[ 2B knows she holds all the cards in her hand, and while she knows what 9S likes, she isn't entirely sure how to give it to him. Their previous unions had been rough, violent; while they'd been interspersed with tenderness, this instance is different. She's happy just to watch his emotions play across his face, the pleasure she visits upon him causing his eyelashes to flutter and melodious noises to fall forth from his perfect lips. She feels almost as if she's made of something feverish and heady at this point, her internal systems replaced with nothing but fire as she rolls and grinds her hips down against his.
It's you, is what she'd say if she could hear his thoughts. It's you, it's only ever been you, it always will be just you. 2B isn't certain that she has the capacity to care for anyone the way she cares for 9S, and it's in that that she's sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that they were truly made for one another.
2B knows 9S' mind is whirring, and she knows that he can't help it. With his assistance, his coat comes undone and she pushes it open, gently smoothing her palms over the warm, flat planes of his chest and torso. She dips down and leaves an open-mouthed kiss to the front of his throat, trailing her mouth downwards along the dip of his chest. She moves with a slow deliberateness as her hands work to push his coat off of his shoulders, her thighs keeping him pinned underneath her greater weight. ]
What is it? [ She asks, voice almost uncharacteristically gentle. She looks up to his face, that same sorrow looming over her features despite its tenderness. 2B knows he doesn't remember any of this, that all of this is entirely new; something about that obliterates her. ]
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It's you, is what she'd say if she could hear his thoughts. It's you, it's only ever been you, it always will be just you. 2B isn't certain that she has the capacity to care for anyone the way she cares for 9S, and it's in that that she's sure beyond a shadow of a doubt that they were truly made for one another.
2B knows 9S' mind is whirring, and she knows that he can't help it. With his assistance, his coat comes undone and she pushes it open, gently smoothing her palms over the warm, flat planes of his chest and torso. She dips down and leaves an open-mouthed kiss to the front of his throat, trailing her mouth downwards along the dip of his chest. She moves with a slow deliberateness as her hands work to push his coat off of his shoulders, her thighs keeping him pinned underneath her greater weight. ]
What is it? [ She asks, voice almost uncharacteristically gentle. She looks up to his face, that same sorrow looming over her features despite its tenderness. 2B knows he doesn't remember any of this, that all of this is entirely new; something about that obliterates her. ]