Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Twenty-Five

"What, exactly, made you decide to start talking shit, Connor?" The pair were in the precinct's medical room, the android sitting on one of the benches. He held something absorbent to his nose, though the bleed wasn't as bad as it would have been on someone human. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you're finally standing up for yourself. But you're poking a bear, kid. Poke it enough and it's gonna lash out at you."

"He was insulting her," Connor replied quietly. "Remarks against me don't faze me, but he doesn't have to bring anyone else into it."

Sitting beside his partner, Hank let out a sigh that held a hundred little sighs in it. "That's the problem. Now he knows what will set you off. And just because you snapped back at him means sweet fuck all. You provoked him, and he's gonna provoke you." He watched the android glaring at some spot in front of him, and laid a hand on his shoulder. The gesture seemed to bring Connor back to reality. "You've got a week off work. No offense, but don't try to come here until that's done. It might be good to keep your head down when you're back, too. Reed is..."

"A disease that needs to be eradicated."

Hank's expression softened a little. "Really bothered you this time, huh?"

"If he says anything about her once more--" The android paused, letting his free hand unclench from the fist, and closed his eyes. "I'm sorry. For the first time there's something I want, genuinely want, and he..."

"Okay, okay. Well... how about instead of holing up in here and bitching about some douchebag, you tell me what it is you need my help with?"

Connor looked down for a moment before glancing back up. "Everything."

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I have no idea why the hell he was so insistent on the date being tonight. Not that I mind, but shit, I feel like I haven't had enough time to unwind.

Well... then again, I do feel safer with him around.

Trying not to fidget, you sat on your sofa, quietly admiring the roses still situated on the coffee table. You still had no idea what Connor was planning, but you were supposed to be picked up at seven that evening. Knowing that androids didn't eat, you ended up making something on the smaller side for yourself, to at least tide you over in case wherever you were going had no food.

It was still in the middle of spring, but going without heavy layers was always a gamble. Not to mention the stupid bullet wound. You'd settled on a dress, it was backless but had sleeves that could keep the bandages in check. It was also a darker fabric, in case said bandages betrayed you and bled through.

The clock on the wall read seven, and as the minute hand slid into place there was a knock at the front door. The grin crept up on your face as the door was opened. "I know you said seven, but that's--......"

He wasn't sure you were aware of just how much work he'd had to put in, nor how much Hank had helped. Connor had his little crooked smile as he waited, but the android on your doorstep was not the sweet and mildly socially awkward detective. You'd gotten used to seeing him in gray, with the black tie and white shirt.

"...... Holy shit," was all you managed. He'd settled on black, which was a lovely change of things. No tie, which left a little more of his throat exposed, as well as... "Is that shirt purple?"

"Yes. It's not bright, but... I was hoping you'd notice." Connor held out a hand for you. "... If you catch me staring, please, don't hesitate to slap me." With a laugh you shook your head, but accepted his hand. "I'm entirely serious. Please. I... I'm grateful I'm not completely speechless."

Locking the front door behind you and tucking the keys into your purse, which didn't leave room for much else, you shook your head again. "Connor. I'm not gonna slap you."

"Even if I end up staring at nothing else all evening?"

Fuck. There went that glimpse of a smooth side again. Before it could be questioned the passenger side door was opened for you. But the vehicle was unfamiliar. "... this isn't Hank's piece of crap."

"No. I have no vehicle, so it's just rented. I don't think his car would make a good impression where we're going."

Oh, that doesn't sound good. Thank fuck I picked a dress...

Seated in the car, you went quiet as Connor slid behind the wheel and drove off from your neighborhood. Sitting down, you realized that the dress wasn't as long as you'd have liked. Not that it was inappropriate, but there was a growing chill in the night air.

"I meant what I said," the android spoke up softly. "I... I don't want to be staring, but... I don't think I'll be able to help myself. I know I'm not capable of feeling what humans might..." He glanced towards you quickly, otherwise not looking away from the road.

[Just say it. Stop holding back.]

"...... I didn't think I would lay eyes on anything that could make me falter. As something built to be perfect, I... I can't compare to you." For a brief moment his LED flashed, but returned to blue again. But you weren't saying anything, so now he was growing uneasy. "I... I'm sorry. It was... forward... and uncharacteristic of me, and--"

"Connor."

"... shut up?"

"There you go." Your cheeks burned as hot as you'd ever felt them, but any sort of compliment you'd gotten in the past meant nothing. Reaching over, you laid a hand on his arm... not that he could really feel anything but the pressure. "Honey. That's honestly the sweetest thing I've ever been told. I can tell you're trying really hard, and I'm honored you're going to such lengths for this. And... I didn't think I'd say this, but..." You quietly laughed. "Connor, honey, oh my god you look fucking amazing."

He seemed to relax a good deal, even the arm you still held felt less tense. "... thank you," he replied. "I was told to... get out of my comfort zone. And that you'd only ever seen me in gray."

There was a sly grin that appeared as you looked the android over again. Now you were able to flirt, but you still didn't want to make it so vague that he didn't get it. "I'm less interested in the black suit. Don't get me wrong, it looks damn good on you, but I'm more interested in the fact that you went with no tie."

That was... a strange thing to say. "How so?"

"Seeing someone usually buttoned up neatly, deciding to opt for showing a little more? Congrats, Connor, you discovered teasing."

His face just screamed confusion. "I... I don't understand, you'd seen me when I attempted to stop your wound from bleeding. And when I was put into the tank. How am I teasing?"

"Okay, well, the shot had me too fucking distracted, and I looked away to be polite when you got into the tank. But you're making me wonder what the rest looks like, with all the buttons undone. It also shows me that you're more relaxed, or you're trying to be, and that's just as attractive."

Connor was trying so hard to understand. "So... seeing me without a tie is attractive. Because it's out of the ordinary for me." You nodded. "... I... think I understand. I noticed your outfit exposes your back, and... that... certainly caught my attention."

That made you pause. "... honey, I have a question for you."

"Yes?"

"Do you want the chance to feel more human? I can only do so much with sorting out your emotions, but... I can give you the sense of touch, if you want it."