Honestly, she doesn't know what she can do to him either. Her experiences with males so far have included the necessary physical attributes to have sex. 9S lacks that, but she's had time to come to the realization that it simply doesn't matter. If this is the body he's comfortable in, the body that 9S chooses and loves and trusts, it's the one she loves. It's the one she wants.
But she doesn't have the ability to say something like that out loud. She is an E type, a B type as far as he knows, and talking about her feelings has never come easy for her.
It's never come at all, until she found herself here, but when 9S asks her not to stop she thinks she can show him in actions what she wants. She bites him again in that same spot, her teeth leaving angry little red marks that make her feel gratified to see, a tiny little mark to show who he belongs to when the humans are put out of their minds.
He is hers and she is his. They're partners, and as her hand slips up his thigh and rubs between his legs were his equipment should be, the fact that it isn't there doesn't matter. There will still be feeling there, a programmed knowledge that they were created in the image of humans and what she's doing is sexual even if he has no parts to physically respond to it. She tells herself that if she can kiss him and take his breath away it stands to reason that if she moves her fingers against him, presses there like she might touch herself, it should do something.
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But she doesn't have the ability to say something like that out loud. She is an E type, a B type as far as he knows, and talking about her feelings has never come easy for her.
It's never come at all, until she found herself here, but when 9S asks her not to stop she thinks she can show him in actions what she wants. She bites him again in that same spot, her teeth leaving angry little red marks that make her feel gratified to see, a tiny little mark to show who he belongs to when the humans are put out of their minds.
He is hers and she is his. They're partners, and as her hand slips up his thigh and rubs between his legs were his equipment should be, the fact that it isn't there doesn't matter. There will still be feeling there, a programmed knowledge that they were created in the image of humans and what she's doing is sexual even if he has no parts to physically respond to it. She tells herself that if she can kiss him and take his breath away it stands to reason that if she moves her fingers against him, presses there like she might touch herself, it should do something.