Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Thirty-Three

Connor let himself hold onto you for a bit longer before slowly pulling away, turning around to be polite again. Your eyes seemed glued to him as you changed, heart going a mile a minute. As soon as you were done you hugged the android from behind. ".... stop," you spoke, muffled against his back.

Stop? "Have I gone too far?" he asked, visibly worried.

"... stop being perfect," you amended. "You're sweet, and polite, and attentive... you know when to be serious, and when you need to take control... j-just... stop. I'm waiting for everything to fall apart. You'll be ripped away from me, or you'll change somehow. It's all too perfect and this isn't how life goes..." The words died slowly, replaced by more tears that you couldn't seem to stop.

"..... I'm sure I told you not to blame yourself. That includes assuming everything will end." Despite your grip he turned around again, so you could cry on his chest instead of his back. The embrace was returned, his head lowering to rest atop yours. "No more assuming the worst. No more self-hatred. I can love you enough for the both of us."

A second or three passed by before the both of you stared at one another, eyes wide. "Y... h-honey..."

[NONONONONO]

"I... I-I... I d...." Connor's face fell. "I am rushing things... which isn't surprising, considering my inexperience..."

"Hang on, I--"

"I regret nothing" he added firmly. "We've had something close to a chaotic date, and you need rest."

He wasn't going to reason his way through this; you were gently ushered towards the bed, meaning to tuck you in, most likely. Instead you grabbed his arm. "I... I thought you said you'd stay...?"

The android gave his soft, crooked smile. "I'll stay if you wish. I'll need to message Hank, but other than that I am free to spend the night."

Texting took a mere second, since he didn't require a phone, but Connor was soon climbing in beside you, so nervous his temple flashed red for a second. The gentle pressure you gave as you slid close settled him again.

Head on his chest, you felt him take the hand attached to the arm you'd wrapped around him. There was an attempt to bid him goodnight, but it sounded much more like "I love you, too" to the android.

[... I will do anything to keep you here with me. This is my purpose; nothing else.]

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Not having a job to go to every day meant you were free to sleep in. Even so, you disliked sleeping too late. It felt more like you'd wasted the day. But you stirred before ten, waking slowly and wondering why you were in a slightly odd position.

... Connor?!

You'd woken up alone, which meant he'd either left a note or probably hadn't gone far. Your bedroom door was open by an inch or two, and you could barely make out some noises from the kitchen. So you slid out of bed and dressed for the day, emerging to find the android... cooking. "Honey?" you asked. "You good? When did you get your clothes...?"

His head turned a bit, smiling. "I asked Hank last night to drop off a change of clothes before he left for work. He gave me a rather strange expression. Said something about... becoming a man...?"

Leave it to Hank to expect that shit. With a snort, you went closer. "I'll tell him to cut his shit."

"Will you tell me what it meant?"

Loaded question. But... "Sex, Connor. He was probably kidding. "Becoming a man" means you finally having sex."

The RK800 had frozen completely, eyes wide like a deer in headlights. Poor, poor innocent sweetheart. Shaking his head at last, he went back to the food preparation. "I've checked everything you had in your fridge and freezer. I assume you aren't allergic to anything in them. If so, this omelet will be problematic."

"Omelet? I'll bet you make them without ruining the shape," you added, grinning as you backed away again. The stove was off, so it was probably finished cooking.

"This is what I make Hank when he needs an emotional boost. He won't admit it, but it happens often enough. Or he just... likes that I do the cooking for him."

That definitely made you laugh. "It sounds like something he'd do, but it's sweet either way. I didn't know the detective prototype could cook."

Connor finally set the plate aside, washing his hands while you went to take the food: an omelet and, strangely, strawberries. "The fruit will start to go bad in three days' time, so it's best to eat them now. And variety is beneficial," he explained, folding the small towel he dried his hands on and setting it aside.

Now that he was facing you properly, you ended up staring. For the sake of cooking, the android's sleeves were neatly folded up, past the elbow. And either he was truly trying to be more relaxed, or he'd decided to make good on his warning. Instead of just leaving the button at his collar undone, several more remained unused. Your eyes ended up locked onto the exposed part of his chest, fighting valiantly against the urge to touch.

As a result, your mouth let out all the pent-up desire in a single, embarrassing word: "... Daddy."

Connor could openly admit that he was still learning about relationships. But he had at least a rudimentary understanding of families. So... being called Daddy just threw everything out of his head and shook them violently until nothing made sense for a few minutes.

[... I am out of my league. Is she teasing? I need to ask Hank, though he most likely won't like it...

But... Daddy...?]

".... Connor?" you piped up, finally snapping him back to reality. "This is amazing, honey. Thank you." While he was spacing out, you'd gone and sat down to eat, trying to pretend you hadn't lost control of your mouth.

Deciding to just get answers when he saw his partner, your android smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "I need to head down to the precinct for some time. I expect to finish this afternoon. You asked me to stay, and I apologize, but there are things I must take care of."

Waving a hand, you politely wiped your mouth with the napkin beside your plate. Then you remembered the napkin stuffed into your purse. "That's fine. We both have errands, honey. How about this: since neither of us know how long they'll take, just come back around five. Then I can talk to you about the software. Sound good?"

Another kiss, this one to the side of your head. "Be safe. You know how to contact me should you need it." Grabbing the suit he'd worn last night, Connor offered one last smile. "Use the taser if you need to. I love you," he added at the end before he hurried out the front door.