Her perceptions of humanity have shifted, but only somewhat. She's learned that some are better than others, that she likes some more than others. That she wants to spend her time with a small number more than she wants to share herself with the masses. It's been a slow realization, something of a shock if she's honest, to learn that rather than make herself available to all she would perhaps be happiest in the arms of the ones who need her most.
And who is that if not 9S? She knows she's done terribly by him until now and so when his hands tighten on her she lifts towards him rather than pull away. When he kisses her harder she makes a soft little sound for him, something so small and weak as her lips part to yield to him, let him in.
She didn't expect this side to him, for him to reach for more rather than be satisfied by what she offered, but she doesn't have the strength of will to tell him no. She won't hurt him any more than she already has, could never reject him. Her hands shift, carding through his hair, and she feels an odd stab of jealousy.
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And who is that if not 9S? She knows she's done terribly by him until now and so when his hands tighten on her she lifts towards him rather than pull away. When he kisses her harder she makes a soft little sound for him, something so small and weak as her lips part to yield to him, let him in.
She didn't expect this side to him, for him to reach for more rather than be satisfied by what she offered, but she doesn't have the strength of will to tell him no. She won't hurt him any more than she already has, could never reject him. Her hands shift, carding through his hair, and she feels an odd stab of jealousy.
Where did he learn to kiss like this?