[ When 9S chuckles, 2B feels as if she should blush. Her response obviously wasn't what he'd expected to hear, but no matter; he rewards her with more soft, ghosting kisses along her cheek and the column of her neck, undressing her with a surprising swiftness and leaving her dermal sensors exposed to the slight chill of the cavern surrounding them. In many ways, her partner seems more adept at this than she after just one instance of their having done this before. 2B feels a sense of competitiveness flare up within her at the thought as the top portion of her dress and gloves fall to the ground, and she moves to undo his belt and pants with a little more roughness than intended, catching herself before she mangles the garment on accident.
She wants to take this slow, too, but her programming as an E-type is a beast. 2B was created with the utmost efficiency and brutality in mind, and their current standing seems to call for everything but. She focuses on the way 9S' breathing sounds, his heat radiating off of him in waves as her own internal cooling processes begin to kick in, much more effective the second time around. 2B's eyes remain on his face, half-lidded as he works her clothing off of her, her hands dipping underneath his undone pants in order to work them down his legs.
While her expression has remained mildly impassive up to this point, the kiss 9S initiates furrows her brow and weakens her knees, something needy grabbing hold of her as she returns it with a slow, tender desperation. Her lips part and her eyes flutter shut as she leans into the kiss, whimpering almost needily against his lips, barely noticing the way he removes her leotard and allows it to fall to the ground. 2B doesn't understand how such a simple gesture can make her feel as if her circuits are frying, her hands finding the front of his chest as she shudders against him.
Whenever 9S kisses her, she feels vulnerable. Soft. He holds her in his hands, whether he knows it or not, and she presses the bare front of her body against his, slatting perfectly in spite of the height difference provided by her boots. ]
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She wants to take this slow, too, but her programming as an E-type is a beast. 2B was created with the utmost efficiency and brutality in mind, and their current standing seems to call for everything but. She focuses on the way 9S' breathing sounds, his heat radiating off of him in waves as her own internal cooling processes begin to kick in, much more effective the second time around. 2B's eyes remain on his face, half-lidded as he works her clothing off of her, her hands dipping underneath his undone pants in order to work them down his legs.
While her expression has remained mildly impassive up to this point, the kiss 9S initiates furrows her brow and weakens her knees, something needy grabbing hold of her as she returns it with a slow, tender desperation. Her lips part and her eyes flutter shut as she leans into the kiss, whimpering almost needily against his lips, barely noticing the way he removes her leotard and allows it to fall to the ground. 2B doesn't understand how such a simple gesture can make her feel as if her circuits are frying, her hands finding the front of his chest as she shudders against him.
Whenever 9S kisses her, she feels vulnerable. Soft. He holds her in his hands, whether he knows it or not, and she presses the bare front of her body against his, slatting perfectly in spite of the height difference provided by her boots. ]