[ 2B is certain that hormones are to blame; after all, they weren't built to be able to handle the most basic of human processes, even if Atollo saw fit to outfit them with human biology. 2B keenly feels every single emotion that 9S' actions elicit, every hitch of her pulse and stutter of her breath more than evident as he drives his hips into her.
She can tell he's frustrated, and while she puzzles over why, she realizes that she is, too. 2B knows he has her in the most compromising of positions, but she remains seated beneath him, staring up at his face as he practically glowers down at her. She notes the way his lips part, so soft and tender-looking from this angle, and she fights the urge to smirk. Now isn't the time to be smug, after all.
Torturing 9S has never appealed to 2B in any way, but for some reason, the torturous electricity crackling between the both of them gives her as much pleasure as it does agony. When their noses touch, 2B gently brings her arms up to circle around his neck for support, keeping her mouth slanted in relation to his but barely close enough to touch. ]
What, being petulant? [ She half-teases, making a small noise as his hand finds her ass. 2B crooks her thigh about his waist, slowly rolling her hips upwards into his; she may not be as practiced at sexual congress as 9S, but she's done this enough to know how to initiate. Her eyelashes flutter as she nudges her nose against his, breathing deep; honestly, she's happy to have him here. This close. Whole and unbroken.
It's a stark contrast to the lascivious way her body reacts to his attentions, but it's the truth all the same. 2B is grateful to be free of their wretched cycle, at least for the time being. ]
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She can tell he's frustrated, and while she puzzles over why, she realizes that she is, too. 2B knows he has her in the most compromising of positions, but she remains seated beneath him, staring up at his face as he practically glowers down at her. She notes the way his lips part, so soft and tender-looking from this angle, and she fights the urge to smirk. Now isn't the time to be smug, after all.
Torturing 9S has never appealed to 2B in any way, but for some reason, the torturous electricity crackling between the both of them gives her as much pleasure as it does agony. When their noses touch, 2B gently brings her arms up to circle around his neck for support, keeping her mouth slanted in relation to his but barely close enough to touch. ]
What, being petulant? [ She half-teases, making a small noise as his hand finds her ass. 2B crooks her thigh about his waist, slowly rolling her hips upwards into his; she may not be as practiced at sexual congress as 9S, but she's done this enough to know how to initiate. Her eyelashes flutter as she nudges her nose against his, breathing deep; honestly, she's happy to have him here. This close. Whole and unbroken.
It's a stark contrast to the lascivious way her body reacts to his attentions, but it's the truth all the same. 2B is grateful to be free of their wretched cycle, at least for the time being. ]