[ It's obvious that 9S is trying to game her into saying what he wants her to, and while 2B isn't opposed to being blunt, she can't help but note the way he seems to ignite at the verbal interplay happening between the two of them. She assumes that it has to do with the fact that he's always been more cerebrally-oriented as a Scanner model, and while 2B isn't exactly up to par with his analytical skills, she's willing to play this game with him if it continues to elicit this sort of reaction. The warmth of his body and the way he slots perfectly against her is gratifying, to be sure, but what really gets 2B going is the way he's looking at her. Even if he's the one that has her pinned against the table, 2B senses that she's the one that commands almost the entirety of his attention, his motivations... Of his very being, at present.
It almost feels like she's started fucking him before either of them have removed their clothes, and she feels a smug sense of satisfaction from the sentiment.
2B can feel the vague shape of his arousal through the layers of fabric separating them, and as he exhales against her lips, she gently grazes her mouth against his. She tilts her hips upwards as he makes to hook his fingers into the waistband of her underwear, her knees moving towards her chest as he slowly teases them off of her rear. Her teeth catch on her bottom lip as he aids the change in position, more aroused at the way he laughs than anything else he's done to this point.
Need, hot and heady, pools between her thighs, and she's sure that, from this angle, he can probably see the way it glistens as he peels the fabric of her panties off of her. She doesn't want to ask questions, either, and while her prime directive is never far from her mind, 2B is grateful for the complexity of the human psyche as it allows her to bury her doubts for the time being.
She aches beneath him, practically trembling in spite of herself as he continues to taunt her. 2B isn't in the habit of denying him what he wants simply because she can, but again, that glint in his eye tells her that he enjoys this. That's enough for her to keep up the tension, even as she smolders and burns underneath his attentions. In a way, it's much like the entirety of their relationship: 2B wants, desperately, but keeps her desires in check. This time, though, it's purely for 9S' sake and not for Command's.
Still, if she acted purely on her own wants, their positions would be reversed, and he'd already be buried deep inside of her. She's never been one for planning. ]
I'm really not sure why you think you're entitled to hear me say it. After all, you haven't given me incentive to give up anything. Isn't this an equal partnership, 9S?
[ When she looks to his face, she graces him with a ghost of a smile, as devious as it is tender. ]
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It almost feels like she's started fucking him before either of them have removed their clothes, and she feels a smug sense of satisfaction from the sentiment.
2B can feel the vague shape of his arousal through the layers of fabric separating them, and as he exhales against her lips, she gently grazes her mouth against his. She tilts her hips upwards as he makes to hook his fingers into the waistband of her underwear, her knees moving towards her chest as he slowly teases them off of her rear. Her teeth catch on her bottom lip as he aids the change in position, more aroused at the way he laughs than anything else he's done to this point.
Need, hot and heady, pools between her thighs, and she's sure that, from this angle, he can probably see the way it glistens as he peels the fabric of her panties off of her. She doesn't want to ask questions, either, and while her prime directive is never far from her mind, 2B is grateful for the complexity of the human psyche as it allows her to bury her doubts for the time being.
She aches beneath him, practically trembling in spite of herself as he continues to taunt her. 2B isn't in the habit of denying him what he wants simply because she can, but again, that glint in his eye tells her that he enjoys this. That's enough for her to keep up the tension, even as she smolders and burns underneath his attentions. In a way, it's much like the entirety of their relationship: 2B wants, desperately, but keeps her desires in check. This time, though, it's purely for 9S' sake and not for Command's.
Still, if she acted purely on her own wants, their positions would be reversed, and he'd already be buried deep inside of her. She's never been one for planning. ]
I'm really not sure why you think you're entitled to hear me say it. After all, you haven't given me incentive to give up anything. Isn't this an equal partnership, 9S?
[ When she looks to his face, she graces him with a ghost of a smile, as devious as it is tender. ]