[ 2B can practically feel the virus tearing him apart from the inside, though she's powerless to stop it. She doesn't have her Pod to diagnose or provide a solution for whatever it is that's causing 9S to behave so erratically, and she herself isn't capable to helping him in that regard, either. Any attempts she makes to help him will also likely be violently rejected, likely, so she truly feels that the odds are stacked against her.
9S practically ravages her mouth as she openly accepts him, slow and gentle. His teeth bite and bruise her lips as his tongue takes what it will, his hands moving roughly over the fabric covering her body. 2B holds him gently because it's what she's always wanted, consciously or unconsciously, even as his hands tear open the fabric of her dress and leave her exposed. It isn't long before he has her leotard in shreds, but 2B persists in her tenderness, even when she senses that he might very well try to do to her skin what he's just done to her clothing.
2B has her eyes closed as his snap open, and when he halts, she doesn't bother. She molds against him while she can, warm and delicate, leaving herself open while taking nothing in return. She's already taken so much from him. It only stands to reason that he should have his turn.
When the inevitable break of her affection comes, it comes violently. 2B's hands fall away as he grabs her, causing her to gasp. She catches a glimpse of his tears, and it only serves to cause her brows to knit together, her own eyes red from weeping. She wants to caress his cheek, to wipe them away... but the position he has her in makes that impossible. The corruption of his voice further drives the point home, and as he issues his demands, she doesn't argue.
The terrible virus that's taken hold of him has already begun to take its toll. 2B knows it's only a matter of time before it spreads to her own systems once he's inside of her, and once again, she has to admire the irony of their situation. Sexual congress was often seen as an act of love between humans. Not always, of course, but commonly so. How ironic that 9S is likely going to use it as an avenue to kill her.
She'd never been so merciful to do the same for him. Or so cruel.
2B does as she's bade, her clothing in tatters. There's no hesitation in her movements, no uncertainty whatsoever; she supports her weight on her knees and hands, facing away from him. She feels a twisted sense of satisfaction in knowing that the both of them are likely going to die together here in this strange, white place, and though tears flow freely from her eyes again, she can't help but smile. ]
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9S practically ravages her mouth as she openly accepts him, slow and gentle. His teeth bite and bruise her lips as his tongue takes what it will, his hands moving roughly over the fabric covering her body. 2B holds him gently because it's what she's always wanted, consciously or unconsciously, even as his hands tear open the fabric of her dress and leave her exposed. It isn't long before he has her leotard in shreds, but 2B persists in her tenderness, even when she senses that he might very well try to do to her skin what he's just done to her clothing.
2B has her eyes closed as his snap open, and when he halts, she doesn't bother. She molds against him while she can, warm and delicate, leaving herself open while taking nothing in return. She's already taken so much from him. It only stands to reason that he should have his turn.
When the inevitable break of her affection comes, it comes violently. 2B's hands fall away as he grabs her, causing her to gasp. She catches a glimpse of his tears, and it only serves to cause her brows to knit together, her own eyes red from weeping. She wants to caress his cheek, to wipe them away... but the position he has her in makes that impossible. The corruption of his voice further drives the point home, and as he issues his demands, she doesn't argue.
The terrible virus that's taken hold of him has already begun to take its toll. 2B knows it's only a matter of time before it spreads to her own systems once he's inside of her, and once again, she has to admire the irony of their situation. Sexual congress was often seen as an act of love between humans. Not always, of course, but commonly so. How ironic that 9S is likely going to use it as an avenue to kill her.
She'd never been so merciful to do the same for him. Or so cruel.
2B does as she's bade, her clothing in tatters. There's no hesitation in her movements, no uncertainty whatsoever; she supports her weight on her knees and hands, facing away from him. She feels a twisted sense of satisfaction in knowing that the both of them are likely going to die together here in this strange, white place, and though tears flow freely from her eyes again, she can't help but smile. ]