightening room. 

To say Kerrie slept like a rock was an understatement. He’d recently stopped wearing his right prosthetic to bed, and in all honesty, you were glad. The man already was an unconscious cuddler, and getting up was a struggle. With working hands you might never be able to escape.

Even without his arms, leaving bed was almost impossible. Kerrie had still managed to flip you with his legs, positioning you comfortably on his chest. The mess of blue and black hair partially obscuring his face as a soft smile spread across it. “Mornin’ sleepyhead.”

Still fighting your own sleepiness, you gently move the hair from his face, kissing him on the underside of his jaw. Earning you a contented hum from the cyborg. 

But despite the reluctance to leave the tangle of bedsheets, someone needed to make the first move. And it certainly wasn’t going to be Kerrie.

Pushing his arm off you, you sit, straddling his hips with your thighs. Before slapping your hands hard against his chest, vaulting off the bed to get away with your crimes. The surprised yelp almost making you feel guilty.

It did work though. With soft thuds following slowly behind you, a lazy head resting on your shoulder as you set to work brewing coffee. 

“I’ve got a package arriving today.” 

Kerries perks up, the pressure on your shoulder easing slightly.

“Oh? Anything important?”

“Nothing much, just something I want to try out.”

Ruffling his hair, you hand him his coffee. Careful to make sure he has a grip on the handle before you let go. Kerrie giving you a short chuckle before beginning to drink.

…

The rest of your day is rather uneventful, the both of you content in your shared silence. With the occasional hip grab or hair ruffle inbetween watching Kerrie tinker over another machine. Replacing his hand every so often with another random tool to make the job easier. 

…That and playfully wiping grease on your arm. A habit you really wish he would drop, but the peal of laughter and subsequent hug make it almost bearable.

…

It’s almost late afternoon when the doorbell finally rings. A small brown box placed inconspicuously at the front door. Bringing it inside, you place it down on the kitchen counter. Kerrie following into the room at the sound.

Smiling, you look up at him. 

“It’s here!”

Removing the packing tape, you hold up the item. A simple black strap-on harness with matching dildo.  “So- I was wondering if you wanted to try pegging?”

Kerrie gives you a look of apprehension, moving his hand to gently rub the back of his neck. He goes silent, struggling with exactly what to say. 

“Babe, you’re allowed to say you don’t want to.”

Concern tugs at the edge of your voice, you certainly hadn’t received this kind of reaction from other suggestions you’d made in the past. And you certainly didn’t want to push Kerrie into anything he wasn’t comfortable with. 

“No! No- It’s nothing like that.”

He swallows, rolling his shoulders in an attempt to seem more relaxed. 

“Just, not very used to being on the receiving end you know?”

“Makes it a bit more vulnerable than usual- and I can’t exactly use my hands in case...  yeah.”

His brow furrows slightly, concern spreading across his face the longer he thinks about the worst case scenario.

Gently you grab his hand, your fingers splaying apart his metal ones as your other hand works on smoothing out the worry lines from his face. 

“Kerian, you’ve never accidentally hurt me before. Why would this time be any different?”

Kerrie doesn’t reply for awhile, concentrating more on the soft touches. But when he does it surprises you slightly. 

“Alright, but can we clean up first?”

Grinning, he ruffles your hair, giving you a soft chuckle as he pulls you into the bathroom. Turning on the tap to the bath.

“Y’know, you’re gonna be the death of me someday.”

Motioning to the shoulder joint of his prosthetic, he pokes his tongue out at you.

“I’m gonna need some help with this sparky.”

It’s a silly nickname, one you earned when you got a bit too curious in Kerrie’s garage one-day. Accidentally giving yourself a shock when you touched a live wire in one of his old prosthetics. Since the incident you’d become almost a master at detaching his arms though, being able to find the small lever under the plastic casing with ease. 

As the arm comes off, Kerrie breathes a sigh of relief. The weight no longer bearing down on his shoulder. Quickly removing the rest of his clothing, he sinks into the warm water of the bath. Waiting for you to follow. 

You certainly don’t need to be asked twice. You follow in after him, careful not to splash any water on the floor as you lean against the other end of the tub.

Both of you soak for a while, as you wonder if Kerrie really needed to “clean up” or he was looking for a way to relax himself. Moving around, you position yourself behind him. Deciding to help with the rest of his shoulder tension as you work your fingers into the tight muscle, careful to avoid the sensitive spots where the metal connector meets his arm. 

Your efforts are rewarded with a satisfied groan as Kerrie leans his head back against you, almost seeming to fall asleep as you continue to massage. A soft “I love you” assures you he’s not completely gone. 

As the water turns lukewarm, Kerrie grins, splashing a bit of water in your direction.

“Y’know the longer we sit in this cold tub the tighter my ass is gonna get. ”

“Unless this is a secret ploy for my kidneys, then in that case you might need some ice.”

He can barely contain his laughter as you leave the bath, throwing a towel at him. Also laughing as he hugs you from behind. The rough, leathery skin from his arm pressing against your abdomen. 

“Alright, alright. Bedroom?”

Kerrie smiles again, far more relaxed this time.

“Sounds like a plan.”

“Hey- just make sure I can walk tomorrow yeah?”