[ 2B can sympathize with that feeling. Every morning she reactivates to find that 9S isn't by her side is an exercise in torture, and existing in a world without him in it for any length of time has proven to be a colossal task on more than one occasion. She knows that this is only their initial meeting as far as he's concerned, but 2B has memory upon memory of him-- his smile, his laugh, his voice-- pent up and threatening to tear her apart from the inside out. She's been with him since her initial activation, and she wants no part of a world that doesn't have him in it.
When he shivers, it only slakes her thirst for him further. 2B desperately wants to leave marks on him to prove that she was there, that she'd been close enough to him to bruise, but she holds back. For some reason, she wants to be gentler with him this time around; fucking him hard enough to hurt can wait. She's sure the devil of an impulse will make itself known sooner rather than later, but for now, she's content to be tender. Soft.
2B's eyes don't close immediately when they kiss, wanting to commit the way he looks to memory before she gives in to the way his mouth feels. That selfsame devotion that he'd worn before she'd killed him still shines in his eyes, and it causes her expression to crumble in the smallest of ways, her brow furrowing as she kisses him. His hum reverberates against her lips, prompting them to part as her tongue experimentally swipes against his bottom lip in a perfect imitation of a technique that he himself had taught her.
When he pulls her in, 2B makes a soft noise, quietly slipping closer to him and leaning her weight against his, intent on having him fall back onto the mattress. She keeps her hands where they are, cradling his face as her bare breasts sandwich between her weight and his, cushioning against his chest.
She feels like she could kiss him forever, but that's nothing new. 2B moans against his lips, needy and soft, as she seeks to bury herself deep inside of him once again. ]
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When he shivers, it only slakes her thirst for him further. 2B desperately wants to leave marks on him to prove that she was there, that she'd been close enough to him to bruise, but she holds back. For some reason, she wants to be gentler with him this time around; fucking him hard enough to hurt can wait. She's sure the devil of an impulse will make itself known sooner rather than later, but for now, she's content to be tender. Soft.
2B's eyes don't close immediately when they kiss, wanting to commit the way he looks to memory before she gives in to the way his mouth feels. That selfsame devotion that he'd worn before she'd killed him still shines in his eyes, and it causes her expression to crumble in the smallest of ways, her brow furrowing as she kisses him. His hum reverberates against her lips, prompting them to part as her tongue experimentally swipes against his bottom lip in a perfect imitation of a technique that he himself had taught her.
When he pulls her in, 2B makes a soft noise, quietly slipping closer to him and leaning her weight against his, intent on having him fall back onto the mattress. She keeps her hands where they are, cradling his face as her bare breasts sandwich between her weight and his, cushioning against his chest.
She feels like she could kiss him forever, but that's nothing new. 2B moans against his lips, needy and soft, as she seeks to bury herself deep inside of him once again. ]