After saying goodbye to Markus, you led Connor out of the house and towards your car. No one had made mention of the giant painting in the studio; letting the detective see it might have ruined him if he got the wrong idea again. Once the two of you were settled and buckled up, you drove away. "... honey?" He hummed a bit to acknowledge you. "... you don't have a car. You returned the rental. How... how did you get to me so fast?"
"I... ran...?" he replied, unsure of why you were asking. "I wasn't built to drive frequently. I prefer going places on foot, as there's less trouble with tight maneuvers."
"Connor, I live nowhere near Markus. You ran the whole way?"
"Between the two locations, travelers must take many turns and side roads. But the shortest distance would be a straight line."
That made you look over, less than amused. "So you ran through peoples' yards and hopped fences, fueled by jealous rage, and you think no one saw you? I'll call Hank to ask how many complaints came in about a rogue detective trampling their gardens."
Properly silenced, Connor kept his mouth shut, too afraid of setting you off again.
[She's right. I can't keep letting this happen. But I don't realize when I'm not in control until someone else brings me back. And then I discover the damage I've done.
But has it all been bad? Do I regret punishing Reed for what he's done? I remember every detail, yet I couldn't seem to stop myself.]
Lost in his thoughts, the android didn't register you speaking until you covered one of his hands. "Connor. Honey. We're home." It was spoken so casually, that it didn't hit you until you were both headed for your front door. "... fuck, I mean... we're back, at... my place. Not... you don't..."
You were watched as the door was unlocked, the home system greeting the both of you by name. "... why did you program my presence specifically?"
Pausing to glance back, you just shrugged. "I... was hoping you'd visit frequently enough for it to make sense." After a minute of getting settled again, you took one of the android's hands. "Will you please help me? I can tend to the wound myself but it's such a bitch solo. You do it more neatly than I can."
With a vague smile, Connor found himself enjoying you pulling him around. He knew your house front to back, but it was the contact and the tiny gestures of affection that were best.
All of that came to a halt once your shirt was removed. Close to panic he turned his head away. "Is that... necessary...?"
"To take care of a bullet wound on my upper arm? Yeah, sleeves get in the way, handsome." You gently tapped his arm with a hand, so he would get out of the way of your first aid kit. "I know you aren't ready, and... I'm sorry for not warning you, I guess. But it's not like I'm going without proper support under my top," you added, trying not to laugh.
Most of what you said fell on deaf ears.
[... handsome...!]
"--Connor. You're needed at the current location, assistance is requested. Do you copy?" Your attempt at law enforcement lingo did the trick, as the android smiled... but still couldn't look at you. "... is it always gonna be like this?"
"I have no gauge on when I will be ready."
"Okay. I said I wouldn't force you, but I'm also saying that this feels like one of those things you talk yourself out of. Did you or did you not say that nudity didn't bother you?"
"...... I did."
"It's just my shirt. I... ugh. I'm sorry. Scratch everything I said, I don't want you to change," you admitted quietly. "You can wait in the living room, honey. I don't want to make you more uncomfortable."
The android didn't respond for a bit. "... I will wait in the basement. You offered me the chance to experience touch, and... I accept."
As he left, your brain rattled, hoping that he wasn't making a hasty decision. You tended to your arm as best you could, before following him to the basement, properly dressed again. Connor was already sitting in the chair beside your desk, wearing that crooked smile again.
You occupied your computer chair and rolled it so you were right in front of him, taking his hands. "Have you really thought this through? When I say you'll feel everything, I mean it. The first few minutes are overwhelming. You don't realize how much that sense affects the body until it's spread to everything."
He leaned over, as close as he liked. "I am certain. I... I'd like to be able to know when there's contact, instead of only knowing the pressure. I want to experience what you do with weather and temperature. I......" Yellow flashed at his temple, but only once. "... your touch is what I want to know the most."
Another glimpse of someone with a smooth way of talking, buried beneath his usual nervousness. "... Connor, you'll feel everything. I mean it. Everything that's good, but everything that's bad. Are you honestly accepting the fact that you'll feel pain?"
His forehead pressed to yours. "I will accept whatever pain I am given. It's a small price for a new experience."
You sighed heavily before kissing between his eyes and pulling away. "I'll need access to your chest, honey. Go and lie down on that table. I know it seems like something that's inside the head, but it needs to be centralized."
You'd chosen the exact wrong moment to glance over; the android stood beside the table, dutifully opening his shirt the rest of the way.
Who the fuck decided these fucking androids needed abs?!
"... shall I remove the shirt entirely? Will it be in the way?" Connor questioned you softly, still unaware that things went both ways. He was uneasy with you being exposed, and you were uneasy with him. Somehow he looked more attractive with the shirt still on; like there was more of an effort to feel relaxed.
"Ah... you can leave it on like that, it's not in my way," you muttered, turning back to your computer so he didn't notice all the blood in your face.
The strange clunking noises filled the basement as the android laid on the metal tabletop. He looked like a patient needing surgery, which wasn't too far off. Minutes passed before you went over, a small clear case in one hand and a hand-sized toolkit in the other. "How long will this be?"
"Not long. Once I connect it, I'll let it install and check for any issues. Shouldn't be more than five minutes."
"Shall I time you?"
"Are you really teasing the woman giving you something brand new? I can change it so you only feel pain." The android's eyes widened, and he shook his head. "That's what I thought. Now come on, open that chest for me," you added.
[So long as I am finally able to feel your physical affections, I will handle the pain.]

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Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)
Fanfiction[COMPLETED] Algorithm: A set of instructions or rules designed to solve a definitive problem. The problem may be as simple as adding two numbers or as complex as ridding the city of whosoever stands in your way.