castellae | Ongoing PSL - In-game setting

Ongoing PSL - In-game setting

"You say that you're no good for me, cause I'm always tugging at your sleeve--"

[ 9S feels himself burn and fall apart just in the sound of 2B's voice, a rush of eagerness and confidence taking hold as he quickly learns what she likes. 9S hangs on to every discovery, every noise and motion, dragging it on as if he's keen on doing this forever. His objection forgotten. His world only 2B...

She stutters, he hums with delight. His cheeks color. Hearing her composure crack as his hand delicately touches her sends shivers down his spine. He could listen to it forever, and so he keeps going in search of more.

Though his mind is clouded with confusion, he smothers himself completely in her. Desperate for something, anything to make it so they never go far from one another. He clings to her sounds, her pleasure, moaning into her neck. His tongue flicks along her manufactured pulse, lips delicately following its wet touch. His fingers curiously drag along her clothed slit, marveling at the wetness that continues to soak through. ]

That's... Okay. Mm...

[ Another kiss to her neck. Then her shoulder. Her chest, breasts, and stomach. Lower as his fingers toy with her sex, slowly creep to the hem and slide it sideways. Exposing her mound to the warm air while his lips kiss a trail. His eyes never leave hers, and as his face comes close to her sex, he stops. ]

I'll figure it out. For the both of us.

[ 9S' hips push back, his belly flat upon the bed and his entirety laying between her legs. He kisses her inner thigh, her slit, cautious and ever-observant as he breathes along her core. His tongue slowly drags along those pale, yet swollen lips. They are just as slow in slipping between her folds, flicking along the soaked flesh just once. Observing her reaction. ]

[ To say 2B is flustered would be a vast understatement, her cerebral processes jumbled and interspersed with nonsense snippets of code that make her jerk and spasm beneath his attentions. Try as she might to hold her noises in, she can't help but be extremely vocal, her moans coming louder and with more frequency as he works her over. As far as she's concerned, 9S is the only thing that exists. 9S, and his perfect lips and tongue and eyes, his heated skin molten against hers.

She can tell he's pleased by her lack of composure, and it only serves to make her lose more of it. Even with the buffer her leotard provides, the heat of his fingertips stroke her to the core, causing her thighs to part more lewdly as her stocking-clad feet struggle to find purchase on the sheets. Her breath comes in sharp, short gasps, her body attempting to vent it's overwhelming heat as best it can, be it through her pores or mouth.

As 9S lowers himself, 2B watches him with alarm, her hands leaving his hair in order to support her upright position. He's... never done this before. She watches him, needy and flushed as he places himself between her legs, the flesh of her thigh following against his lips as he bares her sex to the relatively cool air of their shared room. 2B's lips part at the sight, a high, needy moan curling past her lips as she watches him. ]

Once you do, let me know, [ She manages to choke before he dips his head between her legs, prompting her to gasp and cry out. ] N-Nines--!

[ Her moans are like a beautiful symphony, tickling at his ears and his insides. 9S wriggles against 2B when her moans come out louder and heavier with each passing moment. What greets him between her legs is a warmth he's never quite experienced before-- Taste is not necessarily a major feature with androids, but he's met with something strangely delightful. Her sex is warm, wet, and fragrant, begging for more just from a singular flick of his tongue. He shivers, then smiles.

There's no point in verbally responding. Not now. And as soon as that comforting nickname falls from her lips so lewdly, he presses into her, making speaking impossible. His gaze stays on her, marveling at the way her beautiful features contort in pleasure and ecstasy. Knowing that he has such an effect on her sends him to the moon and tears him apart all the same. He wants more. Wishes to bury himself in her sounds and in her cunt, which he begins a slow yet firm assault on her flesh. The flat of his tongue laves along her beautifully pink flesh, suckling idly and humming in content. His eyes shut, immersing himself in nothing but 2B.

He caresses her thighs, squeezes pale fingers into them as he leans further in. 9S continues to lap and devour her, a devious and lewd action that seems almost sugar-coated with the way his legs bend back, feet idly swinging through his gestures. As if it's fun for him, and it is. So incredibly enjoyable, and he wants more of it. ]

[ 2B tries her best to keep her eyes open in order to burn the sight of him between her legs into her memory, but she can't help the way they flutter shut, synapses firing and misfiring as the muscular systems in her inner thigh twitch. She catches a glimpse of his smile, almost devilish in its innocence, and it does her no favors; 2B fights the urge for her head to loll back as she bites her lower lip, her hips rolling and eager for more of the same stimulus.

It's just as 2B thinks she might be able to get a handle on herself that 9S veritably buries his face against her folds, prompting her to cry out in half-surprise. She does her best to keep eye contact, finding the fact that his gaze has never left her face to be insanely erotic, but she can't help the way her visual processors fade in and out, fuzzy with static. The feeling of his tongue is warm and wet, velvety and soft in places until he decides otherwise, and the sensitive bundle of pleasure receptors placed at the top of her folds stand absolutely no chance against it. 2B's moans soon turn to cries accompanied with the frenzied bucking of her hips against his mouth, the thin column of her neck exposing itself as she tilts her chin backwards.

2B feels molten, her sex swollen and slick with long-forgotten fluids intended for a neglected function of her android body, her audio and visual processes threatening to short. Warning after warning after warning pops up behind her eyes, warning her of imminent overheating and eventual system shortage, but she can't bring herself to care. She wants more of 9S' tongue and lips, to die in the way he makes her feel. Bringing a hand to the top of his head, her fingers card through his hair again, more desperate and less gentle than before as heat threatens to consume her.

She opens her mouth to speak, wanting to encourage him, but she finds that her words are overtaken by her moans and cries, elicited by the wicked movements of his tongue.
She manages to whimper and beg his name like a prayer, fragmented and repeating as she writhes and shudders underneath his attentions. ]

[ Every whimper, every twitch is a token towards 9S' growing ego. What started as him innocently giving 2B a pleasurable favor in return quickly evolves into him experimenting, devilishly seeking out more sounds. He wants her to be louder, to lose herself in the best way because that means he'll have made her happy. That he's useful and wanted, and it's that desire which begins to eat his innocence bit by bit. He learns, and so he achieves.

9S closes his eyes as he leans further into her, drowning himself in each little cry as he commits the sound of his name falling from her lips in such a lewd way to memory. He seeks more of it, dragging the flat of his tongue from taint to clit, discovering that each time he passes that tight, hard little bundle, she thrashes. As his tongue curls, briefly retracting to take a breath, he takes that bit of flesh between his teeth, suckling down with a throaty hum.

The hands that tickle at her thighs don't stop in their quest to touch whatever they can reach. Though his curiosity commands him to pull one back, to carefully slide it between her legs. A single digit is cautious as it traces itself down the wettest parts of her cunt, greeted by that tight ring of muscle that frames her entrance and throbs with each flick of his tongue. Without warning, with little question, he slowly prods at it. His finger slips inside of her, gently working it's way deep while he suckles away at her flesh. Tongue working a non-stop pattern despite the way his jaw begs him not to. If it seizes, it seizes. Nothing a little oil can't fix, honestly. ]

Edited 2017-04-19 16:05 (UTC)

[ 9S experimentation threatens to undo her, just like everything else about him. 2B's cerebral processors have long since come to a stuttering halt, her vision going blurry as her sensory drivers threaten to reboot themselves. As far as she's concerned, 9S has always been wanted, even before his head dove between her legs. That never, ever changes, and while every stroke of his tongue pulls her apart and leaves her reeling as she tries to put herself back together, it has little to no bearing on her feelings for him.

The way she feels about 9S is as hardwired into her programming as her true designation as an Executioner. She can't hope to escape it or override it, no matter how much she tries.

As he rolls the flat of his tongue, warm and greedy, along the length of her slit, 2B gasps, her thighs flattening against the bed as her hips greedily buck upwards for more. Her body had never been intended for this; as such, it almost feels as if the services responsible for her arousal are going haywire, producing much more lubricating fluid to gush forth from her entrance than usual. As 9S' lips close around the nerve sensors between her folds, 2B gives a strangled cry, pleasure bordering oversensitivity spiking upwards through her chassis.

It's because of this that she scarcely notices the journey of 9S' hand as it repositions itself, pushing past the tight, needy entrance of her sex and burying itself within her walls. 2B's body has grown used to accepting every part of 9S in spite of is adverse programming, and as a result it begins to practically suckle and grind around the single digit he pushes into her, squeezing around it and convulsing every time he moves his tongue just so.

To say it feels amazing doesn't even come close. 2B finds herself wanting to scream, her systems paralyzed in the wake of such intense pleasure, but she manages to find it in herself to surge upwards, grabbing for 9S with shaking hands. There's a feverish desperation in her voice when she speaks; she's so close, so, so close, but she shelves her climax in favor of something greater. ]

Nines-- Here-- [ She gasps, struggling to sit up on her elbows as she attempts to reverse their positioning, her movements stuttering and shaky. 2B wants him beneath her, as is their custom, his need buried deep inside of her. She doesn't even know if he's hard anymore, but she doesn't care. All that drives her is an all-encompassing need to be as close as possible to him, her internal processors threatening to fry. ]

Edited 2017-04-19 17:58 (UTC)

[ 9S had wondered through much of this activity the reason why such software was deemed appropriate to keep. Perhaps it's because somewhere, deep down, knowing the benefits of this and the sensations that are rewarded are too valuable to let go. To touch and be touched is likely the most incredible thing he's experienced in his life. It's arguable, to him, that giving is just as good, if not better than receiving. He could listen to 2B's cries of pleasure all day. He commits every whimper, every whine and moan to his memory drive. It's there, and he is certain he'll greedily, lewdly review it later. Because there's something about all of this that just confounds him to no end.

But he keeps going in her favor. His lips drip with her arousal, much if it sticking to his nose and chin, copious amounts kissing his features and he can't help but wonder if this is an intended reaction. That's quite a lot of lubricant to just abandon, but he finds himself thrilled to know he's the cause of it. If it's a malfunction, it's the hottest one he's ever seen.

9S redoubles his efforts when her sounds spike in volume, when her hips continue to essentially fuck his face and he can't help the thrill he gets from it. 2B doesn't have to worry at all about whether or not he's hard again, especially since he has to bend himself over at the knees, rather than lay down. His need prods at the mattress, becoming uncomfortable and cruel. And so her timing is better than ever. It doesn't take away from the startled feeling he gets of her desperately working positions, but he follows along happily.

He gasps as he's pried from between her legs, face flushed and warm from being surrounded by her heat. 9S bears a heady gaze that locks onto her when she begins to usher him back to the bed. Though he'd become so comfortable devouring her from between her legs, he complies. ]

A-Ah. Okay.

[ Despite that spike of confidence, his voice is hoarse and meek, coupled with his smile. 9S wipes at his lips with the side of his wrist as he crawls beneath her, assisting in any way he can to make her comfortable. He'll do whatever she wants. Give her whatever she needs. As long as it makes her happy, he complies. Willingly. ]

[ 2B has her theories past the official reasoning for the discontinuation of maintenance to these parts of themselves, and they align with 9S' in that regard. There's too much room for defection to be found in the deliciousness of intimacy, and she knows YoRHa can't afford to lose its most valuable-- and likely only-- asset. Why the functions and systems responsible for such intimacy weren't removed outright is beyond her, however, but in the end, it doesn't really matter. 9S' tongue deftly manipulates more needy, almost pained sounds to erupt from her lips as it moves over and between her soaked folds, and she's grateful for the ability to feel this way.

2B gets a good view of the way his face is coated with her arousal, and as she shifts over him, she experimentally leans forward, running the tip of her tongue along his bottom lip. She's never had occasion to taste herself before, but seeing 9S' face slick with both spit and her lubricant is probably one of the most erotic things she's ever seen, and she can't help herself. 2B still feels heady and feverish, her gaze matching his own even as he slips underneath her, her thighs coming to bracket his hips as they have so many times before.

She feels raw, swollen. Her cunt aches with lack of stimulation, still practically dripping even as she grips the base of his cock, angling its length towards the tight mouth of her entrance. 2B keeps her eyes on his face, her lips parted and cheeks flushed. The feeling of his hard, unyielding need already beginning to push into her makes her want to slam her weight down onto it, but she holds back for her partner's sake; this will be the first time this body of his has experienced this, and for some strange reason, that fact makes her want to fight the urge to take him violently.

Gauging his expression, 2B gently begins to bear down, hissing as his crown parts her folds, white-hot in its hardness. ]

This... This is what I wanted most. [ 2B murmurs, eyelashes fluttering as her internal mechanisms move to receive him. It's a tight, almost uncomfortable sensation, but the last thing she wants is to stop. ]

[ He's still learning, still diligently watching 2B's gestures and reactions to shelve for later use. It's the nature of his model, and he doesn't think he could ever stop over-analyzing for even a second. Although, he wouldn't want to stop analyzing any of this anyway-- It's far too interesting, and encompasses nothing else but 2B. Curiosities and possible existential crisis aside, he could drown himself in her forever.

She easily gains the upper hand again, 9S willingly giving it to her. He smiles as she comes closer, lips parting when she takes the time to drag her tongue alongside it in favor of tasting herself. She takes what remains on him, what he'd missed, and his breath trembles. God, did he get lucky with this assignment.

Flush on his back, he looks up to her, curious and innocent as ever. There is absolutely no warning, even if it isn't necessary, but the sudden tightness that starts to pull him in wracks him to his very core. He inhales a sharp breath, head rolling back as his hands desperately reach out and cling to her thighs. ]

Oh-- Oh, wow. Okay.

[ He had known he was at least slightly aroused again, but... He seems to have underestimated that. With his need still partially sensitive from his recent climax, what takes him steals the breath from his lungs. He bites his lip, moaning perhaps a bit too loudly when the sensation takes him by surprise. Suddenly, it makes plenty of sense that she's as wet as she is. He slips inside of her with little to no effort, and it's as if her entire body is seeking to swallow him whole.

Naturally, if not driven by a bit of curiosity, his hips roll into her. Which is a bit difficult, considering that her model carries more weight, making it nearly impossible to move underneath her.

Oh god. She could break him. This could easily break him. He's not a combat model, and so his supports are likely weak in comparison to hers.

Why in the world does that excite him? ]

Edited 2017-04-19 19:54 (UTC)

[ 2B knew she was asking 9S the impossible when she'd told him not to think; in reality, she likely was trying to get herself to stop her racing mind from overanalyzing any of this. Their closeness doesn't make sense; androids weren't built for this sort of activity, and it shows every single time their servos seize and their sensory drivers stutter and stop. Still, that's not enough to stop her from wanting to do this with him. The activity could very well tear her apart, and it wouldn't stop her from wanting him.

In many ways, it probably already has destroyed her. 2B feels broken even as she looks upon 9S' face, memories of past cycles playing behind her eyes. He sinks beneath her easily, all wonder and curiosity, and something deep and dark resurfaces inside of her, weighing her down. 9S trusts her implicitly, and it kills her.

With his hands on her thighs, 2B shudders, the sound of him moaning only serving to burn her up further. She expels a soft breath as she continues to slowly lower herself, sheathing him within her about halfway until he rolls his hips upwards, bottoming out inside of her. 2B gives a half-cry, the noise harsh and grating as it escapes her throat, and she covers his hands with her own for leverage. Curling her fingers between his, 2B slightly elevates herself above him in order to allow him to move how he wants, gritting her teeth as she struggles to restabilize her internals. ]

Does it... Does it feel good? [ She asks, her tone breathy and low. 2B gently rolls her hips down onto his, taking him into the hilt and grinding down while he remains inside of her, causing sparks to fly behind her eyes. She's well aware of the myriad ways she can break him. While her programming dictates that she should be excited about that, she wants to savor this for what it is. ]

[ Clearly, the time for questioning will have to come later. 9S feels as if he's reliving something the longer they go about this, the code embedded inside of him calling at him with these hints and gestures that he can't quite get down. The fact that he's distracted could easily have something to do with it, too, but once again: no time to think.

All he knows is that each time she looks at him, each time she touches him, there's this weird spark that he feels deep within his chassis. The mechanism serving as his heart seems to skip a beat every single time, which would normally cause concern in terms of its functionality. But it only happens when she looks at him. It makes no sense, but there's something so gratifying and comforting about it, that he doesn't bother to try and fix it. Something tells him it isn't broken or malfunctioning. It's just... Her effect on him.

Their fingers curl tight, and he squeezes into the gesture. 9S feels as though they've become a singular entity, and that alone makes his pulse-rate damn-near close to destructive numbers. Their heat combines, threatening to short out his circuits and leave him an empty shell but he doesn't care. As she lifts her hips, his own roll into hers, feeling the crown of his need bottoming out with every thrust. His arousal grows quickly, hard and hot, working like a slow-moving piston for the time being. The last thing he wants is to do this wrong, but he has a feeling that won't be much of an issue.

Especially not with the way 2B moans and breathes. He can feel her twitching and trembling, both outside and in. Something about this is both poetic and carnal, and 9S is sure this is his new favorite source of sensation-hunting. It's so wrong when considering the rules they follow, and somehow that makes it better.

9S hotly exhales, swallowing thickly as he rolls into every single movement. He can't help the need to keep his gaze upon her, and so he stares up at her, watching the way her expression contorts and changes. He realizes that certain moves on his behalf cause it, and he searches for more. ]

Hah... Nn.

Y-Yeah. Too good, I... Ah. How... How about for you?

[ 2B remembers every time they've done this vividly, her memories playing back in an endless loop every time she lets her guard down. When she moans, she does so unabashedly, the sound needy and vulnerable. The feeling of his fingers tangled in hers causes something warm to begin to bloom within the chassis of her chest, the sensation familiar and all at once heartbreaking even as she grinds down against him, hesitant to let him leave.

2B feels like her insides are his, like every inch of her is his. She hadn't realized just how much she missed the feeling, but it's enough to make her take a soft, shuddering breath as she holds back a half-sob. She braces her knees on either side of his hips as she lifts her ass, the thick, velvety drag of his cock sliding out made even more delicious by the way she slides her cunt down over it again. Every roll of his hips and moan that rumbles from the back of his throat acts as a reward, and 2B strives to gain more and more of them as time wears on. ]

It's... ah, amazing... You always are-- [ She gasps, not paying much mind to her words as she circles her hips down onto his again. Her central nervous system fires off more warnings, cautioning her on imminent combustion if she's to continue, but 2B doesn't care. She watches 9S through half-masted eyes as she begins to ride him in earnest, falling forward with her hands planted on the mattress at both sides of his face. ]

[ "You always are--"

9S knows that drawing to conclusions now is unwise. But it just seems like the longer he remains beside 2B, the more he starts to question things. Always? As far as he's concerned, this is the first time he's been intimate with... Anyone, actually. But he isn't allowed much time to think on it, especially not when she cries out in such a beautifully way and picks up the pace.

Before long, her nose is just barely grazing along his own, their hands apart but their lips so close. 9S gasps as she falls onto him again, his hips thrusting just a bit harder when he manages to frantically grab at her hips. His neck cranes, eyes fluttering shut as his lips just barely graze along her own. ]

Hnn... 2B.

[ He'll question later. He has to. But there's still much more about this that keeps him hanging on. His cock thrusts into her, the slickness of her cunt caressing him as if he's made for her. With a renewed desperation and need, he kisses her, wanting so much to taste her lips again and let their tongues tangle, as if further forms of attachment will make him feel whole. His hands work to pull her down with each thrust, which seems to increase in speed with every passing second. ]

[ 2B, admittedly, is being careless almost on purpose. Part of her desperately wants 9S to figure things out quickly, if only because it's become nigh unbearable to bear the burden of knowing on her own. She knows she can continue on; she's carried on before with minimal issue. She just isn't sure if she wants to anymore.

She knows 9S isn't stupid, but she also knows precisely what he likes; when he cranes his neck up to meet her, she crushes her lips against his, her tongue slipping against his as she moans into his mouth. 9S' increase in speed causes her to gasp against him, though she meets him in kind, slamming her ass down onto his hips every time his hips roll upward. His lips are the sweetest thing she's ever tasted, and though her body technically wasn't built for this, she can't help but feel addicted to it.

9S' tongue had brought her close, but his need, buried deep inside of her and practically throbbing, is ultimately what sends her nearly teetering over the edge. 2B does her best to hold back, wanting this to last for as long as possible, but her body begins to tense. Soft, nearly imperceptible beeps signifying imminent overheating begin to emanate from within her internals, but she pays them no mind. 9S' hands lead her towards her peak, her teeth grazing along his bottom lip as she pistons her hips up and down, each roll and thrust serving to push her closer and closer.

When 2B finally reaches her climax, it's due to the way her name sounds on his lips. The walls of her cunt squeeze and suckle about his cock with desperation as she spasms astride 9S' hips, her servos finally giving out and seizing. The only noise that escapes her throat is a strangled, harsh half-moan, the latency of her visual drivers finally giving way to blackness as her audio input and output do the same. She very nearly powers down entirely before her systems attempt to restabilize, leaving her vision blurry and distorted.

2B can barely breathe, let alone think. Her body begins to vent itself of heat, the mechanical hiss of steam emanating from the cracks between her panels. ]

[ 9S isn't certain how such software could still be active, all while their physical systems threaten to shut down from its use. 2B's spike of internal heat seems to intermingle with his own, making 9S incredibly hot underneath her. His own warnings are much the same, and equally ignored in favor of what this brings. The friction is too much, yet not enough all the same. 9S can practically feel every pulse, every moan while inside of her, and he can't help but grow addicted to the poetic realization that they're a single entity.

His own arousal catches up quick, the pulsing of her cunt as it eagerly devours him bringing about a delicious pleasure with every rut of her hips. The danger of being broken is there, yet it appears to encorage him, especially when he can tell she's close. Strangely enough? So is he.

The kiss itself is what gets him first. Combined with the increased sensitivity that came with his first climax, he wasn't slated to last long. 9S thrashes against 2B, a sweet whimper muffled between their lips and smothered. His internals cry with a need for ventilation, for him to slow down but he doesn't. He can head 2B's systems threaten to shut down, and even hears the brief click following an unexpected disconnection of her visuals and audio output. Before he can comment, his processors glitch and fuzz out, making focus impossible and commentary equally unavailable.

But he comes back quickly, thankful that he doesn't shut down in favor of riding this out, of crying out 2B's name against her lips while his hands frantically reach to embrace her, hands splayed against her back while his hips bottom out as his need empties itself out inside of her. Hot and copious, and 9S is absolutely certain he'll need a refill. ]

[ The entire room seems to bake due to their combined body heat, 2B's body doing it's best to vent itself of the heat generated from her climax. She's never more keenly aware of how she can break 9S until he's underneath her like this, and while that fact has been a constant source of arousal, it seems to be anything but in the moment. She rolls her hips into his as he follows her lead, his own processors shorting just as hers recover.

When he cums, 2B makes a soft, girlish noise, the feeling of his need releasing within her is molten, scalding her insides and making her feel full and sated. It drips out from around his cock as she moves, slow and steady, her body still shuddering from the aftermath.

2B allows him to hold her close, her arms coming up to encircle his neck as she says against him, breaking their kiss in favor of allowing her head to fall in the crook between his neck and shoulder. Her breathing is slow and labored as she recovers, tiny, satisfied sounds peppering every exhale she gives.

Kissing the curve of his neck, 2B lies in silence, wondering why she always ends up doing this when she knows how it'll end. She braces herself for the questions she knows 9S will ask, keeping silent as she tries to formulate answers. ]

[ With two climaxes having hit him in such a short amount of time, 9S realizes his mental processing is lagging. As if he can't focus the way he usually can. But for a while? It doesn't matter. 2B creates a beautiful symphony with the sounds that pass those delicious lips, and even as they come down to motionless and tired masses, she still continues to blow his mind.

How though? They've hardly known each other a full 24 hours...

No, that's not right. The word "always" clicks in his mind again, the expression shifts in 2B's face that suggest so much more than what he's initially perceiving. He's not foolish, and he catches on quick. But the particular hint he'd heard in the midst of their passionate coupling...

9S' focus begins to return to him, despite the way she halts his mind with those gentle kisses. They just lie there in silence, the room carrying subtle echoes of their heavy breathing. The hiss of their systems releasing steam and sucking in whatever cool air they can find. 9S is both sated and exhausted, but his mind never runs out of fuel. For a while, he hangs on to this... Because something tells him that any sort of truth will hurt. For just a moment, he pretends this has always been them. He creates fake memories to support the progress that brought them here. But he knows, logically, that won't help. 9S neck weakly cranes to her delicate gestures, sighing with content as he hangs on to every little second.

When he pulls away, it's only so he can better regard her face. 9S reaches back, palm cupping her cheek as it often has so many times before. ]

2B...

[ He should wait. Something tells him he should wait. But he cant. Still attached to her, still so very close, he asks: ]

What happened to me?

[ 2B allows herself to forget that this is a new version of 9S; allows herself, for a split second, to forget that she's playing a dangerous game in being here like this with him. She knows what she said, knows what she's done, but she makes no effort to take it back.

She's happy when 9S pretends with her, in his own quiet way. Happy, until she opens her eyes, staring at the hollow created by his chin and collarbone. She feels his breathing even out and practically hears the way his mind whirs, as it always does, and she knows that the warm, wet little asylum they've created is rapidly disappearing. 2B curses herself for being so selfish.

When he pulls away, her world ends. Just a little bit. He rebuilds it by degrees when he gently caresses her face, prompting her to look up into his eyes. ]

... I did.

[ She states simply, her expression an unreadable collection of sadness and affection. 2B doesn't want to lie to him anymore, but the more she tries to force the words out, the less they seem willing to come. His question breaks her in its innocence, in its trusting; 2B feels raw and fractured and weak in her ability to go against her programming.

Still. She tries. For him. ]

We've b-- [ She begins, but her speech modulator is stopped by an error. 2B dismisses it before trying again. ] I-- [ Again, the same dialogue pops up, informing her of another error. ] 9S, I--

[ And something sharp twists within her at that third attempt, causing her to go slack against him momentarily. A warning, put in place by Command. 2B struggles for air, silently making sure that her attempts at treason hadn't activated some sort of beacon within her. ]

I... I'm sorry.

[ He could be content pretending that everything is as it should be, but his mind never stops. It can't. It's programmed to continuously question and pry until an answer falls into his hands. A shame that it consistently brings him to the same end, but in not knowing what his fate is, what's happening to him, terrifies him beyond words.

9S slowly adjusts himself, pained as he pulls himself out from inside of her when it becomes to sensitive and painful. It's not without a tiny grunt that he breaks away, though, and part of him feels that allowing reality to take charge again is a mistake.

2B begins to speak, to answer his question and he feels this surge of anxiety that slows down her words and makes time almost pause. She can't get the words out, and the reality of that terrifies him more. 9S can hear the click in her vocals when she's forced to silence, the audible alert that introduces an error message. A warning. 2B tries for the third time and appears to be physically punished, and 9S' eyes widen as he struggles to hold onto her and support her.

And in some way...? This answers his question. That, and her initial answer. "I did"...Something has been done to him. And judging by 2B's behavior? It's been happening for some time now, and whatever it is... She's witnessed it. Or has been the hand behind it. He can't be sure yet, but it's clear enough that him of recalling anything while 2B drops hints that suggest something was there has to be investigated further. Something tells him it's a bad idea, but the pain he feels when he looks at her? When she seems so much in pain herself? He can't deny that this is necessary. ]

2B, it's okay.

[ He's still reinforced and protected within his ignorance to his fate, but it's cushioning is very quickly beginning to deteriorate and fall away. 9S shifts beneath her, cupping her face with his hands as he locks his gaze with her own. He's terrified, and that much is clear in the way he looks at her. But it's not directed at her.

Not yet. ]

Is... Is it your programming that is halting your speech command?

Edited 2017-04-21 15:33 (UTC)

[ 2B makes a noise as she shifts to let him slide out of her, his absence leaving behind an ache even as her muscles relax. It's harder to pretend when she isn't full of him, and though she knows she can't run from this, part of her wishes she still could.

When he holds her, 2B wants to push away. This isn't something he should be comforting her about. Still, weak and soft, she allows herself to sag in his arms, eyes open as her face presses into the crook of his neck. She's well aware that 9S can likely hear the telling clicks and error messages from this distance, and she hopes that that in itself is enough to clue him in on what's going on.

Slowly but surely, 2B's resolve has been solidifying since the last time she'd slain him. She isn't sure how this is going to work; YoRHa defectors are already targeted with extreme prejudice, and a top of the line Scanner model is definitely going to earn the top spot on a priority kill list. Though 2B is confident that the both of them can take care of themselves, she wonders if 9S would be happy with her decision.

... Then again, anything would be better than him dying by her hand, over and over.

When 9S moves, 2B doesn't immediately raise her eyes to his. When she finally does, she sees the fear playing deep within them, and she brings a hand up to cover his.

At his question, she looks away again. ]

That's classified information. [ Yes.

After a few moments, she sits up, withdrawing from him slowly, though she gently holds his hand in hers. As she stands and begins to readjust her clothing, 2B swallows hard. ]

... 9S. Are you able to block all connections between us and the Bunker's network?

[ Nothing about this seems right. 9S isn't foolish to believe that this doesn't run deeper than it does at face value. As 2B slowly slips away from him, he finds himself both against being close to her and desperate for it all the same. That need for validation, to be loved, still stains his heart like a thick sludge. 2B had left her mark on him so many times before, and his lack of recollection for it means nothing. Especially now. It's why he continues to touch her, to feel her face even as her eyes fill with this fear he isn't used to seeing in any combat model. Much less 2B.

Does he really know her that well? 9S suddenly feels so small in front of her, so lost and he needs direction and answers. His mind runs a mile a minute, feeling this sting when she consistently clicks with warnings that tells him this is bad.

But nothing strikes him harder than her claim of it being classified information. No... No the answer to his question is daunting and terrifying. Although it's immediately paled in comparison to the question that she asks. It's as if her protocol, canned response works in tandem to her request of their disconnection. And suddenly he knows everything he needs to know.

She's the one who's emptied his memories. Or has at least been part in facilitating it. 9S' eyes widen, lips parting at her question and he isn't sure if he should deny it entirely and move on, or crumble right there. Asking her why won't bring any answers, that much has been made clear. He hesitates to answer at first, but it's clear that... That whatever she has to do, she doesn't want to do it anymore.

If that's what 2B wants? It's what he wants. As she holds his hand, it rests limp there a moment, until his resolve has his grip tightening around hers. ]

It wouldn't be easy. Or fast. I would have to reformat the two of us almost completely and re-route our Pods' software but...

Yeah. It's possible.

[ He looks terrified. That means they would be abandoning YoRHa, making them fugitives. Traitors. And so they would be marked as wanted for termination. Knowing that he's held so much important information at once is what terrifies him the most. 2B might be spared. Punished.

9S would be killed. Hell, there's still a chance she would too. 9S' eyes glaze over with this heart-wrenching fear. As she slips away, so does their shared grip.]

Is... Is that what you want?

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[ 2B doesn't rightly remember when she'd realized that none of this has been right from the very beginning; she'd been so content to follow her orders that she lost herself in them. Her love for 9S hadn't happened overnight, but it had taken her over all the same, dictating her every thought and action ever since she came to the realization of its existence.

The realization in 9S' face tells her that her answer had been effective in achieving her goal, and as she refastens her skirt around her waist, she squares her jaw. At his answer, she inclines her head. ]

I trust your judgement. [ 2B says, and she does. When she looks at him, terrified and seemingly so small on the bed, she wants nothing more than to hold him. But she doesn't. Instead, she silently promises to protect him from whatever comes their way. There will be no punishments or decommissioning for them, simply because 2B won't allow it.

YoRHa will have to pry 9S from her cold, dead hands.

At his next question, 2B pauses. ]

... If you want answers, it's what's necessary. [ She says evenly. ] Aside from that... Yes. It is. But don't do this if you're not fully on board with it. I don't think I have to explain what doing this will mean for us.

[ 9S slowly sits up on the bed, reaching idly for his shorts as he puts them back on. It seems so strange in the grand scheme of things. Knowing what they had just done in comparison to what they're about to do... It completely negates anything he's stood for or worked for. But 9S comes to realize that this is likely the most human thing they're reaching for.

Freedom. Validation. Things that 9S never really had since his activation period. And in knowing he won't learn anything by remaining with YoRHa seems to take his resolve. Once he's dresssed, he slowly stands, reaching for the combat visor around his neck and carefully slipping it on. His hands are shaking, but he finds strength in 2B's gaze. ]

We'll be marked as deserters.

[ He knows she knows. But he says it as if that helps his resolve. ]

If that's what it takes to get answers, then... Okay. I don't want to be stuck in a never-ending cycle, and neither do you.

[ His voice cracks. ]

Let's do it.

[ It's such a small, strange gesture, watching 9S get dressed all over again. With the way that the both of them are speaking now, it almost feels as if their previous coupling had never occurred, a sudden and terrible tension gripping the room. 2B isn't concerned with appearing human, though she's been programmed to love humanity. This decision is borne of pure selfishness and she knows it, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't have any doubts.

As she watches 9S, she counts the number of myriad ways that this could go wrong. She knows that he's worth it, worth all of it, but she also knows that some prices aren't hers to pay. As he replaces his visor, she watches him in silence, quietly wishing she could imbue herself with the same resolve he demonstrates. ]

We will. [ She agrees, stepping closer to him. 2B reaches out and gently grazes the back of her knuckles against his cheek when he mentions cycles, her words catching in her throat before she speaks again. ]

You're positive? [ She asks, giving him a final out. ] Then... go ahead. Just tell me what you need me to do.

[ 9S is absolutely petriefied. Both because he still doesn't quite know what has happened and what will happen, and because this is ground he's completely uncertain of. Scanner models are almost never uncertain, but can face most hiccups with ease. This isn't a hiccup, and this decision he's just made will serve permanent consequences. They'll be on the run. Constantly. Deserters and traitors to those that worked with and a target for the rest of their existence. 9S is essentially giving up... Everything.

So... Why does this make so much sense to him? Especially when it sounds so absurd and terrifying when spoken...

He looks to her, seemingly leaning into her touch and it's as if he's naturally drawn to her. His questions still remain partially unanswered, but when he looks at her? It all makes sense. And perhaps he'll get his answers and be able to move forward. 9S is terrified, but for 2B? He wears a seemingly calm smile. He grasps her hand, holding it to his cheek. ]

I've got your back. I'm sure of this.

[ And it doesn't come easily. Completely removing them from the netwodk takes time and a delicate hand. 9S is required to start with himself first, preparing everything first before initiating everything. Failsafes are put in place, files hid away and organized in case something goes wrong. And that extends to 2B and their Pods.

The act itself of preparation takes hours. Bleeding through the night and into the day where they hide within the Resistance Camp. Nothing is initiated, not until they can essentially jailbreak their bodies and run off. But 9S is clever when he plans their timing. And as the hours bleed into the dead of night, 9S rises to his feet to face 2B. ]

Okay. I have... Nearly everything backed up.

But once I disconnect us, it'll likely set off a beacon. Command works fast. Hate to sound completely morbid here but...

We'll need to find two android bodies. Deactivated. I can completely reformat them to contain our IDs and that should buy us some time to gain distance.

[ There's a tremble in his voice, and 9S turns to face 2B. ]

I can't make any guarantees that this'll work. It's not like I've done this before...

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the matching icons.......... my heart

this canon is cruel ;3;

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