castellae | Ongoing PSL - In-game setting

[ What is it about 2B that seems to get his pulse rate hiked every time? Her sense of constant calm? The aloofness she maintains so flawlessly despite the measures they often have to take? 9S is in a constant state of progress with his manner of gaining knowledge and remaining as versatile as possible, but 2B always seems to shock him with her sense of overall being. Something about her threatens to destroy his sense of logic, and he can't help but question every aspect of her, all while finding himself obsessed with every part of her. ]

[ That... Isn't a thought he likes to tread upon often. Just like that, his pulse quickens, and it seems to work in time to how she closes distance between them to touch his face. Her palm is incredibly warm, the soft velvet of her gloves tickling at the nerve-endings installed beneath the silicon skin that coats him. His ears twitch at her Pod's analysis, at her analysis. In realizing that this is a mutual ground they stand upon, he can't help the way he stares at her like a gaping fish. ]

I-I'm not--

Analysis: Unit 9S is also experiencing a significant spike in Core Temperature. Pulse rate has exceeded normal levels of activity.

[ 9S tenses, not quite capable of ignoring his Pod, but avoiding comment. His internal fans begin to work frantically to cool him from the inside, coolant immediately delivered from the heart-like device in his chest. ]

[ But before it can get any worse, 2B lets go, causing 9S to heave an exhale. He does, however, have to get that last word in. ]

Hey, you're an expert with a facade, I'll give you that. If your gears start moving any faster, you'll need them replaced by the end of the afternoon.

[ A pause, and he tosses the magazine behind him. ]

Fine. You're the boss.

Edited 2017-04-12 08:39 (UTC)

[ 2B isn't aware of 9S' apparent fixation of her, but she's more than conscious of the fascination she holds for him. Every time he speaks, she finds herself listening intently, even if she doesn't always grace him with a response. Every tangent he goes on, every line of thought he deems appropriate to verbalize, is something 2B takes and stores away deep inside of herself.

It's a heavy burden, and it feels like it doubles in weight as her eyes trace the near-perfect "o" shape of his lips, which are rendered so softly and tenderly from the artificial skin grafted over their internal systems. 2B finds herself wanting to smooth her thumb along those, too, if only to see if they're as soft as they look. She's surprised at the amount of effort it takes for her to not do so. ]

You don't know a thing about my gears. [ She murmurs evenly. She feels as though her servos might seize, and she silently curses her own weakness. 2B's eyes follow the trajectory of the discarded magazine from behind her visor, and she follows after it. ]

There's no need to be petulant. You said it yourself: this is valuable intel. [ Kneeling, she picks up the fragile booklet, being careful not to crush it in her hands. ] If my gears corrode, they're your responsibility. Aren't you the one in charge of my maintenance?

[ Wait she's-- She wants to keep it? 9S tilts his head, mostly because he finds such an action strange. Doesn't she know that he's already scanned what he's needed and saved it to the designated folder? 2B is as unreadable as ever, which is almost frustrating for a Scanner model like himself. He usually doesn't get full understanding of her unless he's inside of-- ]

[ Conducting maintenance to her systems. That was an odd manner of thinking. It seems he's still a bit flustered after the touch of her hand. He can still feel it, still hear her internal fans hum and whirr from their close proximity. ]

If your gears corrode, it will be because you're just as interested in what we found as I am. Our programming isn't all that different, you know.

[ Why is he admitting that human sex has intrigued him? Well, he can't be sure. Probably because he's forcing himself to face this from an analytical standpoint before he loses his mind. Still... ]

[ 9S stops a second, quickly grabbing one last magazine from the box. His lips purse, almost meek. ]

Might as well. Human mating rituals aren't exactly a subject we have much intel on. Time to keep moving, then?

[ Even 2B knows that there's no use for her to retrieve the discarded rag, but it's the principle of the thing, really. 9S had seemed rather invested in it. Why wouldn't she want to keep it for him? It was a strange, sentimental line of thinking, probably, but some small part of her is intrigued by the way he'd zeroed in on certain parts of the magazine. ]

I don't think my level of interest even comes close to yours, [ She shoots back, sauntering past him. The rain rumbles distantly, and the ominous creak of metal above them clues 2B in on what's about to happen even as 9S speaks. Moving quickly, she grabs him about the shoulders and throws the both of them to the ground, just out of the way of a large chunk of concrete that collapses from the floor above them. ]

Gh--!

[ 2B acts purely on instinct when she moves the both of them as the rest of the upper floors come tumbling down, metal bars and old concrete crashing onto the secret stash of porn they'd come across. She shields 9S with her body, pressing him against the far wall as she kneels over him, her hands planted firmly above his head as she seeks a way out.

2B doesn't have to wait long until her Pod speaks again. ]

Analysis: Upper portions of structure are compromised. Inclement weather conditions are likely to blame. Secure escape routes are not guaranteed. [ Her Pod slides around the both of them as the rumbling of the building finally ceases, gathering data. ] Proposal: Units 2B and 9S should remain sheltered until an escape route can be secured and communications with Command can be re-established.

[ Sensing that the building has settled, 2B takes stock of their surroundings from her position above her partner. The sinkhole that had brought them to the basement lay far above the both of them, and the rubble that had fallen had only served to make it larger. While using the wreckage as a platform to escape isn't out of the question, the steady downpour of rain from the hole in the roof would likely make conditions less than ideal.

Shifting away from 9S, 2B stands, pressing her back against the wall as she folds her arms across her chest. She says nothing, making way for the brilliant analysis 9S has likely already formulated. ]

[ 9S manages a sigh to 2B's rebuttal, taking the time to gaze at his new magazine he'd taken. The cover is rather gratuitous-- Another woman, this one far bustier than the last. Her genitals look... Surprisingly different. He had known that each body was unique in its own way, but the flesh between her legs seems tighter. Colored differently, though that could be due to the deterioration of the pages. ]

That isn't my fault. I was merely programmed to be as observant as-- Ah!!

[ The room begins to collapse, 2B shoving him to the ground successfully. 9S is forced on his back, the body of his partner sheltering him from the debris and rubble that begin to fall around them. All he's able to manage is the tilt of his head to watch the change of their environment, to witness where each piece falls so he can quickly plan a route of escape. ]

[ 2B's Pod is quick to analyze that such a plan won't work immediately. Judging by the way things have settled with the rain still coming down hard, it's not wrong. ]

Crap. I knew this would happen, but I figured this location had a bit more time than the others. The building seemed much more stable.

[ He sighs, turning his head, and he suddenly halts when he realizes that his face is barely an inch from her breasts. 9S' eyes widen behind his visor, lips parted as he exhales a very quiet sound of surprise. He... It's not like he hadn't paid attention to her shape before, but given what he just got done looking at? His attention is a bit... Hyper-focused on specific content. ]

[ The culprit of that has landed on the ground, opened to an equally brutal set of images of a woman rather passionately penetrating herself with a large, phallic object. He hasn't looked at it yet. ]

U-Um...

[ 2B retracts, allowing him to slowly sit up. The sound he makes is directed at her, but he creates a cover to make it sound like he's pondering. ]

Pod's not wrong. We're closed in. We could use some of that pile-up in the corner to climb out, but it looks like the rain is destroying what little support the rusted metal bars had to begin with.

[ God, his face is so hot. His temperature hasn't adjusted at all, and it seems to keep slowly rising. 9S rubs at the back of his neck as he stands, slowly sauntering over to look up through the hole above them. ]

Given the general behavior of the weather here, I'd give it about an hour or two before this lets up. Damn.

[ 2B inclines her head as 9S speaks. If she'd noticed the way his eyes had lingered over her chest, she makes no show of it. Part of her wonders why she isn't terribly averse to being trapped in a small space with 9S and no other means of outside communication. Part of her knows damn well why. ]

We were careless. I should have been more thorough in my sweep of the area. [ She admits, knowing full well that that means nothing now. ] We should regroup and prepare for the worst. [ 2B's eyes ghost over the new magazine's open face, stopping for a moment as 9S walks out to examine the hole in the ceiling. Kneeling, she lifts the edge of the magazine in much the same way she had done with the other one, taking in the sight of the woman fucking herself with some sort of silicone implement.

Curiously, 2B begins to flip through the pages. Majority of the images in the spreads are of women in various stages of undress, their lower orifices stuffed full with any number of things. The image is faded, but 2B swears she saw a woman with a lit candle poking out of her anus. She's been aroused before, of course; usually in the heat of combat, auxiliary lubrication systems had activated between her thighs, a function of a bygone era. There'd been a time when androids had tried to make themselves more human, and as such, they'd developed newer models with secondary sex characteristics and functions similar to those of the reproductive system in humans. Even so, 2B can't ever recall making faces like the women in this magazine.

As she continues to flip through the (now crumbling) pages of the magazine, 2B quietly speaks. ] I suppose you have more time to scan and analyze this more thoroughly, but stay vigilant.

I'm... Not gonna disagree. In hindsight, I probably should have been a bit more cautious myself. I put myself in charge of the map, after all.

[ But that's neither here nor there. 9S finds himself a bit distracted, even with him being able to make observations and plans. His gaze keeps going right back to that magazine, and when it does, 2B has taken it herself. The embarrassment is gone, for now. It's easy to face things from a logical, objective standpoint, and so he prefers to maintain that for now. ]

[ 9S awkwardly chuckles. ]

Guess this is as good an opportunity as any. I was starting to think how weird it'd be to review these in the Bunker.

[ He walks over, leaning to peek over to what 2B is looking at. ]

Humans... Utilized tools to pleasure themselves?

Man, this is bizarre. The only information I've ever found involved partners. That... Wouldn't that be uncomfortable? The anus is meant to discard waste, not...

[ 9S continues to lean, standing rather close to 2B. He doesn't entirely pay attention to it, especially not when he's busy scanning through this. The soft whine of his camera whispers through their dark surroundings as he zooms in on the image. If he were to be honest, such an action has him rather intrigued. 9S has felt arousal plenty of times, much like 2B, but this is... Different. ]

There's blame to be shared. I'm grateful you're alright.

[ 2B lets the statement hang for what it's worth, noting how distracted 9S appears to be. She watches him surreptitiously as his attention is commanded by the magazine in her hands, and some irrational part of her wants to tear it to pieces. Some strange, illogical notion within her wants him to look at her that way, even if it doesn't make sense.

Her pulse begins to rise as he moves closer in spite of herself, her central systems feeling as if they might begin to overclock. ]

Analysis: 2B-- [ 2B speaks abruptly before her Pod can finish speaking. ] Pod. Cease status reports until further notice. [ Clenching a fist, 2B releases the magazine as she hears 9S' camera hone in on the spread once more, the sound causing something sharp and hot to slide up her spine. ]

... Humans are irrational, [ 2B responds calmly. ] Does their creativity really surprise you at this point? There's no reproductive value in inserting implements into the anal cavity. Such an act is illogical.

Yeah, thanks for having my back.

[ 9S at least pries his attention away to smile at 2B. That sentiment is easy to find, surprising as it is. But it's not the first time 2B has expressed some semblance of care for him. The feeling, however, sort of dies the instant she comes closer and her Pod begins to speak. ]

Wh--

[ It's not entirely hard to tell. 2B's temperature has spiked, and that much is indicated by their close proximity. But he can't be sure as to why she deemed it necessary to shut off status reports. That's somewhat important during missions, isn't it? ]

[ 2B releases her side of the magazine, causing it to partially fall. It dangles from the one hand 9S had to it, and pages begin to fall out from the rusted staples onto the floor. 9S looks a bit lost, but his curiosity remains. ]

Pleasure, maybe? There are nerves inside and around the anal area. I wouldn't call it illogical, per se. I've seen reports of sex being initiated purely for amusement.

[ He clears his throat. ]

Documentation is all I have though. It's not like I know for sure or first-hand.

[ Watching over 9S comes as easily to 2B as fulfilling her objectives does. When he questions her, she says nothing in response, instead willing her internal systems to stabilize. She attempts to run diagnostics on herself, but to no avail; she isn't a Scanner type, or even a proper battle type. Her skillset doesn't have the proper tools for that sort of thing, and as such, all she can do is simmer with feelings she hardly understands.

She's grateful that 9S latches onto her words, and even more grateful still when he gives her an opening to change the subject. ]

Any firsthand experience would likely pale in comparison to whatever it is humans gain from something like this, [ She responds, willing her tone to stay even. ] I don't even think we were outfitted with the proper nerve endings in order to replicate all the variables involved in such an act. We've no need to reproduce, so feeling arousal in any sense is superfluous. An old, outdated remnant of code that serves no purpose.

[ 2B allows herself to talk in order to draw herself away from the devil of an idea that 9S's words plant into her head. She knows he's being innocent in his musings, but she can't help but feel a slight implication to his words. ] I think everything we've found today backs up those reports. I can't see the point of doing any of this solely for reproductive purposes.

[ 9S wrinkles his nose at 2B's dodging of his initial questioning, but as always, he easily becomes distracted by an opportunity to analyze and speak of his findings. The truth of the matter is, the fact that he's found such information is extremely exciting to him. Knowing about humans, about what they are capable of, intrigues him to no end. But it's this particular set of knowledge that he finds himself especially curious of. ]

[ What is it like to be so close? To touch and be touched? If it's such an obsession of human kind, it must have multiple benefits to it other than simply procreation. Does it tie in to romance as it's been indicated to? Would the motive of having sex simply for pleasure tie into romance? Or was it purely a carnal instinct to create offspring? ]

[ 9S could go on and on, so talking about it brings a thrill that is not unlike what a combat model would feel when destroying machines. He kneels down when he realizes the magazine has fallen apart, gingerly putting it back together despite the way it partially disintegrates to his touch. ]

Sure, sexual intercourse is mostly meant for reproducing, so it's pointless for androids on that note.

But they could have updated the basic install software for newer models ages ago. All yoRHa units have a sexual activity program embedded in the OS. It's not pointless to do it if the opportunity is there, though it's kinda frowned upon.

Emotions being prohibited and all that.

[ 9S sounds a bit dejected at that remark. While he may have unintentionally made indications to his interests, it's nowhere far from the truth. As he stands again, he stops, facing 2B. And once again, his eyes fall upon her breasts, look over her frame before he turns his head entirely. Why does such a thing feel indecent? It's likely rude. ]

I'd imagine it would be beneficial for androids to at least know what it's like. Being as close to the human image as we can, while still being... Y'know, efficient...

[ He shrugs. ]

It makes sense, right?

[ 2B knows him well enough to bank on his becoming distracted by his analysis. She's learned to artfully dodge his lines of questioning if they threaten to compromise their objectives, though it's gotten harder and harder as time has worn on. 2B wonders if it's because he knows more than he lets on... or simply because she's growing softer towards him with each cycle that they go through.

She can't deny how soft she's become. How vulnerable. Though she won't verbalize it, she knows it as well as anyone. As an executioner type, she can't afford this. Any of it. ]

They do, but wasn't the sexual fraternization program nixed a long time ago? While it boosted morale, soldiers ran the risk of becoming despondent when their partners fell in battle. [ 2B hadn't been active at that time, but she'd read the records. She supposes that that was what 9S had meant when he'd said "frowned upon." ] I guess it would make sense that fragmented code would remain in newer models... but I haven't experienced a need for it myself.

[ Even behind his visor, 2B can tell that his eyes are travelling southward. Even as he turns his head, she calls to him, sternly. ] What are you looking at?

[ She doesn't answer him, even though she sees what he's getting at. That implication is there again, and it sends a jolt through her systems. Her adrenal pumps activate in response, though she remains stock-still. ] Enough dancing around. What are you getting at?

[ What is he getting at, really? 9S doesn't even know. Well, he does, but he doesn't quite understand the reasoning behind it. Attraction? A need to be just like the humans? He can't be certain. Which is precisely why his attention darts right back to 2B and his hands raise up defensively. ]

What? I wasn't--

I'm not getting at anything! I-I wasn't around for the fraternization program, so all theories I have are based on data I never got.

[ Well, data he once had that was cleared. But he doesn't know that. ]

F-Forget I said anything!

[ 2B understands the want to be close. The want to touch. She isn't sure when it had become evident, but it had, and 9S is at the center of all of her dark, forbidden desires. She can't count how many times she's thought of tracing her fingers along the fullness of his lips, of feeling his skin beneath her fingertips, of bringing her hands to his neck and squeezing until---

That heavy, tight feeling returns to her chest, seizing her systems and causing them to skip. 2B averts her gaze from her partner, grateful for the order she'd given her Pod as her adrenaline pumps cease their thrumming. ]

9S. [ She steps closer to him, an eerie calm coming over her as she closes the distance between them. It's not unlike the calm that overtakes her when she's given the kill order from Command, when she stops to think about it, but there's no directive here. Just herself and 9S. ] I'm not going to forget, so you may as well spit it out.

[ Depraved thoughts are shared on both sides. 9S isn't exactly quiet when it comes to expressing how he feels about anyone or anything. He's even expressed having an attraction to his Operator. Shyness is there, but it doesn't fully control him. It comes from his habitual rambling, his stating of what he sees as result of his model. ]

[ He just hasn't been so open with 2B. It's not like she's easy to read, and she shuts things down quick. Not exactly great for a guy's gumption or ego when he's already so awkward to begin with. ]

[ 2B steps closer, and his gaze goes right back to what it had been doing before. His attention is skewed, the magazine having essentially ruined his manner of processing his surroundings for the time being. He can hear the gentle hum of her motors, feel the heat radiate from her frame against his. 9S' pulse-rate hikes in numbers when he's met with such a calm expression in this close of proximity. ]

2B, I'm telling you, I didn't--

Analysis: Core temperature continuing to rise to problematic levels. Internal fluids have redirected southward, and priorities have been shifted. This can cause interference with mental processing, and may negatively effect scanning capabilities.

[ 9S is forced to silence, finding himself cornered against a wall when his Pod essentially calls him out. ]

...

[ His head dips down, exhaling a sigh. ]

Pod... Discontinue all status reports until further notice.

[ God, the embarrassment in his voice is tangible. That... Likely destroys his argument. ]

[ 2B can't even put a label to what she's feeling; she doubts she ever could. 9S wears his heart on his sleeve, and there's no question about that. By contrast, 2B is quiet. Cold. Calculated. Everything she says is measured, weighed, and measured again before being whittled down to its most efficient. She is so, so unlike 9S that it's a wonder that they get along the way they do.

Other operators have seen their rapport, have even commented on it. Every single statement had been a knife driven further into the back of 2B's neck. None of them knew, and how could they? She'd been created for this. The Commander had told her that the time to act would be soon. It's with that in mind that her hand darts out, fingers curling around the collar around 9S' neck, pulling him closer to her.

2B has been here before. Close, but never quite this much. With her free hand, she reaches out and lowers his visor from his eyes, pulling it down towards his nose. Her expression is thoughtful and impassive behind her own mask, and she makes no moves to lower her own. ]

Look at me and tell me you weren't implying anything.

[ 9S has never been in such a state of embarrassment and... Well... Thrill. He realizes that he's cornered, hasn't quite settled with the fact that his Pod has outed him, but then again? 2B is far from the foolish type. She may be a combat model, but there is still an extreme level of intelligence required to be efficient. There's a way to talk himself out of this, but that ship has sailed. ]

[ It's true that their dynamic is air-tight, and 9S can't imagine himself partnered with anyone else. 2B is an enigma, aloof and often cold, but he can't help how he's drawn to her. How attached he is to her. 2B is the only good thing he has going for him, and he hasn't felt lonely in her presence. He was so fucking lonely. ]

[ His back presses against the wall, as if he may melt into it at any given moment. There's no hiding the state of his being when his internal fans begin to work in overdrive. Coolant is delivered in a white-hot shock, fast enough to force a jolt from him. It's a promise of sensory overdrive that he isn't prepared for. ]

[ 9S' lips part as her hand curls along his collar, the leather of her gloves whispering as they tighten and pull. His eyes are wide, pupils dilating as they're exposed from beyond his combat visor. 9S swallows thickly, uncertain as to why he feels a shock of thrill that shoots from the top of his head, down his spine and to his toes. ]

Wh... What if I had been?

[ 2B watches him, watches the way he swallows hard as his back bumps against the wall, and she sidles even closer. The front of her thigh presses between 9S' legs as she looms over him, tilting his chin upwards as her nose brushes against his. The gray-blue of his eyes is evident even in the gloom of the basement, and her grip on his collar only tightens.

She knows damn well how lonely he's been. It only serves to make her feel even more disgusting, orchestrating a situation like this. She knows a thing or two about loneliness, but she also knows that she has no right treating him this way, knowing what she knows.

Still, 2B persists. The feeling of him, warm and hard against her, is undeniable. Her internal systems find equilibrium in spite of the way euphoria jolts through her nerves at the roughness of her handling of him, and she pulls his visor away fully, leaving his eyes completely exposed. ]

What if you had been. [ She responds, her mouth drawn into a tight line. She doesn't fully know what she's doing, she just knows she wants him. ] This isn't the time for lying to me. You need to tell me what you want.

[ 2B has always maintained a stoic, harsh type of demeanor. The longer 9S sticks around, the more he realizes that he's drawn to it. The way it seems like she's ignoring him, yet she isn't. The harshness of her tone when she speaks to him, yet the gentleness that seems to bleed through at the oddest times. 9S is drawn to a woman who allures him like no other, and he's programmed to take orders. To be a proud soldier. 2B runs the show, and because he's a good soldier, he is thrilled. ]

[ As the combat visor is fully removed, 9S only catches one last glimpse of red warnings that alert him of his high temperature. His fluids will undeniably require being changed after this. Maintenance will come earlier than intended, and questioning will likely follow it. In knowing that? He shivers. ]

[ 9S eyes lock directly with 2B's, almost permanently glued while his lips fall into a fine line. As their noses touch, his neck cranes to better meet her. God, he can feel her heat radiate from her lips. 9S feels a delicious sort of pressure between his legs as she destroys any and all distance between them, sparking a jolt of his hips that is completely unintended. ]

[ His nervousness still exists, still has him pondering what to say. But 9S is also an eager model, curious to the very end. While his shyness may be his undoing in plenty of situations, something in his mind clicks that this may lead to what they had just gotten done scanning through. What he implied bears opportunity. Opportunity to act as humans had, opportunity to learn... ]

[ Opportunity to touch 2B, to be touched. Something shuts down that part of him which dictates that nervousness and a shaken hand reaches for 2B by the wrist, grip tight and insisting. ]

I want to be fucked.

Edited 2017-04-13 05:52 (UTC)

[ That stoicism has served her well during her years of service as 9S' partner, and while she can't speak for him, she knows that it certainly doesn't put him off. She's happy to maintain the status quo between them: she knows that she holds all the cards in their relationship, leaving him vulnerable in places where she isn't.

2B can feel heat radiating off of him in waves, and she moves slowly, warming her gloved palm against the front of his neck. She can feel the shape of his Adam's apple-- so strange, a construct only to make Scanner units appear more human-- underneath the curve of her hand, and she gently cups him there, her thumb gently smoothing along the crook of his neck.

She holds him fast as he jerks against her, and doesn't fight when his fingers encircle her wrist. The movement is so delicate; she knows she could easily crush him. She has crushed him before, with little resistance. When he speaks, she presses the front of her torso to his, her knee crooking in order to roll lazily against the crux of his thighs. ]

By who?

[ It seems that the act of discovery initiates quick. 9S continues to be cornered, pressed hard against the wall as 2B seeks to keep the upper-hand. She can have it. All of it. 9S can't help the rush in knowing that the idea of being roughly handled by his partner excites him beyond words. Such an odd thing to be into, and 9S hadn't expected himself to have such preferences. ]

[ Her hand begins to clench around his neck, prompting a sharp inhale through his nose as he straightens against her. His grip around her wrist tightens, and 2B is not mistaken when she feels that he's pulling at her wrist in order to press that hand into his neck. ]

[ 9S is not much for stoicism, but he wears it now. The analytical part of him ceases any nervousness that could perhaps delay any of this. He wants to feel something, experience being touched by 2B. Ruined by her. Nothing comes to mind that properly explains why he feels this way. ]

[ There may be only brief hesitation in his response, however, but his bashfulness is hidden only in minor silence. 9S keeps a straight look on his face, lips in a fine line despite the way his cheeks dust a darker shade of pink. There's a sudden spark in his eye, a deviousness that hadn't been there previously. Yet a perk of his brow carries innocence, an attempt at looking harmless when he hardly knows what he is doing. 9S deliberately rolls into her knee, both out of need and a curiosity as to what that action might bring. An unexpected sense of friction has his lips briefly twitching, eyes glowing. ]

Unit... 2B.

Edited 2017-04-13 06:48 (UTC)

[ 2B feels a rush of gratification at 9S' willingness to have her push him flush against the wall, and the ghost of a smile spreads across her lips as he pulls her hand more tightly against his neck. It would seem that the cycle never ends, even here. Part of her wants to laugh. Another part wants to weep. All of her wants to give him exactly what he wants, though she knows it goes against her prime directive.

Pulling away, she buries her face into his temple, murmuring hotly against his ear as she roughly yanks him against her. ] How badly?

[ Something hot and bitter begins to well in her gut, lubricant already beginning to darken the fabric of her undersuit between her thighs. This is wrong. So wrong, all things considered. 2B does her best to burn the image of 9S, flushed and lovely, from her mind; she tries to focus on her directive but it does nothing in the face of him. The purity of his expression almost physically pains her.

9S really is a lamb to the slaughter. ]

Is it only me you want? Or are there others? Operator 21O is quite pretty... I'm sure you've considered her, too.

Edited 2017-04-13 07:05 (UTC)

[ If only he had known what is in store for him soon. Multiple resets have left him blissfully unaware. Perhaps this would be bittersweet, perhaps he would be angry. But all 9S knows is he's incredibly drawn to 2B, desperate to be with her in as many ways as he can be. To belong to her. ]

[ The thickness of his coat rustles when it's roughly pulled, the sudden jerk of his body causing a soft grunt from him. His face burns, warnings still alerting him in the back of his mind. Reminding him of that increasing temperature and pulse. The mechanism serving as his heart causes the mock-flesh of his chest to spasm, easily felt between them. ]

[ 9S' neck cranes as her lips come close to his ear, the vibrations of her voice tickling at his senses. He bites his lip, air becoming just a little less easy to breathe when he forces her hand even harder against his neck. The persistent erection having initiated between his legs indicates that he's been ready long enough. Software that hasn't activated before, a tool erecting itself that has never been used. It's as useless as the human appendix, yet 9S finds himself desperate to see what it is capable of. ]

[ He can feel the heat that radiates from between 2B's legs. 9S can't help but wonder how it feels. How it tastes. ]

Nn--

[ His brow twitches, 9S struggles initially to reply. But his tone remains light, curious, yet a touch dark when it comes to how he complies. ]

Maybe once.

But I think of you more than I have anyone else. Stare at. Fantasize about.

[ A sharp gasp. ]

They don't own me like you do.

Edited 2017-04-13 07:17 (UTC)

... Ah...

[ 2B stills at what he says, his words hitting her in places she hadn't known had been capable of feeling them. She presses against him, molding her body flush with his, her pulse accelerating and her internal processes kicking into overdrive. Every breath he sucks in, every noise he makes, every sly glance and murmured syllable makes 2B feel like drowning.

She can feel his artificial heart pounding against her chest, and it makes her ache. She wants to hold him, to cradle him to her; she wants to keep him safe and warm as much as she wants to tear him the fuck apart. The sensation reminds her of the birds they'd seen upon their arrival to the city: fluttering and fragile, so easy to destroy with a sudden, certain movement. As 9S twists and pulls her hand against his neck, her grip tightens, fingertips digging into the sides of his throat. She can feel his pulse, vital and steady beneath her grasp, and her own breath hitches.

Not yet, she thinks to herself. There is no way to preserve his black box while we're trapped here. There's no sense in doing it now.

2B allows her own hips to slot against his, a soft exhalation of breath the only indication that she's feeling this as much as he is. She doesn't say anything in response to him; she can't. His words cut her deep and rob her of speech. Instead, she presses against him, desperate and quiet, the hand not at his throat working deftly at the buttons holding his coat closed.

She needs to be closer to him. Needs to feel more. ]

[ In this particular position, he's essentially incapable of much movement. 2B, given her model, bears much more weight in artillery and equipment than he. So it's quite easy to be successfully cornered. But he's content, thrilled to be trapped by her. She could absolutely destroy him, and he would comply. Wouldn't fight it. Not when he simply just wants her to want him. ]

[ She says nothing. Simply exhales and that much is expected of her. 2B is a woman more of action than words, and god, god he wants that action directed on him. ]

[ 9S cannot put into words why there is something gratifying in her cutting off his oxygen bit by bit. Perhaps it could be argued that such a dangerous preference and curiosity is built in to his systems, complimenting 2B's main obligation. But if that were the case, he would never beg for his life as he has in the past. ]

[ Yet, somehow, that masochism is very much there. Now, at least. ]

Hhkkh--

[ The sound of labored breathing follows the tightening of her grip. 9S tilts his head, bites his lip yet again as air leaves him. His visuals start to glitch, suffer a latency that is kissed with fuzzy images that go in and out. His artificial skin prickles, a spike in his sensory processes that causes a throb through his entire being. Each pulse feeling like a tremor. It's exciting. ]

[ He wants to melt into 2B, to be nothing but hers. To give himself to her completely so he might never feel the pain of loneliness and fear ever again. It is in her grip, in her presence that he matters. ]

[ 9S has one remaining hand, and so he is at least able to assist in the swift removal of his uniform. His artificial heart pounds against his exposed chest. The silicon that shields his robotic skeleton is a glowing ivory, yet inconsistent in color with the grey panels that line along his hips and abdomen. His hand is trembling, but it manages to get the upper half off in her favor. Despite how it shakes, it reaches forward, curious when a gloved hand takes beneath her skirt, gripping her thigh. ]

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