[ 2B would much rather ease into this gently with him now, and while she knows better than anyone that 9S can take a beating, he feels especially fragile this time around. Her urge to protect him is so much stronger now than it ever was, and she wonders if it's because of the way the last cycle had played out; he'd placed his utmost faith in her, only to have her use it against him. Her eyes take on a faraway look as she studies his face, the memory of the way he'd stared at her after she'd driven her blade through his heart still haunting her.
She's strangled him, brutalized him, beheaded him, stabbed him. Through it all she's loved him, more than any android can possibly afford to, and she's only just begun to express that love in the physical sense. 2B doesn't know when she began to feel this way, or if she was born with these feelings embedded deep within her code. All she knows is that they're here now, tangible in the way her hands seek to memorize every curve of his body as they smooth over it.
2B wonders how she could ever come to harm someone as perfect for her as 9S, programming be damned. What kind of monster is she to do this to him, over and over again?
2B's lips trace a searing trail along his chest and lower stomach, her body sliding downward in order for her to access his belt. She undoes it swiftly, all efficacy and ease, feathering kisses along his palm as it finds her cheek. For some reason, the gesture makes her think of Adam and his fixation with hate. She vaguely wonders if he understood love in all of its tender purity, which in turn makes her think of Eve. She supposes that she and Eve aren't so different at the end of the day, driven mad with grief over losing the ones they cherished the most.
As 2B undoes 9S' pants, she watches his face, treasuring the way his teeth catch at his lower lip. She loves him, devastatingly, desperately. She can't run from that truth anymore, no matter how much she wants to. Realization hits her hard in the chest as heat pricks at the back of her eyes, but she doesn't dare look away from him. ]
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She's strangled him, brutalized him, beheaded him, stabbed him. Through it all she's loved him, more than any android can possibly afford to, and she's only just begun to express that love in the physical sense. 2B doesn't know when she began to feel this way, or if she was born with these feelings embedded deep within her code. All she knows is that they're here now, tangible in the way her hands seek to memorize every curve of his body as they smooth over it.
2B wonders how she could ever come to harm someone as perfect for her as 9S, programming be damned. What kind of monster is she to do this to him, over and over again?
2B's lips trace a searing trail along his chest and lower stomach, her body sliding downward in order for her to access his belt. She undoes it swiftly, all efficacy and ease, feathering kisses along his palm as it finds her cheek. For some reason, the gesture makes her think of Adam and his fixation with hate. She vaguely wonders if he understood love in all of its tender purity, which in turn makes her think of Eve. She supposes that she and Eve aren't so different at the end of the day, driven mad with grief over losing the ones they cherished the most.
As 2B undoes 9S' pants, she watches his face, treasuring the way his teeth catch at his lower lip. She loves him, devastatingly, desperately. She can't run from that truth anymore, no matter how much she wants to. Realization hits her hard in the chest as heat pricks at the back of her eyes, but she doesn't dare look away from him. ]