It seems that even in the throes of... Whatever this is, it brings him no validation. No calm. In fact, the further this goes, the worse he feels. Whether or not it's the virus' complete doing, he can't be sure. But he pushes on, as if it's the last thing he can do and the last chance for some sort of release. This copy of 2B insists on gentleness, as if it was programmed to seek forgiveness of some kind. He tries being harsh and terrifying, but it brings no intended reaction. It both scares him and pisses him off.
2B is forced on her knees, ass facing his direction and he can't help but pause briefly to marvel at it. A reminder of how he'd done it in the past, how he would catch glances while struggling to keep up from behind. 9S supposes he's always been attracted to her, but never had the courage to act upon it. Opportunities lost, but that doesn't matter anymore. Nothing does.
He roughly undoes the buttons of his shorts, breathing hot and heavy in anticipation for something he's apparently wanted this whole time. There's no time for words anymore, no chance of seeking validation and care in favor of drowning himself in the memory of 2B before vanquishing it forever.
9S loved her. Incredibly so. He loved her so much he wanted to simply surround himself in nothing but 2B. It didn't have to be exhausting missions that led nearly nowhere. So long as they were together.
In burying himself here. In killing the copy in such a ceremonious process, he somehow believes he'll achieve remaining with her forever.
He yanks his shorts down, crawling over 2B with ease and marveling over how much larger he feels. 9S curls his hand around her belly, scrapes nails down the plane of her front panel and arrive just above the curve of her mound. He hisses into her neck, realizing a painful need that's created itself between his legs. It obnoxiously prods at her ass, the underside rolling between its cheeks and bringing a delicious warmth he immediately clings to. 9S feels a sense of anticipation that makes him feel the most alive he's ever felt since he lost her. ]
I loved you. [ He finally says, speaking through a hoarse, cracking voice that deteriorates by each second. His fingers slip between her folds, greedily explore the surprisingly wet flesh and marveling at it. He releases a shaken exhale. ]
But you never loved me...
[ Another choked sob, tears flowing freely against 2B's shoulder. A hiss through gritted teeth before those fingers find her entrance and roughly push two digits inside. ]
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It seems that even in the throes of... Whatever this is, it brings him no validation. No calm. In fact, the further this goes, the worse he feels. Whether or not it's the virus' complete doing, he can't be sure. But he pushes on, as if it's the last thing he can do and the last chance for some sort of release. This copy of 2B insists on gentleness, as if it was programmed to seek forgiveness of some kind. He tries being harsh and terrifying, but it brings no intended reaction. It both scares him and pisses him off.
2B is forced on her knees, ass facing his direction and he can't help but pause briefly to marvel at it. A reminder of how he'd done it in the past, how he would catch glances while struggling to keep up from behind. 9S supposes he's always been attracted to her, but never had the courage to act upon it. Opportunities lost, but that doesn't matter anymore. Nothing does.
He roughly undoes the buttons of his shorts, breathing hot and heavy in anticipation for something he's apparently wanted this whole time. There's no time for words anymore, no chance of seeking validation and care in favor of drowning himself in the memory of 2B before vanquishing it forever.
9S loved her. Incredibly so. He loved her so much he wanted to simply surround himself in nothing but 2B. It didn't have to be exhausting missions that led nearly nowhere. So long as they were together.
In burying himself here. In killing the copy in such a ceremonious process, he somehow believes he'll achieve remaining with her forever.
He yanks his shorts down, crawling over 2B with ease and marveling over how much larger he feels. 9S curls his hand around her belly, scrapes nails down the plane of her front panel and arrive just above the curve of her mound. He hisses into her neck, realizing a painful need that's created itself between his legs. It obnoxiously prods at her ass, the underside rolling between its cheeks and bringing a delicious warmth he immediately clings to. 9S feels a sense of anticipation that makes him feel the most alive he's ever felt since he lost her. ]
I loved you. [ He finally says, speaking through a hoarse, cracking voice that deteriorates by each second. His fingers slip between her folds, greedily explore the surprisingly wet flesh and marveling at it. He releases a shaken exhale. ]
But you never loved me...
[ Another choked sob, tears flowing freely against 2B's shoulder. A hiss through gritted teeth before those fingers find her entrance and roughly push two digits inside. ]