[ If 9S has no idea, then 2B feels she's done her job adequately. 9S isn't supposed to know about how she feels about their arrangement, mainly because he isn't supposed to know about their arrangement at all. Even in the midst of the afterglow (if it can even be called that), the slow, steady realization that 2B will have to carry out her prime directive sooner rather than later begins to sink in. It makes her hold him a little more tightly as he trembles, and she silently vows that the next time (and the next, and the next, and the next), she will be more careful. She'll be more distant, to spare him the suffering that she can't guarantee to circumvent at the end of this cycle. 2B silently vows that this will be the first cycle and the last cycle where any of this happens, burying the tenderness she feels deep inside of her core files, never to be accessed again.
Heat begins to prick at the back of her eyes, but nothing comes of it. Her resolve is hardened steel even as he presses his mouth to her temple, the action almost akin to his hacking into her and tearing her apart from the inside. 2B feels the flower in her hair, still in place even after their frenzied movements, and takes a deep breath before she turns her head to face him, watching his face.
She wonders how she'll deal with the ache she feels every time she drinks in his features. She watches his emotions flicker across his face, reading and committing every single one to memory, vowing never to forget this 9S. Her Nines. Even if he won't ever remember this.
Gently, she reaches up to bring a palm to the side of his face, lightly smoothing her thumb along his cheekbone. When he speaks, she listens intently, half-expecting him to say what he wants to... But infinitely grateful when he doesn't.
This is already painful enough. ]
... I know, [ She responds, and she means it. ] Androids are hardwired to feel affection through combat and combat-related operations. I apologize for breaking your hips the last time, too.
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Heat begins to prick at the back of her eyes, but nothing comes of it. Her resolve is hardened steel even as he presses his mouth to her temple, the action almost akin to his hacking into her and tearing her apart from the inside. 2B feels the flower in her hair, still in place even after their frenzied movements, and takes a deep breath before she turns her head to face him, watching his face.
She wonders how she'll deal with the ache she feels every time she drinks in his features. She watches his emotions flicker across his face, reading and committing every single one to memory, vowing never to forget this 9S. Her Nines. Even if he won't ever remember this.
Gently, she reaches up to bring a palm to the side of his face, lightly smoothing her thumb along his cheekbone. When he speaks, she listens intently, half-expecting him to say what he wants to... But infinitely grateful when he doesn't.
This is already painful enough. ]
... I know, [ She responds, and she means it. ] Androids are hardwired to feel affection through combat and combat-related operations. I apologize for breaking your hips the last time, too.