[ Even in a human form, 9S craves validation. It doesn't really matter from who, per se, but something about 2B's presence makes that desire almost insatiable. Once, he could just blame it on programming. Even if, logically, that wasn't the case, it just made things easier. As a human? 9S is almost desperate for any sort of attention when it comes to her. So this is more than enough, and she's right when she points out his sulking. They're both at fault, honestly, but he's far too pent up to admit it.
She wants him to make a move. That much is clear. It's both thrilling and terrifying all the same, even if he's confident in what he's learned. With 2B it's... It's different. Any woman he's bedded with has been purely for survival, even if he's developed close friendships out of it. There was still a sort of empty feeling every time he would roll out of bed and get dressed.
2B's thighs part while she leans against that table, body pressed to it where she seems so goddamn casual and aloof. As always. It makes his blood boil, his heart race. If she wants him to make the first move, maybe he'd get away with pushing her onto that table and ruining her right there. Showing her that she's made the wrong choice in sexual partners. That sense of entitlement and possessiveness grows by the second, and 9S rolls his eyes when she so kindly accuses him of sulking. ]
Fine.
[ He'll do something about it. If 2B wants him to take the reins and start this, he'll oblige. It's usually her leading the way, and him merely giving directions. 9S comes closer, arms reaching out to frame 2B at either side. They abruptly grab at the table, knuckles turning white. There's enough adrenaline here that there's little to no hesitation. They've established a matching want for each other? Fine. It's time to do something about it.
But he doesn't touch her yet. Even as his neck cranes to better regard her, their lips don't touch. ]
I'm almost disappointed, 2B. You were the combat model. Why not just take?
[ You've done it for everything else. Plenty of times before. ]
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She wants him to make a move. That much is clear. It's both thrilling and terrifying all the same, even if he's confident in what he's learned. With 2B it's... It's different. Any woman he's bedded with has been purely for survival, even if he's developed close friendships out of it. There was still a sort of empty feeling every time he would roll out of bed and get dressed.
2B's thighs part while she leans against that table, body pressed to it where she seems so goddamn casual and aloof. As always. It makes his blood boil, his heart race. If she wants him to make the first move, maybe he'd get away with pushing her onto that table and ruining her right there. Showing her that she's made the wrong choice in sexual partners. That sense of entitlement and possessiveness grows by the second, and 9S rolls his eyes when she so kindly accuses him of sulking. ]
Fine.
[ He'll do something about it. If 2B wants him to take the reins and start this, he'll oblige. It's usually her leading the way, and him merely giving directions. 9S comes closer, arms reaching out to frame 2B at either side. They abruptly grab at the table, knuckles turning white. There's enough adrenaline here that there's little to no hesitation. They've established a matching want for each other? Fine. It's time to do something about it.
But he doesn't touch her yet. Even as his neck cranes to better regard her, their lips don't touch. ]
I'm almost disappointed, 2B. You were the combat model. Why not just take?
[ You've done it for everything else. Plenty of times before. ]