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It was kind of nice at first?

[Can they find a way to make it do the fizzy thing on demand? That might be fun. Watching him closely she holds out her hand, palm up.]

_{[Gingerly he takes her hand, resting the back of it against his own palm, only to press down in the center of hers with his free index finger. The pressure is supposed to elicit a response, one that immediately should give her a tingling sensation down her spine. Tickley, in a way. Like fuzzy electricity.]}

Thanks to the chips and their permissions, we should be connected now. There's a kind of rush we get when we fight, so ultimately that positive feedback is now triggered by various physical stimulation. You have complete control of the settings, or at least you should. Don't be afraid to alter things to your liking - I'm here to correct any mistakes.

[Ooh, that was— definitely ticklish. She can't help a giggle. It's pleasant, though, and when she gets the chance she thinks she'd like to do the same to him and see what he does. Especially sometime when he wouldn't be expecting it...]

Connected? [A part of her awareness turns inward, looking for the new chip and its controls.] - yeah, I see it. Mm... I'll try it with your defaults first before I change anything around. Do I need to be connected to someone for it to work?

[That is, what if she gets with a human? Will it still feel nice?]

You don't, no...buuut I think for androids like us it'll be a lot more fun. Y'know, to have that extra level of connection?

_{[There's something comforting to being connected, even if it's just over a simple network, after all.]}

That's something humans don't have, that ability to really connect and get inside another person. We're kind of lucky in that regard.

[There it is, a linkage she visualizes as a narrow bridge between the two of them, and she's tempted to follow it. What would she find over there? Has 2B been there before (god knows she's earned the right), or is the inside of him uncharted territory?

Of course, she puts her curiosity on the backburner. It's not an invitation to take more than he sends her any more than linking with another Operator would be, and she would never really be so presumptuous. She just wonders. Though as for herself, she's basically an open book to him right now.]

It must be lonely. [She grasps his hand, lacing their fingers together, and gives it a little squeeze.]

Even when they're together, they're separate. Huh- you think that's why people here don't really care about privacy? They've always got some, in here. [With her free hand, she taps her temple.]

_{[It's uncharted territory and it's funny really that 6O is the first that's truly getting a look at him in such a light. A2 was afraid of such a connection, didn't trust enough yet to let him touch her settings or give her altered plug-in chips. 2B hadn't connected with him on such a level beyond basic, routine maintenance. This first, as it were, is all 6O's.

God does he know a thing or two about loneliness. Surely she does too. After all, she's just as emotional a being as he is, left without much of an outlet for it. There's a spike in temperature as her fingers lace together with his, a hitch of breath. It reminds him of when he's interfaced with Connor before, although the context was dramatically different. Even so, he'd begun to enjoy such closeness just on a friendly level.]}

Maybe...I don't really know. Some humans are prudish and others don't seem to care at all. You're right though, they can always escape back into their heads.

_{[Not that Androids couldn't do the same, but it was still different. All the differences between them and their creators just continue to surprise him, each and every day.]}

It's more intimate this way though, I think. To have both a physical connection and a network one.

_{[Swallowing he reaches up to brush her bangs aside, tucking a few wayward strands of gold behind an ear.]}

We can have both, if you're ready for it.

[She'd swear the machinery in her chest does a little flip when he does that. A gear got caught somewhere, or something, but in a nice way.]

I am.

[What's to do but dive right in? She places her free hand on his hip- it just seems the place for it- and leans toward him. A moment's pause to imprint all of this into her memory, the soft warmth of his hand in hers, the look in his eyes, even the slight give of the mattress beneath them. Then she goes for it, quickly closing the rest of the distance to capture his lips with her own.]

_{[What to do indeed?

Sure, 9S has kissed before, humans and androids alike by now, but he wasn't expecting 6O to just go for it and take the plunge. She's a lot braver than he is, it seems, and her lips meet the target of his. It catches him off guard for a split second, which makes him feel like an idiot, but soon enough he's returning the contact, raising his free hand up to cup her cheek. Doing so it makes it easier to tilt her head just a bit, to guide her into a position where he can deepen the contact juuust a teeny bit more.]}

[Maybe it's not bravery, precisely. One could call it a cheerful impulsivity, a troublesome tendency of her personality type to see what they want and go for it before worrying too much about the consequences. At least she's better off than some designations would be with her type. For once, it even seems to be working to her advantage.

6O follows his lead, pressing into his hand like a cat seeking pets. She's kissed before, if not as much as she'd have liked to, but and it was always nice, but this seems different in a way she can't quite pin down. More... just more, basically, brighter, sharper. She's not sure if that's the effect of the chip, or just what she expects the chip to be like, a digital placebo effect as it were, or maybe it's just him. It calls for further analysis. More data. More kissing. She kisses him back with enthusiasm, letting go of his hand only so she can wrap her arm around him instead and press in that little bit closer.]

_{[She's pretty receptive and honestly he's glad for it, relieved even as he feels his internal temperature steadily rise degree after degree. If she relayed to him how she felt, that it was more he'd agree. Kissing 6O, kissing another Android, especially when connected like this...it's different. It doesn't compare to kissing a human and really he's not sure what's better.

6O is automatically better just by virtue of familiarity, of the fondness he feels toward her as a fellow YoRHa unit. It was imperative that they all stick together, after all, especially after everything that had happened at the fort. Her excitement and eagerness has the edges of his lips tugging upward into a smile. It's not like they need to breathe but hot air does need to go somewhere and so when he feels her pressing up against him, her arm embracing him, he breaks the contact briefly to huff out a puff of heated air.

But he's diving right back in, giving her just enough of an opportunity to do the same as he just had. It isn't like they really have to talk when they can readily send how they feel over the local network they've created between the two of them. In a way, it's nicer that way - more intimate.]}

[Light, warm fondness. Excitement, laced with a touch of first-time jitters. Curiosity about him, what he likes, what makes him feel good. She lets it all flow through their linkage for him to read, and if his curse of curiosity draws him in deeper there's not much to stop him.

She takes the moment to vent when he does, letting out an audible pleased sigh. Then he's back and she parts her lips slightly, inviting him to go deeper. She wants to be closer— edges forward until she's effectively in his lap, wrapping him tight in her arms.]

_{[He picks up on that curiosity easily enough. After all, his own curiosity is up and running, practically threatening to force him to overclock his processors to deal with what he's experiencing. Objectively it's not much feedback he's getting from her, but every little tidbit of data he receives is overblown and analyzed tenfold.

It feels good to be squeezed, to have the weight of her in his lap. She might be heavy but to him it's a weight he's more than happy to bear. With her lips parted he wastes no time sliding his tongue past them, dragging the tip against the roof of her mouth.]}

[That's a little weird-feeling, but not a bad weird. Kind of ticklish, she observes in a mildly distracted manner, a not insignificant chunk of her own resources devoted to picking over the feedback from his side almost as closely as he's doing. She hardly needs any of it to pick up on the thread of nervousness through it all, and even though she feels much the same it makes her want to laugh. This is a process with no failure state possible, aside from maybe overheating to death. Which, okay, seems plausible, but that's not going to happen.

She traces the contour of his lower lip with her tongue and makes a little pleased hum. Soft. Her hands slip underneath the hem of his shirt, seeking more contact of skin on skin.]

_{[He doesn't fuss when her hands slide beneath his shirt. If anything, he's all for it, hungry for physical contact if not starved for it. If there's one thing being close to another brought it was comfort and that's what he's craving right now. He may not be entirely sure where to put his own hands, but he lets his fingers dance up her spine as he moans against her mouth, eagerly pressing back when she licks her way across his lips.]}

Ah, 6O...

_{[Is someone getting a little heated? You betcha. There's a thought that transfers between them, the image of him atop her, grinding down against her. It's a pathetic, pale imitation of sex and he knows it, but he can't help but let it slip.]}

[So what if it's a cheap imitation? If it works, it works. The image sends a spark down her spine, anticipation a warm and almost fluttery sensation in her chest, and she makes sure to share those feelings with him. She slides her hands up his back, delighted by the feel of synthetic skin and the heat that radiates from his body because of her. She's kissed a little, but she's never gotten another android into a state like this.]

Can I take this off?

[She grasps his shirt from underneath and gives it a little tug.]

Yeah...

_{[The answer is vented out a little more breathy than he means for it too as he readily accepts those feelings she transfers over to him. It's not like this is something he's used to either - A2 hadn't ever let him connect to her in a way like this and 2B? Well, he doesn't want to think about her right now. 6O is who had his focus right now and to 9S' credit, whatever or whoever he directs his attention toward always gets it in its entirety.

He's pushing a bit at her own outfit, but it's far more difficult to poke fingertips under fabric in her case.]}

Anything you want, 6O.

_{[At least maybe for her, right now, he can be good enough.]}

[It was never about being "good enough" o not. YoRHa has... its own priorities, ones she's going to need to have a good long think about later. Not now.

She takes hold of the hem and pulls, up and over his head in an easy, fluid motion that he can feel actually surprises her a bit; a part of her had expected it to get stuck or something similarly embarrassing. She doesn't stop to appreciate his bare chest yet, but takes his hand in a gentle grip and guides him up and back to the zipper on the back of her suit. Pull that down and he can peel the whole thing off her, shed it like a second skin.]

_{[It's embarrassing to be nude and exposed to her like this, just a bit more than he would be in front of a human. Perhaps it's because of the connection they currently are sharing, the fact that he's more exposed internally than he's ever been, but he finds his fingers trembling as she directs the digits to the zipper at her back. It's one fluid motion that he uses as he pulls it down the length of her spine, watching with an apt sort of reverence as the garment begins to loosen around her.

He's not sure how easy it'll be for her to shimmy out of as she sits on him but that'll be up to 6O to figure out.]}

[She'll sure try. The top half is easy, and she quickly has herself stripped down to the waist and only elbows him in the chest a little in the process. The lower half is the tricky part. With a lot of shimmying and wiggling, she gets it partway down, but at last she moves off of him so she can peel the last of the lacy mesh and synthetic leather away from her legs.

She backs away a little, settling onto her knees on the bed, blushing beet red and not quite meeting 9S's eye. Now that she's bare-- and when was the last time that happened for anything other than maintenance?-- she finds herself a little self-conscious, irrationally worried that her body might not be good enough. All YoRHa are deliberately beautiful, of course, built to a lithe ideal of the human image, but she can't help comparing herself to the likes of 2B (or the Commander, holy wow,) and feeling a little... small.]

_{[She's beautiful. Sure, her measurements may not be the same as the Commander or 2B (or even A2) but that doesn't make her any less lovely to look at in his eyes. Now that she's fully stripped it's only fair that he follows suit, wriggling out of his shorts until he's just as nude. He joins her on the mattress, the two of them as doll-like below. It's...honestly kind of a relief they're the same in that regard.

Gingerly he reaches out with a hand to tuck a few wayward strands of hair out of the way behind her ear.]}

You're really pretty, 6O.

_{[She might not think she's up to snuff and that worry comes through but he thinks it's silly, even though he gets where she's coming from.]}

[She cups his hand in hers, gently stroking the back of it. Her eyes flick downward, taking in the whole of his slim (okay, downright skinny) frame.]

You too. Nines.

[Yeah, you better believe the use of his nickname was deliberate. If a voice could wink, hers would. At the same time, an image flickers over their linkage, the same one he showed her moments ago; then it changes, the two of them still similarly entwined but now he's using his mouth too, exploring her body with kisses. If it's anything like kissing on the mouth, she thinks that would feel really nice. Warm and a little wet, like the kiss she leans in to steal from him before grasping his shoulder and giving an insistent tug forward, leaning back to guide him down to the bed.]

_{[It would be warm and a little wet, and not to mention soft. Despite their titanium alloy frames and all the hardware that makes them tick, they're surprisingly plush. The nickname hits him in the gut, makes him feel awkwardly dizzy even though he shouldn't. It's so silly that such a simple thing gets him going, the image she sends over giving him the nudge he needs to feel confident enough to do what she wants from him.

It's not the most coordinated tumble, but he ends up ontop of her anyway, her beautiful body beneath him as he catches himself with his hands to stop from squishing her beneath him. Not that his weight would do much to her, but still...

Leaning down he picks up where they left off, kissing her sweetly in a bid to reorient himself and bring his focus back. There's a lot going on in that head of his, after all, and he needs to make sure he doesn't overwhelm himself. The last thing he needs is to overheat in front of her.]}

[That's assuming she doesn't overheat first. She breathes hard, almost panting against his mouth in an effort to get back to something like stable, shut up the alerts at the back of her consciousness before things get even heavier. May as well be shoveling sand against the tide, because how is she supposed to cool down like this? Is that the feedback from him making her head spin, or is it all her?

Seems they both need to slow down for a moment, anyway. She doesn't push further yet, just kisses back sweet and slow, and gently strokes the back of his neck. If she really looked for it she could find the faint seam where the access to his plug-in chips is. There's something she won't be looking at in the same way for a while.]

_{[It's probably a bit of both, in all honesty, that's making them both dizzy. After all she's not the only one who's left spinning. The gentle caress she gives his neck has him shivering, deepening the kiss as he lazily traces the outline of her lips with his tongue. It's a sore spot for him, his neck (for obvious reasons) and having her touch him there is a sign of trust. A little wave of anxiety is sent over from that but it's followed by a wave of reassurance and delight.

This is exactly the sort of thing he needs right now. He only hopes she feels the same.]}

You're so beautiful, 6O.

_{[He mutters the compliment against her lips before moving catching her lower one between his teeth for a soft, lazy tug.]}

[As soon as she picks up on the anxiety she moves, despite the reassurance that follows. She doesn't need to know why it bothers him (if she thinks about it, she knows,) only that it does. Instead her fingertips dance along his spine, tracing the line of it down. Another image crosses her mind, and subsequently his, of herself following it with a trail of kisses; but she lets it pass, ephemeral. Maybe later, but they'd have to change places and she doesn't want that right now.]

You are.

[It's a bit of a mumble with her lip in his teeth, but understandable enough.]

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