[ 2B knows he doesn't remember, which is why she wants to give him an out, should he decide that this isn't for him. She isn't so arrogant to assume that he will always feel the same way as he did before, even if his behavior demonstrates otherwise. She takes her time with kissing his neck and ear, getting him used to the sensation again, making a soft noise of approval as his fingers curl around the tender flesh of her breasts.
She never understood why there were pleasure receptors built into the soft mounds until 9S took hold of them for the first time. While the pleasure she gains from them pales in comparison to that which she receives when he pays attention to her sex, the feeling of him squeezing them is nice. The twitch of his hand earns him a soft, suckling kiss beneath the shell of his ear as she leans into him, her hands coming to rest upon the opening of his coat collar.
2B knows damn well that telling 9S not to think is the same as telling him not to breathe, but she doesn't care. Thinking won't serve either of them well in this situation; she's been far better at that than he has to begin with, but it's a skill she learned with repeated trysts between the two of them. ]
Alright. [ 2B concedes, her voice still heavy with equal parts sadness and want. She pulls away in order to bring her hands up to his face, gently lowering his combat visor before doing away with it entirely. His moans are sweet, sweeter than anything she's ever heard, and when she leans in to press her mouth against his, it's almost as if she intends to drink them in. ]
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She never understood why there were pleasure receptors built into the soft mounds until 9S took hold of them for the first time. While the pleasure she gains from them pales in comparison to that which she receives when he pays attention to her sex, the feeling of him squeezing them is nice. The twitch of his hand earns him a soft, suckling kiss beneath the shell of his ear as she leans into him, her hands coming to rest upon the opening of his coat collar.
2B knows damn well that telling 9S not to think is the same as telling him not to breathe, but she doesn't care. Thinking won't serve either of them well in this situation; she's been far better at that than he has to begin with, but it's a skill she learned with repeated trysts between the two of them. ]
Alright. [ 2B concedes, her voice still heavy with equal parts sadness and want. She pulls away in order to bring her hands up to his face, gently lowering his combat visor before doing away with it entirely. His moans are sweet, sweeter than anything she's ever heard, and when she leans in to press her mouth against his, it's almost as if she intends to drink them in. ]