castellae | Ongoing PSL - In-game setting

[ He hadn't taken 2B to be inefficient. This is... Ridiculously inefficient. 9S is shocked, because his initial observations of anyone aren't usually wrong. This is flat-out neglect. Many of the issues he's finding being so simple to fix when they first start, but can so easily lead to requiring replacement if they go unchecked. He looks worried, because he can't help it. ]

Sluggish? I'm surprised it's running at all. At this rate, you'll need a full replacement. I can't do anything about this from a software level.

[ He squints at the errors firing off regarding her nerve sensors. How... Really? She must be practically numb. Or in constant pain. He can't be sure. 9S is functioning purely on an analytical level when he leans down and pinches her arm. ]

Can you feel that?

[ It definitely isn't like 2B to fall into such a state of disrepair; she can hear the incredulity in 9S' voice, and part of her feels... sheepish. A little embarrassed. What is wrong with her? Still, she shows no outward signs of this, her eyes moving to his face. She can see his furrowed brow from beneath his visor, and it puts a heavy weight on her chest. ]

... No. [ She says, completely honest. The constant pain had been an issue in the beginning, but she'd ignored it. Now she hardly feels anything, and while that had its uses in combat, she knows that it makes her inefficient. She's prone to be labelled a liability at this rate. ]

... Should I see the medics instead? Are you equipped to handle hardware issues as a scanner type?

[ He can't imagine what mentality goes behind ignoring maintenance issues outright. There's something rather indicative of something wrong with 2B in terms of her mental state. That can be the only answer. No android willingly goes without repairs if they're needed. His gut wrenches, heart seemingly pained to see how many error messages pop up one after another. He isn't certain why he's so emotionally compromised facing this, but he doesn't feel that he should question it. 2B's health is crucial to all missions, and he's in charge of her stability and well-being. Because of this, he wears a bit more of a serious composure.

With the swipe of his hand, 9S forced the projection to the side so he can better face 2B. It's hard, for whatever reason, but his worry takes the front seat. Gently, he reaches down to usher her up. ]

Depends entirely on how bad it is. I might be able to do a simple fix, if a replacement isn't required. C'mon, sit up for me?

[ Should she comply, 9S seats himself on her bed. He crosses his legs, facing her completely. He points to her abdomen. A bit meek when he starts to speak again. ]

I um. Just need to open the front panel of your abdomen. Could you unbutton your top? Y-You don't need to do it all the way. Just enough for me to take a look.

[ 2B hadn't realized just how far into disrepair that she's fallen, but seeing the seriousness that clouds 9S' features clues her in. She knows she's being careless, that her prime directive should be at the forefront of her list of priorities, but something inside of her shifted between the time she'd last killed him until now. The world seemed to hold nothing more for her, especially in the wake of the fact that 9S was going to return, completely unaware of who she is and what he means to her.

2B complies easily, sitting up. She says nothing as she does as she's bade, undoing her skirt and lifting her top, pushing the upper part of her leotard down so he can more easily access her front panel.

She knows it's overkill. But some disgusting part of her can't help it. ]

[ He can easily face most grave situations from a logical standpoint. Not allow himself to get too scared or nervous when he's faced with something that requires finesse. But he's got his faults, his weaknesses, and 9S is discovering that for whatever reason, 2B is one of them. He's mentally prepared to open her up and get this done quickly without much guilt or nerve.

And then she completely goes topless.

9S had his gaze locked on her abdomen. Prepared to keep his glance there and pay attention to nothing else. But when everything comes off and he's met with her breasts squeezing out from her leotard, he halts. 9S' eyes widen, and he's thankful for the cover that his combat visor gives. But that doesn't hide the brows that raise. His pulse-rate is spiking again, heart mechanism pounding against his chassis. ]

O-Or that. That works, too.

[ His voice cracks there, cheeks colored. 9S struggles to shake out of that, but he manages once he gets to work on opening up her front panel. He hesitates at first, especially because he realizes fast that it's hard not to stare at her tits. And he isn't entirely sure why they're a distraction to begin with. It's not like he hasn't seen a naked android before. But.... They weren't activated yet.

Somehow this is different. 9S feels something shift inside of him, but he ignores it for now. Once he's exposed to her wiring and panel, he can find some focus. Her circuits aren't fried, thankfully, and that brings a sigh of relief. ]

It'll take a few moments but....

[ 9S leans to the side, zooming his camera in further toward her insides. ]

I think I can take care of this. Nothing's sparking or overheating. Your nerve-circuits burned out, but I think I can salvage them.

You... Really shouldn't avoid routine maintenance going forward. I'll keep it in check going forward, don't worry.

[ 2B keeps her eyes locked on his face, knowing damn well what her stripping down like this will do to him. A small, selfish part of her feels satisfaction in knowing that she still has this sort of effect on him regardless of his memories, but she keeps her expression as stoic as ever. With the top portion of her dress bunched up around her neck, she imagines she looks a little bit like those human women in that magazine that they had found in that basement an eternity ago, if one didn't take into account the fact that her abdominal chassis was open and vulnerable, exposing the wires underneath.

She can practically feel the way his eyes linger over her bare chest beneath his visor, the coloring of his cheeks giving her a more explicit indicator than any of his behavior.

At what he says next, she inclines her head, remaining stock still as she lowers her gaze. 2B can't deny that she wants him closer, and the feeling of being so vulnerable in front of him sparks an almost Pavlovian response within her. She feels hot, though she knows she has no reason not to; he's performed maintenance on her a countless number of times before. The last cycle seems to have added a strange, hungry sensation to the feeling of being laid bare beneath his eyes, though, and 2B focuses on quelling the urge even as her body seems to prepare itself for something that... hadn't happened in nearly a month.

What on earth is wrong with her? ]

... Sorry for the trouble, and thanks for the assist. [ 2B manages, curt as ever. She does her best not to shift, but she can't help it; a familiar awareness begins to build between her thighs the more she feels him look at her, and she squeezes them together in response. ]

[ It's... Certainly an interesting position she's in. 9S tries to bury himself in his work, but he can't help his gaze wandering here and there. 2B's breasts are quite perfect in their shape, a generous size and pale under the light. Delicate, pink nipples that continuously catch his eye and make this the most difficult maintenance session since his activation period. He isn't sure why. Normally this doesn't bother him but something about 2B does..

He doesn't realize that a similar Pavlovian response has effected him... Elsewhere. 9S is so drawn in to the act of repairing his partner, he pays no attention at all to the tent he's pitched in his shorts. Call it unawareness of the software that's still activated.

He forces his gaze down, it shows in his posture that he's trying. For a moment, he's silent as he tinkers around in her abdomen, delicately fussing with wires and ports. Disconnecting and reconnecting receptors all while making sure he doesn't intentionally power her down. 9S has an extremely delicate hand, and while it takes a lot of troubleshooting and referring to the projection that still hovers beside him, eventually? He gets her at 100%. Distractions and all. ]

Any... time.

[ He's delayed in his response, tongue darting out to the side when he leans in. ]

Ok. I disconnected your nerves while they cooled down. Should be fixed now. There were just a few snags in the wiring that I was able to sauder back together.

I'm gonna reconnect them now. It might hurt or be overwhelming. Fair warning.

Ok.

And...

[ 9S switches her nerve receptors back on, bracing himself should something spark or hurt her. That seems to keep the heat he's felt building up at bay. ]

[ 2B knows him well enough to be able to see when he's actively trying to focus, and part of her feels guilt for baiting him the way she is. She wants to know if some part of him remembers anything about the intimacy they'd shared, desperate to the point of doing this while he's tinkering around with her insides and uncaring of whether or not he might hurt her as a result of her distracting him. She watches him in silence, not noticing the way something in his pants seems to strain against the fabric, knowing that she's in good hands.

Her faith in him is unshakeable, and it's because of this that she feels even more guilty for the fact that she knows that he feels the same way. 9S would never, ever do anything to hurt her, while she was created to destroy him.

2B braces herself when he warns her, fingers tangling in the sheets beneath her as he works. All the bracing in the world couldn't have prepared her for the deluge of sensation that comes crashing down on her, however, causing her to feel like every wire in her body is shorting. It hurts like a bitch, but at the same time... Well.

The noise that rips past 2B's lips is somewhere between pain and ecstasy as her nerve receptors are reactivated, her body writhing and shuddering in response. She grips the sheets and does her best not to thrash, gasping for air.

Loath as she is to admit it, the slickness between her thighs has only increased. She can only imagine that she looks even more like those ridiculous women in those porn mags they'd found, her chin spit-slick and her eyes threatening to roll to the back of her head. ]

[ 9S had been prepared for damage control, to help her brace herself in case anything went wrong in the reconnection. But all scans told him it should be fine. 9S powers off his projection, but he doesn't have time to fully disconnect from 2B when she cries out in...

Pain? Pleasure? That noise is so confusing.

9S jolts, his connection to her causing a misfire of communication that seems to make him acutely aware of how this has effected her. His visuals begin to glitch and blank in and out, firing off something that he doesn't quite understand. But he grunts, shocked as if he'd been electrocuted. Frantically, 9S disconnects his network connection to her, inhaling a sharp breath as he braces himself with his fingers into the sheets. He can't at all begin to understand what this is, but he's incredibly uncomfortable and the pressure between his legs increases in strength. It fucking hurts. ]

--!

[ Quickly, he shuts her front panel, despite the way his hands are shaking. 9S' gaze looks up to 2B, his face flushed and incredibly surprised. She throws her head back, body trembling and lips dribbling with saliva and he can't help but be completely captivated by it. He doesn't get it. He doesn't understand, and he still hasn't noticed the growing need between his legs. ]

H--Ah. 2-2B...

You okay?

[ Though she can't do much thinking, she gets a sick sense of satisfaction in knowing that 9S is still connected to her; not in the pain that it causes him, but in the fact that he's closer to her than he has been in what feels like an eternity. Part of her wants to reach out to him, though she has enough sense not to.

When the bombardment of sensation subsides, 2B is left fighting for air, her abdominal panel closed and the crux of her thighs a dripping mess. She leans her head against the wall, dazed and barely registering his question, bringing a gloved hand up to gather her skirt more carefully atop her legs. 2B wouldn't be surprised if 9S noticed the wet mess of fluid covering her inner thighs at this point, but she isn't about to go out of her way and show him.

With her breathing regulating, 2B brings a hand to her face, brushing a few long strands of white hair out of her eyes. ]

... I'm fine, [ She responds breathlessly, turning her gaze to his face. 9S looks flushed and lovely as ever, and something inside of her aches. ] You... felt that, too, didn't you. [ Not a question. ] Are you okay?

... Thanks again. For the assist. I didn't realize my systems were so shot.

Edited 2017-04-18 01:20 (UTC)

[ 9S feels his internal temperature spike, his coils burning up. Something about that entire reaction lingers, and it takes 9S just as long, if not longer to recover. But there's a lingering sensation, a longing that remains with which he remains alluded. His gaze stares upon 2B, a flushed and wet mess against the wall, and his glance only briefly shifts down to see that a flood of lubricant has soaked her thighs and the sheets beneath her. She... That aroused her?

9S is fully aware that the software still exists, but it's rare that it's ever activated. Especially outside combat situations. He stares at her like a deer in headlights, blinking furiously and shaking his head when he can tell she's asking him a question. ]

I-I um, yeah. Yeah I'm fine, I just should have... Disconnected first. That was an oversight on my behalf, no worries.

[ He exhales heavily, hand at the back of his head. 9S looks down as he speaks. ]

You should be all green now. Might be best that I do a final scan to make...

[ His eyes fall upon the tightness between his legs, the tool that has activated completely on its own. 9S' eyes widen from behind his visor, cheeks coloring red. It's easy to remain completely mechanical in the face of this but... why? ]

When...

I didn't activate that software. Why in the hell am I...

[ Hard? Erect? Saying those words proves impossible. 9S promptly covers himself, stammering. ]

Oh god, I-I'm sorry. I never activated this. I had no idea this even happened, it must have glitched out in that connection and caused a malfunction.

[ 2B watches him quietly as he recovers, not realizing how much she missed the sight of him like this. Her own face is flushed with fluid, lips pouty and glistening with wetness in the half-light of the room, and when she feels his eyes on her, she meets his gaze evenly through half-lidded eyes. She doesn't even flinch when his stare moves downward, instead clenching her jaw as she pushes off of the wall.

If the molten ache between her thighs was bad before, it's unbearable now, leaving her feeling soft and swollen. With all of her operations functioning normally, 2B is more keenly aware of the need she feels for him, long-neglected as it's been. Part of her wants to get angry at him; he did this to her, he made her want to go against her prime directive... But at the same time, she knows that the blame rests squarely on her own shoulders.

Her expression is soft as she watches him come to the realization of the implement tenting in the front of his pants, and she moves across the bed with slow deliberation, propping herself up on her hands and knees before him. When he covers himself, she reaches out for his hands, making to remove them. ]

Don't. [ She murmurs. ] I know you didn't. It's not a glitch. [ 2B raises her eyes to his face, lust and not a little bit of sadness coloring her features. With a marked gentleness, she attempts to pull him onto the bed with her, making space so he can sit comfortably. ]

We don't... Need to leave immediately. If you don't want to.

[ The last time she'd said those words had been in that cavern filled with Lunar Tears. 2B had thought she'd be prepared for this, but having him here again fills her with a longing she can't begin to hope to understand. ]

[ 9S is incredibly embarrassed, realizing the implications of such an accident. He's just met her! Or... Wait. Has he? Has he always known her? 9S begins to think again about the fact that her name had been plastered all over his internal code. Hidden away. Deliberate. It had to have been deliberate. And something that 2B says about it not being an accident only seems to help him draw to more conclusions about the two of them. ]

It's... it's not?

[ Then what the hell is it? Why was this active? Why is he feeling so incredibly reliant on 2B and seeing so much about her throughout the entirety of him? 2B ushers him closer to her, and he can't deny her. He doesn't want to be far away from her at all, and the way she looks at him shoots him to the very core. His mechanical heart rapidly beats against his chassis, internal wires coiled up and tight. She so breathlessly, sweetly tells him they don't have to leave and he feels something tighten and threaten to come undone inside of him. ]

2B...

[ He's so confused. He has so many questions, but he's far too distracted by her to ask them. {

[ 2B's expression is gentle, a quiet sort of desperation brewing just beneath the surface. She knows that this is wrong, that she can't do this again; but she also promised herself that the last time would be the final instance where she'd kill him for the sake of her programming. She shakes her head at his question, wanting desperately to give him all the answers she has... but she holds back. Now isn't the time. Not so soon. ]

It's a carryover from a few models back. If anything, it's working as intended.

[ When he gets onto the bed with her, 2B reaches for his hands again. Need, hot and sticky, rolls and boils in her gut, but his hesitancy stops her from acting upon it. Holding his hands in her own, she gently ghosts her lips against his knuckles, shaking as her eyes flutter shut. ]

I'm sorry. [ She murmurs, breath gusting warm against his palms. ] I don't know... How to deal with any of this. [ 2B wants, more than anything, to be close to him, so close that she can't tell where her identity ends and his begins. It's a want that borders on obsession, and when it couples with her sadness and guilt, it threatens to overwhelm her. ]

[ Where is all of his coming from? Both on her end and his? 9S becomes instantly suspicious of something he can't be sure of. But it's becoming abundantly clear that she is not a stranger. And that fact alone confounds him. 9S comes close to 2B, shoulders touching and his hands held in her own without any protest. She kisses his knuckles, expresses herself in a way that is so very much different than what it was a few hours ago.

It could make sense. But it's as if he doesn't want it to. Not if it means his theory is correct, and that his contingency was made by him.

9S swallows thickly, staring at her lips that seem so deliciously soft. He wants to taste them, to taste her, but he still isn't sure if he's supposed to. But something is dictating him to do otherwise. 9S is completely confused, lost, and maybe a bit scared because of it, but there's a thrill that keeps him from running away. A need to be close to her. 9S doesn't understand, but what he does understand is that he needs her.

So, he adjusts, lowering his head and willing himself to relax against her. As her lips dust across his knuckles, he only barely pulls them away to curiously touch her face. To hold it there. There's uncertainty in his features, but he shows no sign of hating this. ]

I don't either...

But... I...

Do I already know you? Have... Have I lost something?

[ 2B's eyes open and look to his face again when his shoulder nudges hers, though she doesn't release his hands. 2B feels hot, feverish; her systems, having been recently restored, kick into overdrive just by being next to 9S, and she feels like she could combust. He doesn't stop her, but she can see the confusion on his face even with his visor in the way.

She doesn't know about any contingency, though again, it likely wouldn't surprise her. All 2B knows is that 9S is here, whole and real, and while it isn't her Nines, it's close enough that need continues to gnaw away at her. Lowering his hands from her lips, she looks to his face at his question, and she swears that the artificial chambers of her heart crumble and dissolve.

Leaning close, she nudges the side of his face with her nose, closing her eyes. She reels trying to think of an answer, knowing she can't lie to him again. ]

... I don't know.

[ 2B says this softly, her lips grazing along his jawbone. The breaths she takes are shuddering and hot, almost as if they're bordering on sobs. Her eyes, thankfully, remain dry. ] Do you feel like you know me?

[ The overload of stimuli is almost too much to bear, but 9S finds himself willingly drowning in it. There are so many questions, so many needs, but all he can manage to hang onto then most is the feeling of 2B against him. Soft, yet hard where she needs to be. Her heat radiates off of him in waves, causing his systems to practically scream in protest but he can't back away. He doesn't want to.

9S feels like he has no idea who he is... That something is missing. But all of it is held within 2B. And so, he clings to it naturally. She doesn't answer his question, not in the way he seeks her to, but there's no room for questioning or arguing when her lips graze along his jawline, warm and soft.

He exhales, craning his neck in her favor, finding himself incapable of focusing on anything else but this. Perhaps he'll learn more in letting this happen, in allowing such a dated software to run him completely. For him to intermingle with 2B until his entire self is completely her. Something akin to a moan or whimper falls from his lips, the hands at her face falling to her shoulders, then to her thighs. ]

I...

[ He bites his lip, timid and meek as ever. Should he be? ]

I do.

2B I... I don't know what's going on. I need--

[ You. It's embedded in him. Running his entire being. ]

[ 2B can feel the sensory overload slowly beginning to build deep within her, her processors already kicking into overdrive as she gently presses her lips against the column of 9S' neck. She's been spending so much time trying not to think that she hadn't realized how much she missed him, and her complete and utter need of him extends much farther than the physical. Now that she has him here, she can scarcely help herself; it takes everything in her power not to attempt to take him without hesitation, knowing full well that she's taken so much from him already.

When he gives her more access to his neck, she doesn't hesitate, planting kisses across the expanses of skin she hasn't yet reached. When his hands fall to her thighs, she gently grasps them, bringing them to her still-bare chest after a moment's hesitance. She pauses between kisses in order to bury her face in the crook of his neck, moving slow enough to feel like she might overheat from inaction. ]

... Don't. Don't think, [ She mutters, soft and desperate. ] Stop me... If it's not what you want. Otherwise... I don't think I can hold back.

[ 2B's voice is low and dark, her mouth moving upwards towards the shell of his ear. She gently suckles at his ear lobe, gently rolling the skin between her teeth. ]

[ This would be different, had he recalled their last rounds of intimacy. But the fact of the matter is that he doesn't remember a thing, and something is telling him that he's forgotten so much. He has no basis for it yet, no confirmation, but that curiosity will destroy him. Literally and figuratively. But 9S can't bring himself to move away or deny 2B, because there's this part of him that is permanently geared towards being with her. Making her happy.

He was so lonely.

But even in that loneliness, it's not the true driver of his affection for 2B. It doesn't dictate why he so willingly opens himself to her and cranes his neck for her lips to devour. He does it because he wants to. Because something about her speaks to him more than words ever could. While 9S is mentally the experience level of a novice, he doesn't falter or shy away. His hands are delicately placed upon her breasts, where a soft, startled little exhale is the curtain rising for his hands to twitch and tentatively squeeze. To touch her. To give her whatever she needs.

She tells him not to think. He can't. But he shuts up about it. Something about those desperate murmurs makes him incapable of doing anything that doesn't revolve around her. He has no idea what he is doing, but he wants this. Wants 2B to claim him and do as she pleases, even if something about this arrangement seems strange. ]

C-can't... Hold back?

[ Never has he experienced someone being attracted to him. At least not in his memory. His face colors and his body writhes against her to learn this, and the attention she gives to his ear only seems to encourage it. He softly moans, an unintentional noise that he can't help but be embarrassed about. But his hands squeeze harder at her breasts, press them together as he presses into her and he whispers: ]

D... Don't stop.

[ 2B knows he doesn't remember, which is why she wants to give him an out, should he decide that this isn't for him. She isn't so arrogant to assume that he will always feel the same way as he did before, even if his behavior demonstrates otherwise. She takes her time with kissing his neck and ear, getting him used to the sensation again, making a soft noise of approval as his fingers curl around the tender flesh of her breasts.

She never understood why there were pleasure receptors built into the soft mounds until 9S took hold of them for the first time. While the pleasure she gains from them pales in comparison to that which she receives when he pays attention to her sex, the feeling of him squeezing them is nice. The twitch of his hand earns him a soft, suckling kiss beneath the shell of his ear as she leans into him, her hands coming to rest upon the opening of his coat collar.

2B knows damn well that telling 9S not to think is the same as telling him not to breathe, but she doesn't care. Thinking won't serve either of them well in this situation; she's been far better at that than he has to begin with, but it's a skill she learned with repeated trysts between the two of them. ]

Alright. [ 2B concedes, her voice still heavy with equal parts sadness and want. She pulls away in order to bring her hands up to his face, gently lowering his combat visor before doing away with it entirely. His moans are sweet, sweeter than anything she's ever heard, and when she leans in to press her mouth against his, it's almost as if she intends to drink them in. ]

[ It's strange...

He had powered up to the worst feeling he could ever have, but he followed along with his duty regardless. 9S realizes now that perhaps his ill-feelings had to do with not having been exposed to 2B quite yet. The day hasn't ended, having from his perspective just met 2B, but he feels like he's known her for an eternity. He finds himself at home in such close proximity to her, and while that seems to drive a further suspicion as to what happened to him or why he recalls nothing, he stops caring the more she kisses him.

He shivers as her lips suckle into his mock-flesh, firing off his nerves which deliver the most delicious of sensations. But nothing compares to the feeling he gets when their lips join.

9S had innocently locked eyes with 2B prior to this, just as his combat visor fell to rest around his neck. His gaze was lost, yet yearning. Searching for something in 2B that he isn't certain he knows the meaning of. Silver and blue glimmering with an artificial life force that is soulless when considering what they are, but alive with energy and power that he wants to give in its entirety to her.

As their lips join, he hums into the gesture. It's strange at first, but hardly for long. 9S feels as though he could drown into 2B and not care less about whether or not he came out of it. She could suck the life out of him and keep his shell. He is, after all, destined to forever he killed by her. He doesn't know it, but his body is slated for it. Built for it. And so he moans into the kiss, leaning in with the fluttering shut of his eyes as his hands slide up her chest and find purchase at her face.

It's as if he's parched for more when he pulls her in closer. 9S tilts his head, lips molding against her own with little experience to draw from. But he'll learn along with her. ]

[ 2B can sympathize with that feeling. Every morning she reactivates to find that 9S isn't by her side is an exercise in torture, and existing in a world without him in it for any length of time has proven to be a colossal task on more than one occasion. She knows that this is only their initial meeting as far as he's concerned, but 2B has memory upon memory of him-- his smile, his laugh, his voice-- pent up and threatening to tear her apart from the inside out. She's been with him since her initial activation, and she wants no part of a world that doesn't have him in it.

When he shivers, it only slakes her thirst for him further. 2B desperately wants to leave marks on him to prove that she was there, that she'd been close enough to him to bruise, but she holds back. For some reason, she wants to be gentler with him this time around; fucking him hard enough to hurt can wait. She's sure the devil of an impulse will make itself known sooner rather than later, but for now, she's content to be tender. Soft.

2B's eyes don't close immediately when they kiss, wanting to commit the way he looks to memory before she gives in to the way his mouth feels. That selfsame devotion that he'd worn before she'd killed him still shines in his eyes, and it causes her expression to crumble in the smallest of ways, her brow furrowing as she kisses him. His hum reverberates against her lips, prompting them to part as her tongue experimentally swipes against his bottom lip in a perfect imitation of a technique that he himself had taught her.

When he pulls her in, 2B makes a soft noise, quietly slipping closer to him and leaning her weight against his, intent on having him fall back onto the mattress. She keeps her hands where they are, cradling his face as her bare breasts sandwich between her weight and his, cushioning against his chest.

She feels like she could kiss him forever, but that's nothing new. 2B moans against his lips, needy and soft, as she seeks to bury herself deep inside of him once again. ]

[ Nothing makes sense. Nothing outside of what they are doing, at least. 2B suggested he stop thinking, and that's near-impossible. But he allows himself to drown in her with no intentions of swimming his way out anytime soon. He feels at home here, safe, and 9S feels that he can trust 2B with his entire being as she leans into him and keeps him close.

He raises a brow as her tongue laves along his lips, bewildered by such an intimate gesture that leaves him wet and warm. But he gives in to it quickly, finding it delightful when his lips part and he works to return the favor. But his tongue doesn't find her lips, rather, it collides with her tongue. A surprising shift, something he hadn't expected, but something he sinks into quick. 9S exhales softly as their tongues tangle, and he experimentally curls it along the artificial muscle. His fingers slide past her ears, tangle in her hair, and firmly hold as she successfully pushes him to the bed.

Gently, his back presses to the mattress, but not without a delicate huff of his breath to the impact. 2B presses close to him, their lips pressed together and their tongues connected. His mouth moves against her own, tongue working between each little movement to taste every part of her that he can. Something suggests that he move his hips, and he does so with curiosity, finding himself choking on a moan that stutters against her lips.

It's gentle. Slow. And 9S finds himself completely shocked to feel so much passion and care from... Anyone, really. It moves him, makes his throat tighten and his brows twitch when his eyes threaten to overflow with warm wetness. How... How can someone express so much affection? Does she love him? Is this what friendship entails, or is it something more?

All he knows is that it hurts in the best way possible. 9S doesn't know how to process this, and it shows in the way he whimpers into her, desperate for more when he isn't sure what "more" is. ]

[ 2B feels him sag against her with satisfaction, making a soft noise of affirmation as she leans into the kiss, her thighs coming up to bracket his hips. It's so strange, how naturally this comes to her now; 9S had been the one to bring her out of her mechanical shell, but now it seemed that she'd need to do that for him. Where she was aggressive, he was a teacher; he knew how to touch her, how to experiment just right in order to finish her, making her scream and come apart. 2B, on the other hand, had always been about brute force. It was always about being merciless and unrelenting until 9S couldn't handle it anymore, coming undone in the messiest, most beautiful of ways.

It makes sense that 9S is the one capable of such immense beauty through gentle curiosity, where 2B is only capable of yielding the same results through destruction. It takes a concerted effort for her to be gentle now, even as his tongue slips against hers, prompting her to moan unabashedly against his lips. Her own tongue lazily laves and rolls against his, dutifully recounting the ways he'd taught her how he liked to be kissed, her teeth only lightly grazing his bottom lip as she bears her hips down onto his.

2B finally understands why humans would partake in this activity without the ultimate goal of procreation. 9S' mouth is intoxicating, and while her internal systems have long since learned to bear the burden that sexual intercourse places upon them, 2B still feels as if she'll overheat. The roll of his hips is rewarded by the firm, needy rut of hers in return, the thin fabric of her leotard leaving only so much to the imagination. The folds of her slit rub insistently against the front of his pants, slickened with fluids produced by ducts that had long since been considered obsolete.

2B breaks the kiss with a great deal of effort in order to look to his face, her expression one of unabashed affection. The sight of him, flushed and needy, tugs at her circuitry, and for the first time in what feels like eons, she manages to smile. It's soft, gentle as the touches she bestows upon him, though there's a deep, pervading sadness that colors it even as she moves to undo his coat. ]

[ 9S is hardly aware of having been the one to initiate this arrangement, nor is he aware that he had learned and led. 2B is the one doing such the favor, guiding 9S and working him as if she's done this before. Every little touch and gesture is perfect, nerve receptors on fire even from the slightest movements. 2B goes on as if she knows every dip and corner that yields the best results, and part of him feels a strange pang of jealousy. Has she touched another this way? Does he share these hands with someone else?

And then, he wonders why he feels jealousy at all. Does he truly know 2B? He recalls nothing of her, but the further this goes on, he feels as though he's built for her. That they had been this close for so much longer and were created as two halves to a whole.

Ah. Don't think.

9S isn't capable of shutting his mental processors down, and it's almost as if the persistent analyzing will drive him insane. 9S wishes he could just drown in this completely and cease questioning the why and how.

It seems that much becomes just a touch more possible when her hips rut into his own. 9S' brow twitches, the throatiest of grunts smashed between their lips. He knows where this is going, logically, and that sends a thrill throughout the entirety of him. He follows her lead, hands shaking as they fall to their shoulders, but they pause when the kiss breaks.

His eyes lock with their own, carrying that familiar innocence and affection even now. 9S sees her pain, painted in her eyes though the smile is just as sweet and, what he perceives as "loving". There is the slightest look of question to the nature of that smile, wondering what it is that has caused this look of devoted pain. But he can't focus too much on that, especially when she begins to disrobe him. ]

A-Ah...

[ He reaches down, helping with the bottom half of his buttons, hands trembling when he's not certain what he should be doing. ]

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