[ 2B feels a rush of gratification at 9S' willingness to have her push him flush against the wall, and the ghost of a smile spreads across her lips as he pulls her hand more tightly against his neck. It would seem that the cycle never ends, even here. Part of her wants to laugh. Another part wants to weep. All of her wants to give him exactly what he wants, though she knows it goes against her prime directive.
Pulling away, she buries her face into his temple, murmuring hotly against his ear as she roughly yanks him against her. ] How badly?
[ Something hot and bitter begins to well in her gut, lubricant already beginning to darken the fabric of her undersuit between her thighs. This is wrong. So wrong, all things considered. 2B does her best to burn the image of 9S, flushed and lovely, from her mind; she tries to focus on her directive but it does nothing in the face of him. The purity of his expression almost physically pains her.
9S really is a lamb to the slaughter. ]
Is it only me you want? Or are there others? Operator 21O is quite pretty... I'm sure you've considered her, too.
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Pulling away, she buries her face into his temple, murmuring hotly against his ear as she roughly yanks him against her. ] How badly?
[ Something hot and bitter begins to well in her gut, lubricant already beginning to darken the fabric of her undersuit between her thighs. This is wrong. So wrong, all things considered. 2B does her best to burn the image of 9S, flushed and lovely, from her mind; she tries to focus on her directive but it does nothing in the face of him. The purity of his expression almost physically pains her.
9S really is a lamb to the slaughter. ]
Is it only me you want? Or are there others? Operator 21O is quite pretty... I'm sure you've considered her, too.