Putting thought into what 9S would be like in this kind of situation is something 2B has been sure not to do, but now? Now he surprises her with his teeth pulling at her lip, making her shiver under him agreeably as her own breathing picks up, a useless reaction to stimulus programmed by long dead humans who must have known they would never get the chance to feel like this. This need, this urge to touch and be touched that they had no outlet for until now, it's something that she can recognize as cruel.

She can recognize it but that doesn't mean she can fight it, so when he pulls away her head lifts to chase him, to try to catch his lips again before she realizes she's going against the rules she's already set for herself. Holding her breath, now, she lets her head fall back against the couch and gazes up at him, cheeks hot and eyes warm, fingers stroking with clear love through his hair.

Whoever he had been with is lucky, but he's hers now. Until they leave this room he belongs to only her.

"Nines..." she murmurs in surprise when he says what he does, eyes widened, because she can't imagine that being true. Why would he want her after what she's done to her body? She wants to argue and tell him he doesn't want her, that she's so different now, that he must think she's tainted, because that's what she honestly believes he thinks.

But he grabs at her again, hands so possessive, and she can't find the will to so much as shake her head. She will never, ever deny him.

"Are you sure?"