She's a fool if she didn't expect it. Just how blind has she been? He's always been there, even before this mess of a place, at her side, pining in his own way, ready to support her and come at her beck and call. It's 2B he needs, more than anyone else. There could be no one else left in the world and as long as he had her...he'd be fine. Humans were, again, creatures he craved approval from, but it's different. It's oh, so different. Everything is different when it comes to 2B.
Which is why he feels suddenly desperate when he hears the sound she makes. He drew that sound out of her and he wants more of it so badly. The kiss deepens, teeth tugging lightly at her lower lip. He wants everything, wants to take and possess...but would she even want that? Does she even want him that much? A kiss is one thing but anything beyond that?
Self-doubt is a bitch but it's hard to shake and as he pulls back, breaking the kiss, he finds himself panting, venting hot air against her lips. He's trembling, ever so slightly, eyes closed as he presses their foreheads together. There's no sign of him letting go or moving. He'd rather die than do so.
He learned to kiss by kissing others, by going along with what he was supposed to do in this place. He'd rather have learnt how to kiss with her, to figure out all the small things that would make her squirm and sigh. It feels like a lost opportunity and yet...it's not like he could've asked her.
Not when she'd been so adamant on them tending to humans.
"I don't want to stop-"
He finds himself blurting it out, squeezing her just a bit tighter in desperation. He doesn't want her pity though, even if he feels utterly pitiful. He just wants her to want him, just as much as he does.
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Which is why he feels suddenly desperate when he hears the sound she makes. He drew that sound out of her and he wants more of it so badly. The kiss deepens, teeth tugging lightly at her lower lip. He wants everything, wants to take and possess...but would she even want that? Does she even want him that much? A kiss is one thing but anything beyond that?
Self-doubt is a bitch but it's hard to shake and as he pulls back, breaking the kiss, he finds himself panting, venting hot air against her lips. He's trembling, ever so slightly, eyes closed as he presses their foreheads together. There's no sign of him letting go or moving. He'd rather die than do so.
He learned to kiss by kissing others, by going along with what he was supposed to do in this place. He'd rather have learnt how to kiss with her, to figure out all the small things that would make her squirm and sigh. It feels like a lost opportunity and yet...it's not like he could've asked her.
Not when she'd been so adamant on them tending to humans.
"I don't want to stop-"
He finds himself blurting it out, squeezing her just a bit tighter in desperation. He doesn't want her pity though, even if he feels utterly pitiful. He just wants her to want him, just as much as he does.