[ 9S knows her just as well as she knows him, though he likely doesn't know it. It's true that their human bodies are markedly less useful than their original forms, but 2B finds that she's growing used to hers; it's soft and much more easily damaged, as well as sluggish and incapable of withstanding averse weather conditions for overly long... but it's also privy to a host of emotion and sensation that she's never known before. Simply existing within it feels almost like overstimulation most of the time, but 2B finds that she craves the sensation of touching and being touched, especially when 9S is involved. Whether this is due to Atollo's influence or her own is anyone's guess.
When his fingers find her arousal, gentle and exploratory, 2B bites back a soft sound, her thighs part further with need... only to be met with disappointment as he withdraws his hand as quickly as he brings it down between her legs. The arms she has around his neck press her palms flat against his back as he leans closer, pulling him flush against her as she gives a soft, low moan at the sight of him examining the way her juices coat his fingers.
Still, when she speaks, it's surprisingly even. ]
What do you get from hearing me say it? [ 2B asks, though she damn well knows the answer. Her breath catches as he tastes what he has of her on his fingers, her eyelashes fluttering. She doesn't know why she finds that as arousing as she does, but it causes her brow to furrow and her composure to fracture, her thighs coming up to bracket his waist as her ankles cross over each other, holding him in place. She sucks in a mouthful of air through her teeth, suddenly flustered as she finds that she can't meet his gaze anymore.
God, she wants him. More than anything. That hasn't ever changed, and likely never will. 2B isn't sure how long she can keep up this battle of attrition, but for his sake, she's trying. With her hips pressed flush against the fabric of his pants, she slowly rolls against him, fingertips curling into the material of his coat. ]
That's... generous of you, [ She breathes. ] But you're gonna have to work a little harder than that to get it.
[ With that, she props herself up, planting a slow, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth as she pulls him forward with her legs. 2B wants to see how far she can take this until one (or both) of them breaks, even if she feels that it might be her. ]
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When his fingers find her arousal, gentle and exploratory, 2B bites back a soft sound, her thighs part further with need... only to be met with disappointment as he withdraws his hand as quickly as he brings it down between her legs. The arms she has around his neck press her palms flat against his back as he leans closer, pulling him flush against her as she gives a soft, low moan at the sight of him examining the way her juices coat his fingers.
Still, when she speaks, it's surprisingly even. ]
What do you get from hearing me say it? [ 2B asks, though she damn well knows the answer. Her breath catches as he tastes what he has of her on his fingers, her eyelashes fluttering. She doesn't know why she finds that as arousing as she does, but it causes her brow to furrow and her composure to fracture, her thighs coming up to bracket his waist as her ankles cross over each other, holding him in place. She sucks in a mouthful of air through her teeth, suddenly flustered as she finds that she can't meet his gaze anymore.
God, she wants him. More than anything. That hasn't ever changed, and likely never will. 2B isn't sure how long she can keep up this battle of attrition, but for his sake, she's trying. With her hips pressed flush against the fabric of his pants, she slowly rolls against him, fingertips curling into the material of his coat. ]
That's... generous of you, [ She breathes. ] But you're gonna have to work a little harder than that to get it.
[ With that, she props herself up, planting a slow, lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth as she pulls him forward with her legs. 2B wants to see how far she can take this until one (or both) of them breaks, even if she feels that it might be her. ]