[ 2B often wonders why so many pleasure receptors are rigged into their skin if they were made purely for combat; is it simply a carryover from an earlier time? 9S has spoken about baths feeling good before, so it isn't a purely sexual thing, either; while she can try to guess at their creator's thought processes when it came to making them, 2B knows that she likely won't ever get an actual answer... And that's fine. The way 9S gasps and writhes underneath her is answer enough, and for the first time since her activation, she feels a twisted sense of gratitude to their designer.
9S is correct in his assumption: she wasn't made to be vulnerable at all, so the fact that she's put herself in such a compromising position speaks volumes. 2B is well-versed in the way 9S' body reacts to certain stimuli; at this point, she may as well have created his most sensitive spots, just as he created hers. 2B feels the same gorgeous, deep ache that he does every time their eyes meet, and though part of her wants to cry and scream at the way the entirety of their time together has played out, a larger part of her wants to be with him again, to take solace in being so entangled with him that nothing else seems to matter.
It's almost a bit like the E-Drug Jackass had been developing. 2B hadn't understood the addiction and dependency her fellow androids had experienced, but being with 9S brings her a little bit closer. Nothing seems to matter when she's with him like this, and when he lifts himself up onto his elbow, she's grateful for the better view of his face.
2B pauses her movements when his thumb smooths along the shape of her lips, the gesture paralyzing in its tenderness. Part of her wants to speak, to express a sentiment she hardly understands, but her voice dies in her throat. When he helps her with undoing his shorts, she works to pull them off from his waist, kissing a winding trail from his hip and down the length of his thigh. 2B has handled his cock enough to understand what works for him and what doesn't, and as her mouth works against the mock-flesh of his inner thigh, she gently encircles his need with her fingers, lightly beginning to stroke along its velvety length. ]
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9S is correct in his assumption: she wasn't made to be vulnerable at all, so the fact that she's put herself in such a compromising position speaks volumes. 2B is well-versed in the way 9S' body reacts to certain stimuli; at this point, she may as well have created his most sensitive spots, just as he created hers. 2B feels the same gorgeous, deep ache that he does every time their eyes meet, and though part of her wants to cry and scream at the way the entirety of their time together has played out, a larger part of her wants to be with him again, to take solace in being so entangled with him that nothing else seems to matter.
It's almost a bit like the E-Drug Jackass had been developing. 2B hadn't understood the addiction and dependency her fellow androids had experienced, but being with 9S brings her a little bit closer. Nothing seems to matter when she's with him like this, and when he lifts himself up onto his elbow, she's grateful for the better view of his face.
2B pauses her movements when his thumb smooths along the shape of her lips, the gesture paralyzing in its tenderness. Part of her wants to speak, to express a sentiment she hardly understands, but her voice dies in her throat. When he helps her with undoing his shorts, she works to pull them off from his waist, kissing a winding trail from his hip and down the length of his thigh. 2B has handled his cock enough to understand what works for him and what doesn't, and as her mouth works against the mock-flesh of his inner thigh, she gently encircles his need with her fingers, lightly beginning to stroke along its velvety length. ]