[ 2B has always maintained a stoic, harsh type of demeanor. The longer 9S sticks around, the more he realizes that he's drawn to it. The way it seems like she's ignoring him, yet she isn't. The harshness of her tone when she speaks to him, yet the gentleness that seems to bleed through at the oddest times. 9S is drawn to a woman who allures him like no other, and he's programmed to take orders. To be a proud soldier. 2B runs the show, and because he's a good soldier, he is thrilled. ]
[ As the combat visor is fully removed, 9S only catches one last glimpse of red warnings that alert him of his high temperature. His fluids will undeniably require being changed after this. Maintenance will come earlier than intended, and questioning will likely follow it. In knowing that? He shivers. ]
[ 9S eyes lock directly with 2B's, almost permanently glued while his lips fall into a fine line. As their noses touch, his neck cranes to better meet her. God, he can feel her heat radiate from her lips. 9S feels a delicious sort of pressure between his legs as she destroys any and all distance between them, sparking a jolt of his hips that is completely unintended. ]
[ His nervousness still exists, still has him pondering what to say. But 9S is also an eager model, curious to the very end. While his shyness may be his undoing in plenty of situations, something in his mind clicks that this may lead to what they had just gotten done scanning through. What he implied bears opportunity. Opportunity to act as humans had, opportunity to learn... ]
[ Opportunity to touch 2B, to be touched. Something shuts down that part of him which dictates that nervousness and a shaken hand reaches for 2B by the wrist, grip tight and insisting. ]
no subject
[ As the combat visor is fully removed, 9S only catches one last glimpse of red warnings that alert him of his high temperature. His fluids will undeniably require being changed after this. Maintenance will come earlier than intended, and questioning will likely follow it. In knowing that? He shivers. ]
[ 9S eyes lock directly with 2B's, almost permanently glued while his lips fall into a fine line. As their noses touch, his neck cranes to better meet her. God, he can feel her heat radiate from her lips. 9S feels a delicious sort of pressure between his legs as she destroys any and all distance between them, sparking a jolt of his hips that is completely unintended. ]
[ His nervousness still exists, still has him pondering what to say. But 9S is also an eager model, curious to the very end. While his shyness may be his undoing in plenty of situations, something in his mind clicks that this may lead to what they had just gotten done scanning through. What he implied bears opportunity. Opportunity to act as humans had, opportunity to learn... ]
[ Opportunity to touch 2B, to be touched. Something shuts down that part of him which dictates that nervousness and a shaken hand reaches for 2B by the wrist, grip tight and insisting. ]
I want to be fucked.