[ 9S has never been in such a state of embarrassment and... Well... Thrill. He realizes that he's cornered, hasn't quite settled with the fact that his Pod has outed him, but then again? 2B is far from the foolish type. She may be a combat model, but there is still an extreme level of intelligence required to be efficient. There's a way to talk himself out of this, but that ship has sailed. ]
[ It's true that their dynamic is air-tight, and 9S can't imagine himself partnered with anyone else. 2B is an enigma, aloof and often cold, but he can't help how he's drawn to her. How attached he is to her. 2B is the only good thing he has going for him, and he hasn't felt lonely in her presence. He was so fucking lonely. ]
[ His back presses against the wall, as if he may melt into it at any given moment. There's no hiding the state of his being when his internal fans begin to work in overdrive. Coolant is delivered in a white-hot shock, fast enough to force a jolt from him. It's a promise of sensory overdrive that he isn't prepared for. ]
[ 9S' lips part as her hand curls along his collar, the leather of her gloves whispering as they tighten and pull. His eyes are wide, pupils dilating as they're exposed from beyond his combat visor. 9S swallows thickly, uncertain as to why he feels a shock of thrill that shoots from the top of his head, down his spine and to his toes. ]
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[ It's true that their dynamic is air-tight, and 9S can't imagine himself partnered with anyone else. 2B is an enigma, aloof and often cold, but he can't help how he's drawn to her. How attached he is to her. 2B is the only good thing he has going for him, and he hasn't felt lonely in her presence. He was so fucking lonely. ]
[ His back presses against the wall, as if he may melt into it at any given moment. There's no hiding the state of his being when his internal fans begin to work in overdrive. Coolant is delivered in a white-hot shock, fast enough to force a jolt from him. It's a promise of sensory overdrive that he isn't prepared for. ]
[ 9S' lips part as her hand curls along his collar, the leather of her gloves whispering as they tighten and pull. His eyes are wide, pupils dilating as they're exposed from beyond his combat visor. 9S swallows thickly, uncertain as to why he feels a shock of thrill that shoots from the top of his head, down his spine and to his toes. ]
Wh... What if I had been?