[ Though it had struck her as strange in the beginning, 2B has found herself marveling at how easily 9S gives way to her. It's almost as if he enjoys her devastating him, both physically and mentally, and part of it kills her. She never thought that programming would work against him just as it works for her; it wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility for Command to install such a devastating deficiency in its prized Scanner model, and it makes her want to rally against the gods that created them all the more.
It's because of this that 2B gives in to him, allowing him to take what he must even if it leaves her with nothing. She's spent enough time taking from him, and it's high time he did the same to her. The slow, gradual buildup of his movements hurts for some reason, but his enthusiasm makes up for it. Her tongue is gentle where his becomes desperate, warm and wet and ultimately loving in its gentle laving. As he cups her cheek, 2B melts... only to gasp when his fingers find her hair.
The movement is rough, but not unwelcome. 2B gives beneath his weight, knowing full well she can overpower him if she wanted, but finding that the desire to do so simply isn't there. Her shift rides up her lower belly with the movement, exposing the fact that she isn't wearing anything underneath it. She'd left her usual undergarments on the corpse in the Amusement Park, and hasn't since found a replacement. If she feels bashful towards this, she doesn't show it. Instead, she gently grips his hand, returning his kisses with a furrowed brow and a slow gentleness, knowing as damn well as he does that this isn't right.
But she wants to give it to him, if it's what he wants. It's because of this that she shifts underneath him, undoing the front of his pants with her free hand, arching into his hand as it roves across her body. ]
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It's because of this that 2B gives in to him, allowing him to take what he must even if it leaves her with nothing. She's spent enough time taking from him, and it's high time he did the same to her. The slow, gradual buildup of his movements hurts for some reason, but his enthusiasm makes up for it. Her tongue is gentle where his becomes desperate, warm and wet and ultimately loving in its gentle laving. As he cups her cheek, 2B melts... only to gasp when his fingers find her hair.
The movement is rough, but not unwelcome. 2B gives beneath his weight, knowing full well she can overpower him if she wanted, but finding that the desire to do so simply isn't there. Her shift rides up her lower belly with the movement, exposing the fact that she isn't wearing anything underneath it. She'd left her usual undergarments on the corpse in the Amusement Park, and hasn't since found a replacement. If she feels bashful towards this, she doesn't show it. Instead, she gently grips his hand, returning his kisses with a furrowed brow and a slow gentleness, knowing as damn well as he does that this isn't right.
But she wants to give it to him, if it's what he wants. It's because of this that she shifts underneath him, undoing the front of his pants with her free hand, arching into his hand as it roves across her body. ]