I don't think you really have room to be petulant, [ 2B says simply, leaning back as he comes forward. As he traps her with his arms at her sides, she looks up to his face, feigning a nonchalant expression even as her heart leaps into her throat at how close he is. She shifts underneath him, thighs parting further and coming to settle about his waist, heat threatening to overtake her and leaving her feeling heady. ]

You were the Scanner model. Why don't you figure that out yourself? [ She asks, her eyes falling towards his lips. He's close enough that she can feel his breath mingling with her own, the dark, angry mark on his neck providing ample explanation for his sudden forwardness. In a twisted way, she's grateful to Atollo for bringing them together like this. 2B tilts her head as if to slant her mouth against his, but she doesn't close the distance between them. Not yet.

Even before their arrival here, she's dreamed of this. Of being close, of feeling the way he moves underneath her weight. While 9S currently has the high ground, 2B can't bring herself to mind; the darker, almost unhinged way he regards her only causes arousal to pool warmly at the crux of her thighs, making her needy and almost insistent. ]

Besides... I figured that if that was what you wanted, you'd give it to me on your own.