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[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.]

_{[He doesn't feel beautiful. Liar he thinks, but deliberately keeps that from being sent over. He doesn't really believe she's lying. 6O doesn't lie, she's not the type, and she had just called him pretty a moment ago...but hasn't his whole existence just been one lie after another stacked up until everything eventually crumpled under its own weight? Is he getting cold feet? Why the sudden anxiety? Is it his fear of fucking up? Of messing it up somehow? What if it wasn't to her liking? What if it wasn't good enough or she ended up hating it? What if she ended up hating him-

No. He's got to stop that. He can't think like that. Immediately he puts an end to the thought process he'd started, truncating it. That's enough.

He lets her lip go only to capture her mouth in a more desperate sort of kiss, one that carries the feeling of hoping she won't go, as he cups a cheek in hand, thumbing the skin he finds here. The contact doesn't last as long as he wants it to but if he allows himself to indulge in this much sweetness he'll drown, simply because part of him, deep down, doesn't believe he deserves it.

So he kisses her jaw instead, tracing the contour of it down to press his lips to her neck. It's a deliberate path he takes, one full of little sensors that'll cause her to shudder and feel good. As much damage as he took to his neck over it was still a place that was oh so sensitive - it should be no different for her.]}

Mm-?

[Something's different. She's not picking up anything untoward over their link but he kisses like a drowning man finding air, like his life depends on it and it's not just playful exploration anymore. In the moment between breaking the kiss and moving it elsewhere she opens her eyes (funny, she'd been so focused on other senses she barely realized she'd closed them), his name a confused murmur on her lips.]

Nines?

[Then he's trailing kisses down her jawline and she was surely imagining things, anyway; she squirms beneath him, tilting her head to expose more of her neck to his attention.

If this feeling really is based on what androids experience in battle, she's amazed they can focus long enough to win the fight.]

Don't worry, 6O, I'm going to blow your mind.

_{[Figuratively speaking, of course. He doesn't actually want to blow her mind. That'd be an absolute fucking disaster. He gives her neck a lick before grazing synthetic skin with teeth. He doesn't bite down though, he's not foolish enough to, but he does press a kiss to her clavicle, his hand leaving her cheek to trace up her side instead. He cups one of her breasts then, thumbing her nipple gently, amazed at how plush she feels. Sure, he knows they were made in their maker's image, but she's just as soft as any human girl he's been with.

It's better, in a way, and that slips through as he nips at the crook of her neck, nuzzling the spot a moment later, belatedly answering the call of his name. His nickname.]}

Yeah...?

[The scrape of his teeth over skin makes her gasp, a sweet sting that goes straight past the chip's reroutes and appeals to the part of her code that was built for war. That part is almost disappointed when the graze doesn't turn into a bite, and there's another thing she's not going to examine too closely right now; all she knows is this feels good. She hooks one of her legs over his, using the leverage to press upwards, bringing their lower bodies together. Not quite a grind but definitely an invitation to one.

What was she going to ask again...? Never mind; she was projecting her own first-time nerves on him, nothing more. But she does have something more useful to say, actually.]

What makes you feel good?

[Sex is a reciprocal act, at least it should be. Everything he gives her, she wants to give back and make him feel as good as he deserves.]

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Being useful.

_{[It comes out of him before he even has a chance to check the words over. In the end he means what he says though and that comes across enough in the connection they have. He wants to be pleasing and to please, whether the target is human, android or otherwise. There's another press of his lips against her throat as he presses their hips together to meet the lift of hers.]}

Knowing I've done a good job. Y'know, things like that.

_{[Clearly someone doesn't care about getting off themselves.]}

[She's all ready to push him on that, about to say something about how she wants him to get off too, but all that comes out is a gentle whimper. 6O is learning rather quickly that her neck and throat are a major soft spot- one she trusts 9S to handle with care.

She gives his rear a little squeeze and rolls her hips in an experimental grind against him. Even better than his kisses to her throat- how would this be with parts? Just as sensitive, or even more? Probably for the best she doesn't send that particular thought, but she tries to share the sensations with him so he can feel firsthand what a good job he's doing.]

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