[ 2B isn't even entirely sure how humans got this to work, but she's willing to give it a try with 9S. Whether this is stilted or not is beyond her, as it never occurred to her what the "proper" way of going about such a strange act would be. A pregnant silence descends upon them in the small cavern, but there's nothing uncomfortable about it; the tension that coils around the both of them is anticipatory and almost suffocating in the most euphoric way possible.
Seeing 9S' eyes is always disarming to 2B, who's long since grown used to never seeing them from behind his visor. They're a steely blue, much like her own, but somehow more beautiful than any other android's. 2B drinks in the sight, her expression soft and gentle, standing stock-still as he moves towards her. She feels as if she's sprouted roots into the ground, tethering her in place. Something inside of her tells her to take her time with this. To savor it. After all, she doesn't know if she'll ever have this kind of opportunity again.
2B allows herself to lean into his hand when his palm caresses her cheek, eyelashes fluttering as his fingertips graze the flower at her ear. She closes her eyes, gently lifting a hand to cover his as she turns her head, experimentally brushing her lips against his palm and wrist.
At his compliment, 2B halts. She doesn't know how to respond to that. She opens her eyes and looks into his, slightly elevated by her heels. How would he want her to respond? She doesn't want to discourage him, but... ]
So... are you? [ She responds. It's slightly stilted, and her expression is one of mild confusion. Regardless, the gesture doesn't go unappreciated. She makes a soft noise, halfway between a grunt and a moan as his lips find her temple, her eyes closing again as she holds his hand to her face. Tilting her neck away from him gingerly, she begins to undo the snaps and buckles holding his coat closed with a deft swiftness, her movements smooth and precise. Her gloved fingers gently cradle the back of his bare hand as she presses earnest, slightly rough kisses along the underside of his palm and wrist, teeth lightly grazing his dermal layer as she attempts to open his coat. ]
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Seeing 9S' eyes is always disarming to 2B, who's long since grown used to never seeing them from behind his visor. They're a steely blue, much like her own, but somehow more beautiful than any other android's. 2B drinks in the sight, her expression soft and gentle, standing stock-still as he moves towards her. She feels as if she's sprouted roots into the ground, tethering her in place. Something inside of her tells her to take her time with this. To savor it. After all, she doesn't know if she'll ever have this kind of opportunity again.
2B allows herself to lean into his hand when his palm caresses her cheek, eyelashes fluttering as his fingertips graze the flower at her ear. She closes her eyes, gently lifting a hand to cover his as she turns her head, experimentally brushing her lips against his palm and wrist.
At his compliment, 2B halts. She doesn't know how to respond to that. She opens her eyes and looks into his, slightly elevated by her heels. How would he want her to respond? She doesn't want to discourage him, but... ]
So... are you? [ She responds. It's slightly stilted, and her expression is one of mild confusion. Regardless, the gesture doesn't go unappreciated. She makes a soft noise, halfway between a grunt and a moan as his lips find her temple, her eyes closing again as she holds his hand to her face. Tilting her neck away from him gingerly, she begins to undo the snaps and buckles holding his coat closed with a deft swiftness, her movements smooth and precise. Her gloved fingers gently cradle the back of his bare hand as she presses earnest, slightly rough kisses along the underside of his palm and wrist, teeth lightly grazing his dermal layer as she attempts to open his coat. ]