[ Part of her wants him to stop, to stop moving, to stop making those delicious, loud noises that spill from his lips every time she pushes hard against him. Part of 2B wants to watch his eyes slide shut, like they sometimes do at the end of the cycle, easy as falling asleep. Part of 2B wants this exquisite agony to end , if only so 9S will no longer have to feel any more pain.
The end is coming anyway. Why can't she do this right now?
As her simulated climax finishes, she's left gasping for air, a sudden sense of clarity washing over her. 2B feels him convulse and shudder against and within her, hearing her name escape past his lips I'm the sweetest and most heartwrenching of ways. She watches 9S come undone with half lidded eyes, the hand at his throat loosening but not moving. Her free hand gently reaches up to cradle his face, smoothing against his cheek. It would be so easy simply to snap his neck; she's done it before. A swift jerk and it's over, leaving him blissfully unaware and painless.
The thought hurts her more deeply than anything in the world. But why?
After a few moments, 2B slips her arms around his neck, cradling the back of his head as she presses his face into her shoulder. Her expression comforts when she knows he can't see her, though she makes no other outward signs of weeping as she pulls him close. There's no afterglow for her, eveb as he shudders and heaves in her arms. ]
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The end is coming anyway. Why can't she do this right now?
As her simulated climax finishes, she's left gasping for air, a sudden sense of clarity washing over her. 2B feels him convulse and shudder against and within her, hearing her name escape past his lips I'm the sweetest and most heartwrenching of ways. She watches 9S come undone with half lidded eyes, the hand at his throat loosening but not moving. Her free hand gently reaches up to cradle his face, smoothing against his cheek. It would be so easy simply to snap his neck; she's done it before. A swift jerk and it's over, leaving him blissfully unaware and painless.
The thought hurts her more deeply than anything in the world. But why?
After a few moments, 2B slips her arms around his neck, cradling the back of his head as she presses his face into her shoulder. Her expression comforts when she knows he can't see her, though she makes no other outward signs of weeping as she pulls him close. There's no afterglow for her, eveb as he shudders and heaves in her arms. ]