[ 2B's expression is gentle, a quiet sort of desperation brewing just beneath the surface. She knows that this is wrong, that she can't do this again; but she also promised herself that the last time would be the final instance where she'd kill him for the sake of her programming. She shakes her head at his question, wanting desperately to give him all the answers she has... but she holds back. Now isn't the time. Not so soon. ]
It's a carryover from a few models back. If anything, it's working as intended.
[ When he gets onto the bed with her, 2B reaches for his hands again. Need, hot and sticky, rolls and boils in her gut, but his hesitancy stops her from acting upon it. Holding his hands in her own, she gently ghosts her lips against his knuckles, shaking as her eyes flutter shut. ]
I'm sorry. [ She murmurs, breath gusting warm against his palms. ] I don't know... How to deal with any of this. [ 2B wants, more than anything, to be close to him, so close that she can't tell where her identity ends and his begins. It's a want that borders on obsession, and when it couples with her sadness and guilt, it threatens to overwhelm her. ]
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It's a carryover from a few models back. If anything, it's working as intended.
[ When he gets onto the bed with her, 2B reaches for his hands again. Need, hot and sticky, rolls and boils in her gut, but his hesitancy stops her from acting upon it. Holding his hands in her own, she gently ghosts her lips against his knuckles, shaking as her eyes flutter shut. ]
I'm sorry. [ She murmurs, breath gusting warm against his palms. ] I don't know... How to deal with any of this. [ 2B wants, more than anything, to be close to him, so close that she can't tell where her identity ends and his begins. It's a want that borders on obsession, and when it couples with her sadness and guilt, it threatens to overwhelm her. ]