[ If 2B had ever noticed his staring, she had the good sense not to ever mention it to him. What 9S doesn't know is that she'd done her own fair share of staring; she'd memorized his expressions and burned his features into her memory. Every quirk of his lips and gesture of his hands has been noted and stored away within the deepest reaches of her consciousness, coming back like ghosts to haunt her in the nights between his death and eventual reactivation. 2B can't rightly say that she hasn't had thoughts of 9S involving him pinned beneath her weight, helpless beneath her. The images were all at once tender and violent, held close and secret within the darkest recesses of her mind.
In many ways, she's always been the hunter. It's strange, now, to have the tables reversed.
2B crashes into the ground with a loud thud, pain blossoming at the back of her skull and causing her vision to fragment with latency. She doesn't know why tears are still flowing from her eyes, but they only grow more rapid at the sight of 9S, crazed and tortured, his tongue demanding entry that she can't help but give. She makes a soft, shuddering noise against him as his mouth plunders her own, her attempts to put any miniscule amount of distance between her lips and his stymied by the ground beneath her. Her hands struggle to grasp at his shoulders as his hips drive, hard and merciless against hers, prompting her to gasp and cry out when coupled with the way his fingers dig into her shoulders.
She knew he sought to harm her; that was more than obvious. But this? This is completely out of left field. She bends her knees, her thighs coming up on either side of his hips as she struggles to support herself beneath him, her body treacherously reacting to the force with which he pushes against her. 2B knows she has no business feeling this way even as heat begins to pool between her legs, her hands curling tightly into his shoulders as she ineffectually tries to get him off of her. ]
W-What are you-- [ She manages to choke against his mouth, his tongue robbing her of words as she gets swept up in its movements. Her brow furrows as her eyes screw shut again, her hips shamefully rolling up against his. Has she always been this way? Has she always wanted this? ]
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In many ways, she's always been the hunter. It's strange, now, to have the tables reversed.
2B crashes into the ground with a loud thud, pain blossoming at the back of her skull and causing her vision to fragment with latency. She doesn't know why tears are still flowing from her eyes, but they only grow more rapid at the sight of 9S, crazed and tortured, his tongue demanding entry that she can't help but give. She makes a soft, shuddering noise against him as his mouth plunders her own, her attempts to put any miniscule amount of distance between her lips and his stymied by the ground beneath her. Her hands struggle to grasp at his shoulders as his hips drive, hard and merciless against hers, prompting her to gasp and cry out when coupled with the way his fingers dig into her shoulders.
She knew he sought to harm her; that was more than obvious. But this? This is completely out of left field. She bends her knees, her thighs coming up on either side of his hips as she struggles to support herself beneath him, her body treacherously reacting to the force with which he pushes against her. 2B knows she has no business feeling this way even as heat begins to pool between her legs, her hands curling tightly into his shoulders as she ineffectually tries to get him off of her. ]
W-What are you-- [ She manages to choke against his mouth, his tongue robbing her of words as she gets swept up in its movements. Her brow furrows as her eyes screw shut again, her hips shamefully rolling up against his. Has she always been this way? Has she always wanted this? ]