[ With no recollection of their previously violent copulation, 9S is left with feeling so new to all of this, introduced to a certain gentleness. It's all he knows now, somehow the new normalcy with his anger having not developed yet. 9S is almost delicate beneath 2B, even if the desire to be manhandled and ruined lingers in the back of his mind.
His nerve receptors are on fire, chassis burning and alerts firing off in his mind as his internal temperature slowly creeps skyward. He moves against her, wriggles to her weight that slowly and surely pins him into the bed. While he's managed to assist in the removal of his coat, he's stopped the instant she begins to cover his chest in wet kisses. He hisses in a sharp breath, arching into her touch as best as he can while pinned beneath her weight. Every little gesture is feather-light and caring, bringing a warmth in every corner and dip of his form. He never knew a combat model to be so gentle... So sweet.
The further time expands, the more he feels himself latch onto her. Fall for her. As easy as breathing, with minimal effort on his behalf, as if he'd always felt this way. The mechanism serving as his heart flutters against his chassis, the flesh surrounding it pulsing with every pump. His gaze doesn't once leave her during her descent, expression matching her own despite the way he huffs for air and bites his lip. ]
N... Nothing.
[ 9S offers her a smile despite himself, hand hesitant as it reaches down for her cheek. The gesture seems so natural to him, as if it had been done before and often. As if his hand is capable of perfectly cupping her features. Though the smile is bittersweet, it's tender for her. ]
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His nerve receptors are on fire, chassis burning and alerts firing off in his mind as his internal temperature slowly creeps skyward. He moves against her, wriggles to her weight that slowly and surely pins him into the bed. While he's managed to assist in the removal of his coat, he's stopped the instant she begins to cover his chest in wet kisses. He hisses in a sharp breath, arching into her touch as best as he can while pinned beneath her weight. Every little gesture is feather-light and caring, bringing a warmth in every corner and dip of his form. He never knew a combat model to be so gentle... So sweet.
The further time expands, the more he feels himself latch onto her. Fall for her. As easy as breathing, with minimal effort on his behalf, as if he'd always felt this way. The mechanism serving as his heart flutters against his chassis, the flesh surrounding it pulsing with every pump. His gaze doesn't once leave her during her descent, expression matching her own despite the way he huffs for air and bites his lip. ]
N... Nothing.
[ 9S offers her a smile despite himself, hand hesitant as it reaches down for her cheek. The gesture seems so natural to him, as if it had been done before and often. As if his hand is capable of perfectly cupping her features. Though the smile is bittersweet, it's tender for her. ]