[ 2B hears the alarms tripped by the damage hid lower half has sustained, and part of her feels a niggling sense of concern; she should stop this, should find a way to patch him up until they can make it back to the Resistance Camp, should do any number of things not to rip him to pieces... But something inside her, something hardwired into her very being, tells her to keep going to see just how far she can push it. She knows 9S is breaking, but she wants to see just how badly.
The choking noise he makes elicits a ghost of a smile from 2B, her expression overflowing with affection and veneration. ] I'm breaking you, Nines, [ She breathes, her hips never once ceasing the steady, pounding rhythm they've established. She feels him buckling underneath her, his wiring rubbing her skin in a distinctively different way from his own dermal layer. ] I won't stop-- I don't want to--!
[ 2B feels something icy begin to form in the pit of her stomach as she glances down, noting the damage her frame has wrought upon his lower half. Guilt, sharp and devastating, seizes her nervous system... But her programming and desire push back against it, assuring her that this is what 9S himself wants. And what could be wrong with that?
2B lifts her gaze back to his face, her expression almost pained. She clenched her jaw as she presses her brow to his, her grasp on his throat tightening with a sudden and decisive swiftness as she closes her eyes, taking a shuddering breath. As she slams herself down against him for the umpteenth time, she gives a strangled, fractured cry, her body convulsing and seizing as her systems begin to short, overflowing with stimuli. ]
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The choking noise he makes elicits a ghost of a smile from 2B, her expression overflowing with affection and veneration. ] I'm breaking you, Nines, [ She breathes, her hips never once ceasing the steady, pounding rhythm they've established. She feels him buckling underneath her, his wiring rubbing her skin in a distinctively different way from his own dermal layer. ] I won't stop-- I don't want to--!
[ 2B feels something icy begin to form in the pit of her stomach as she glances down, noting the damage her frame has wrought upon his lower half. Guilt, sharp and devastating, seizes her nervous system... But her programming and desire push back against it, assuring her that this is what 9S himself wants. And what could be wrong with that?
2B lifts her gaze back to his face, her expression almost pained. She clenched her jaw as she presses her brow to his, her grasp on his throat tightening with a sudden and decisive swiftness as she closes her eyes, taking a shuddering breath. As she slams herself down against him for the umpteenth time, she gives a strangled, fractured cry, her body convulsing and seizing as her systems begin to short, overflowing with stimuli. ]