[ 2B knows she loves 9S, without so much of a shadow of doubt. While the years have only proven to make them closer to one another, 2B can't help but feel that this is the furthest away from him that she's ever been; she can't tell what he's thinking, and the thought scares her. It's unfair, surely, but it's true. She knows his tells like the back of her hand, but this 9S is different from the rest. She can see the agony in his eyes, feel it in the way his fingers dig into her skin, and it causes something deep and dark to churn in her gut.
2B's legs give way underneath him easily, her ankles coming to rest upon his shoulders as he moans, his cock throbbing needily within her. She looks to his face as she adjusts, vision blurry from the initial surprise of him filling her, and she reaches upwards to wrap her arms around his neck, fingers curling into the short hairs at the back of his head.
She adores him. It's clear in the way she looks at him. When he rolls his hips into hers, she hisses, fingers tangling in his hair as her walls cling to his girth. Every little movement on his part causes sparks to fly behind her eyes, though she remains relatively quiet. Though her body welcomes, no, ushers, him into itself, her mind whirs with worry. With doubt.
Still, she makes no effort to stop him. Being this close to 9S has always felt right, and she's in no position to deny it now. In her compromised position, she can't do much but clench and squeeze around him, her gaze heady with need and not a small amount of sadness as she looks to his face. ]
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2B's legs give way underneath him easily, her ankles coming to rest upon his shoulders as he moans, his cock throbbing needily within her. She looks to his face as she adjusts, vision blurry from the initial surprise of him filling her, and she reaches upwards to wrap her arms around his neck, fingers curling into the short hairs at the back of his head.
She adores him. It's clear in the way she looks at him. When he rolls his hips into hers, she hisses, fingers tangling in his hair as her walls cling to his girth. Every little movement on his part causes sparks to fly behind her eyes, though she remains relatively quiet. Though her body welcomes, no, ushers, him into itself, her mind whirs with worry. With doubt.
Still, she makes no effort to stop him. Being this close to 9S has always felt right, and she's in no position to deny it now. In her compromised position, she can't do much but clench and squeeze around him, her gaze heady with need and not a small amount of sadness as she looks to his face. ]