Ah--... [ 2B gasps, her eyes blurry with tears. As 9S' grip falters before tightening, the soles of her boots futilely slip along the ground, struggling to gain purchase upon it as her self-preservation processes activate. Shallow, precious sips of air slip past the restraint his fingers have against her neck, but it's not nearly enough; and though 2B wishes for nothing more than for his suffering to end, whatever it is that androids possess that pass as instinct prevents her from simply lying limp underneath him.
9S' anger is scathing, and the way his tears fall, hot and hard, against her face, only serves to make her tears flow more freely. Teeth clenched, she feels him shift on top of her, her hands flying up to circle her fingers around his wrists as he leans in and--
-- Kisses her?
2B makes a noise, hoarse and alarmed, as her hands grip his forearms. His grip on her throat gives her some quarter, but not enough to keep her from having a hard time breathing, especially with his lips crushed against hers. There's something poetic about it, she supposes; he's literally stealing the breath from her lungs at this point. She's done the same to him any number of times, though not quite in the same way.
2B's eyes slide shut in spite of herself, her brows knitting together as she gently tilts her chin upwards into the kiss, her tears constellating in her eyelashes. Her fingertips dig into his wrists almost desperately, not to pull him forward or push him away, but... to keep him just where he is. ]
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9S' anger is scathing, and the way his tears fall, hot and hard, against her face, only serves to make her tears flow more freely. Teeth clenched, she feels him shift on top of her, her hands flying up to circle her fingers around his wrists as he leans in and--
-- Kisses her?
2B makes a noise, hoarse and alarmed, as her hands grip his forearms. His grip on her throat gives her some quarter, but not enough to keep her from having a hard time breathing, especially with his lips crushed against hers. There's something poetic about it, she supposes; he's literally stealing the breath from her lungs at this point. She's done the same to him any number of times, though not quite in the same way.
2B's eyes slide shut in spite of herself, her brows knitting together as she gently tilts her chin upwards into the kiss, her tears constellating in her eyelashes. Her fingertips dig into his wrists almost desperately, not to pull him forward or push him away, but... to keep him just where he is. ]