[ 2B can't believe how much she wants him to touch her again. She finds herself craving it, and though she does her damnedest not to think about what happened between them in the basement, the thought makes her lubricant ducts activate in spite of herself, leaving her slick and shaking late in the night, mere feet away from 9S' bed in their shared lodgings. It's part of the reason why she's been throwing herself into combat with any machines that happen to be nearby, regardless of whether they're hostile or not. It does absolutely nothing to abate the gnawing ache that occurs between her legs, but it's better than standing around and hoping it goes away.
She notes the flush of his face, and part of her finds it endearing. Still, she doesn't crack a smile, instead opting to sidle closer to him by degrees, keeping time with his footsteps and staring straight ahead. Some strange, irrational part of her wants to grab his hand and hold it, but she doesn't. It's too risky, doing something like that out in the open. The flower remains securely tucked behind her ear, its faint fragrance gently wafting around her head; its presence soothes her in much the same way 9S' voice does, and 2B breathes deep before speaking. ]
We can't have them thinking you're accident-prone. Just in case they decide to decommission you or send you back up to the Bunker for fine-tuning. [ She speaks partially from a place of worry; while 9S has never exhibited outward signs of malfunctioning, it's not unheard of for Earth to have adverse effects on androids, particularly newer, less hardy models. 2B notes that he's trying to keep pace with her, and she shakes her head. ]
You don't have to pretend to treat it like this if it's not how you feel. Speak freely. [ It's an order, much like a superior gives to soldiers beneath their command... But it comes from a place of affection, even if 2B isn't particularly forthcoming with emotional matters. ]
... If I didn't feel the same way, I would have denied you outright. Or is that what you want?
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She notes the flush of his face, and part of her finds it endearing. Still, she doesn't crack a smile, instead opting to sidle closer to him by degrees, keeping time with his footsteps and staring straight ahead. Some strange, irrational part of her wants to grab his hand and hold it, but she doesn't. It's too risky, doing something like that out in the open. The flower remains securely tucked behind her ear, its faint fragrance gently wafting around her head; its presence soothes her in much the same way 9S' voice does, and 2B breathes deep before speaking. ]
We can't have them thinking you're accident-prone. Just in case they decide to decommission you or send you back up to the Bunker for fine-tuning. [ She speaks partially from a place of worry; while 9S has never exhibited outward signs of malfunctioning, it's not unheard of for Earth to have adverse effects on androids, particularly newer, less hardy models. 2B notes that he's trying to keep pace with her, and she shakes her head. ]
You don't have to pretend to treat it like this if it's not how you feel. Speak freely. [ It's an order, much like a superior gives to soldiers beneath their command... But it comes from a place of affection, even if 2B isn't particularly forthcoming with emotional matters. ]
... If I didn't feel the same way, I would have denied you outright. Or is that what you want?