[ 2B knows him well enough to be able to see when he's actively trying to focus, and part of her feels guilt for baiting him the way she is. She wants to know if some part of him remembers anything about the intimacy they'd shared, desperate to the point of doing this while he's tinkering around with her insides and uncaring of whether or not he might hurt her as a result of her distracting him. She watches him in silence, not noticing the way something in his pants seems to strain against the fabric, knowing that she's in good hands.
Her faith in him is unshakeable, and it's because of this that she feels even more guilty for the fact that she knows that he feels the same way. 9S would never, ever do anything to hurt her, while she was created to destroy him.
2B braces herself when he warns her, fingers tangling in the sheets beneath her as he works. All the bracing in the world couldn't have prepared her for the deluge of sensation that comes crashing down on her, however, causing her to feel like every wire in her body is shorting. It hurts like a bitch, but at the same time... Well.
The noise that rips past 2B's lips is somewhere between pain and ecstasy as her nerve receptors are reactivated, her body writhing and shuddering in response. She grips the sheets and does her best not to thrash, gasping for air.
Loath as she is to admit it, the slickness between her thighs has only increased. She can only imagine that she looks even more like those ridiculous women in those porn mags they'd found, her chin spit-slick and her eyes threatening to roll to the back of her head. ]
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Her faith in him is unshakeable, and it's because of this that she feels even more guilty for the fact that she knows that he feels the same way. 9S would never, ever do anything to hurt her, while she was created to destroy him.
2B braces herself when he warns her, fingers tangling in the sheets beneath her as he works. All the bracing in the world couldn't have prepared her for the deluge of sensation that comes crashing down on her, however, causing her to feel like every wire in her body is shorting. It hurts like a bitch, but at the same time... Well.
The noise that rips past 2B's lips is somewhere between pain and ecstasy as her nerve receptors are reactivated, her body writhing and shuddering in response. She grips the sheets and does her best not to thrash, gasping for air.
Loath as she is to admit it, the slickness between her thighs has only increased. She can only imagine that she looks even more like those ridiculous women in those porn mags they'd found, her chin spit-slick and her eyes threatening to roll to the back of her head. ]