Eventually, though, 2B does pull away. She has to, wants to see his face, and she eases him back just enough to get a good look at him.
Cheeks flushed, that silly, happy smile on his face. He always looks young thanks to how he was designed, but now he looks young and alive, fresh and perfect, and there's a new welling up of affection for him that has her thumbs stroking his cheeks when she cradles his face again, eyes roaming over his face with the kind of slow, careful tracking that can only mean she's making a recording of this.
Something to play back, that she'll never be able to forget. One of many precious memories made with 9S that only she will ever know. She wants to tell him to remember that they're a team, that she is his partner no matter who else might come into the picture, no matter which humans he may spend his time with or share his heart with, but it isn't hard to tell from the look on his face that being reminded that other people exist won't be helpful, not right now. That won't be what he wants.
So she kisses him again, but this time she leans backwards, pulling him with her as she reclines along the length of the couch. It'll make him lay on top of her, but she wants that. She wants to feel him that close, the warmth of his body up against her own, and she wants him to feel that he has her there, just for him, trapped only for him by her own choice.
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Cheeks flushed, that silly, happy smile on his face. He always looks young thanks to how he was designed, but now he looks young and alive, fresh and perfect, and there's a new welling up of affection for him that has her thumbs stroking his cheeks when she cradles his face again, eyes roaming over his face with the kind of slow, careful tracking that can only mean she's making a recording of this.
Something to play back, that she'll never be able to forget. One of many precious memories made with 9S that only she will ever know. She wants to tell him to remember that they're a team, that she is his partner no matter who else might come into the picture, no matter which humans he may spend his time with or share his heart with, but it isn't hard to tell from the look on his face that being reminded that other people exist won't be helpful, not right now. That won't be what he wants.
So she kisses him again, but this time she leans backwards, pulling him with her as she reclines along the length of the couch. It'll make him lay on top of her, but she wants that. She wants to feel him that close, the warmth of his body up against her own, and she wants him to feel that he has her there, just for him, trapped only for him by her own choice.