Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Forty-Seven

(Lemonade stand is open! And boy is this not appropriate. You've been warned.)

"Connor?" His warm eyes looked up from where he stood beside the bedside table. "... what got into you today?" Hands cupping your elbows, you slowly went closer to him. "I mean, don't get me wrong, a lot of the stuff you said was really fucking funny. But... also really unusual for you. What's on your mind?"

When he didn't respond at first, you sat on the edge of his bed and patted the space beside you. Mouth pressed thin and turned downward, your android sat down, as well. All you could do was wait for his answer. "... we are... built to take orders. Some more than others, but my model especially. Receiving opportunities to speak freely or do things differently was considered deviant. Now... that no longer applies."

You nodded, so he knew you were listening. You watched his pale face, usually so placid and devoid of any obvious emotion, react and offer glimpses into what he was thinking.

"I am aware that I nearly died. But you and Hank were adamant on saving me, and I will be forever grateful to the both of you." There was a tiny hint of a smile, but it faded just as quickly. "As one who was made to take orders, I've become accustomed to letting opportunities pass me by. After having what I suppose is a near-death experience... I don't want to let those chances pass again." His gaze went to the floor, then rose again to meet yours. "I let today get out of hand, and I'm sorry. Letting some opportunities pass is the best solution, it seems."

Shrugging a bit, you grinned. "I don't know, there's something amazing about you calling Hank a cockblock."

"He is," Connor muttered, jaw clenched. "He encouraged me to take a chance with you, and now he's standing in my way."

Sitting on his left side, you couldn't see his LED shift to red. Laying a hand on his arm, you squeezed it a bit. "It's a little frustrating, hon, but I think you forget a couple of things."

"Like?"

"For one, he has a point. This is his house, and we need to be respectful. And two, I'm not going anywhere. We have all the time in the world to do whatever." His expression didn't change, so you took his head into your hands. "Hey. I promise you, I'm not going anywhere. I know you haven't been introduced to much, and I get that you're eager, but sweetheart, just relax. For me. Please?"

Being tended to again made the android melt, the tension fading so he could fully enjoy the attention. "How has it come to this? I guarded you with my life, and now you've rescued mine."

"I told you, you're worth defending." You ran fingers through his hair, despite the locks that refused to be tamed and fell from the rest.

[Why can I never tire of these words...?]

He was so lost in thought for a bit that he didn't register your smirk. "... what is it?"

"I know you said you'd tone the rebel side down, but... you sneaking me in here, knowing you're getting into serious shit tomorrow? It's kinda hot."

"I wanted time with you," he explained quietly.

"Well, you've got me here. The door is locked. So what are you going to do with me?" Judging by his completely lost face, he hadn't thought that far ahead. "You do know there's other things we can do besides just sleep, right?"

For once, the android was getting the hint. Sort of. "Whatever it is, it must be quiet. The thought of Hank breaking the door down is... not appealing."

"I understand, but... I can't promise I'll be quiet," you murmured, slowly getting to your feet. Taking his shoulders, you pushed him onto his back on the bed. Poor Connor looked alarmed to the point you backed off. "Sorry, honey, too far?"