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She lifts her hands to take the visor the rest of the way off, setting it carefully to the side before she lifts her head to meet his eyes. There's something cagey to them, something almost afraid, but she shifts so that she's closer to him, knees almost touching his, and covers his hand with hers so that it will stay pressed to her cheek.

"I wouldn't get sick of you," she promises him, earnest enough to be easy to believe. She's being open with him, letting him see that she really does mean it. "I don't think that's possible."

"Hmm...wouldn't be so sure about that 2B. You might catch a nasty virus from me."

He's kidding of course, and it shows on his face as he continues to gaze at her, his expression becoming more and more relaxed as he does. There's a tenderness reflected in his eyes as he takes note of all her features without her visor in the way. Sure, their eyes might technically be made up of the same components and have the same striking blue to them, hers he thinks are far prettier than his own.

"That was a joke, by the way." Daring, he gives her cheek a little pinch before cupping its pair with his other hand. "Although sometimes I think I've come down with something."

"9S," she says softly, but she trails off as she stares back at him, feeling perfectly at home with his hands touching her the way they are.

There's so much she wants to say, so much she wants to be sure he knows, but getting there, finding the road to that point, it feels impossible. She doesn't know what she's doing when it comes to her emotions, she's a battle type, she understands action better than anything else.

That's why she takes his hands and pulls them away, but instead of any sort of rejection she's leaning in, curling her hand around the back of his neck, and pulling him gently forward to close the already small space between them.

Very, very gently she presses her lips to his, still unsure how much of this he's done, what he's comfortable with, if it's even okay to kiss him. She doesn't know if he likes kissing, if he likes to be touched by the humans he may have let in. She knows he likes to be near her and she knows, deep down, that he loves her.

She loves him too, and there has been too much lying, too much hidden. This, at the very least, she needs to be honest about.

It's amazing, how one little action can completely halt every single process currently running, every program whirring and compiling in the background grinding to a total stop. It's like he's suddenly run into an error he can't seem to make any sense of, it's a BSOD moment for him, if you will.

2B is kissing him, of her own volition.
2B is kissing him, without any outside influence.
2B is kissing him, because, he realizes, almost shocking himself (literally), because she wants to.

There's a surge of coolant that rushes immediately to his cheeks and around the rest of his body, in a desperate attempt to keep his internal temperature level. It's just spiked dangerously, the highest it's ever been as his pulse races, his eyes wide and fixated on her. She's too close though for them to properly focus and so it only adds to the dizzying sensation having her lips on his gives him. A little jolt of electricity runs through every inch of his frame, bringing him back to reality...and yep. She's still kissing him.

Lucrezia had to be right - God was real - and this? This moment right now? This very instance that he'll never forget in his entire life because he's going to back it up twice and thrice? This has to be Heaven, or the closest he'll ever get to it.

Once the lag on his processors seems to cease he's immediately leaning into the contact, returning the gesture eagerly and just as gentle, lips pliant and welcoming. Surely she can feel the smile he's got as he kisses her back, the corners of his lips pulled up in delight. He wasn't expecting this but he doesn't care. He could care about anything less right now and for once he's not going to question it.

To do so would mean to break the kiss and he sure as hell isn't going to do that.

Edited 2018-12-12 01:53 (UTC)

The lack of response for those first few seconds makes her doubt, but he's quick to cycle through his power failure and she can almost feel his face heat up as he flushes like a human would, a mechanical reaction just like the ones she's experienced herself, so she knows he's got to be feeling warm and light, fuzzy and happy.

It makes her happy, beyond pleased to have been able to give this to him when she knows she probably should have beaten down these walls long before they even woke up here together.

She should have told him something, anything, to make him understand that no matter what happened they would always have each other. All she has now is a kiss, her hand at his neck to soothe and keep him close instead of to hurt him, and when he finally starts to kiss her back and she can feel him smiling the feeling of intense love in her chest only swells, grows hotter and brighter all because of him.

It's the reciprocation she was craving, a sign that this is okay, and once he gives it her other hand lifts up to cup his cheek. Her gloves are still on, she's not touching him skin to skin like she'd like, but just like he won't break the kiss to ask questions she isn't going to stop kissing him so she can take her gloves off.

Gloves can be removed at a later point, for now the focus is 2B's mouth, something he's been thinking about a lot. It's always been a point of focus for him, quite literally, what with how the two of them have always sported their YoRHa visors. He could never focus on her eyes because they were hidden - he had to learn how to look to her mouth to get a read on whatever emotions she'd be trying to hide from him.

But oh what a mouth it is. Her lips are soft, pliant and feel like a dream what with how warm they are against his own. Sure, this isn't technically the first time they've kissed before, but it is the first time she's ever willingly initiated such contact. With her hand on his cheek he feels as if he's swooning, dizzy by just how strong the sensation is. It's as if someone's kicked him in the head, damaging his balance sensors in his ears, leaving him to spin out of control. Who would've thought a kiss could have such a potent effect on him? None of the other kisses had him feeling like this, or at least not anywhere near this extent.

Again, thank humans for their crafty design, that he doesn't really have to breathe, and although hot air vents its way from between his lips as he parts them to deepen the contact, there's no need for intake of fresh, no need to pull away and 'catch' his breath, so to speak. He'd been feeling low still, even though things had been more or less sorted out, but now? None of that matters now. Nothing in this very moment matters except her and the feel of her kissing him. His hands slip away from her cheeks, only to ghost down her neck as he leans even closer, sliding his arms over her shoulders to link them together. There's no hiding his affection for her - it's been a moot point and lost cause since the two of them were reactivated here. It's fine though. This is fine. Everything is fine.

Right now? He could die happy.

Even though he'd rather not.

There's a hum that travels up his throat, the vibration reaching his lips as he more or less sighs into the kiss. Love is one hell of a drug, far more potent than any E-Drug could ever hope to be. He can't help but wonder if Jackass is aware of that.

Edited 2018-12-12 06:39 (UTC)

Eventually, though, 2B does pull away. She has to, wants to see his face, and she eases him back just enough to get a good look at him.

Cheeks flushed, that silly, happy smile on his face. He always looks young thanks to how he was designed, but now he looks young and alive, fresh and perfect, and there's a new welling up of affection for him that has her thumbs stroking his cheeks when she cradles his face again, eyes roaming over his face with the kind of slow, careful tracking that can only mean she's making a recording of this.

Something to play back, that she'll never be able to forget. One of many precious memories made with 9S that only she will ever know. She wants to tell him to remember that they're a team, that she is his partner no matter who else might come into the picture, no matter which humans he may spend his time with or share his heart with, but it isn't hard to tell from the look on his face that being reminded that other people exist won't be helpful, not right now. That won't be what he wants.

So she kisses him again, but this time she leans backwards, pulling him with her as she reclines along the length of the couch. It'll make him lay on top of her, but she wants that. She wants to feel him that close, the warmth of his body up against her own, and she wants him to feel that he has her there, just for him, trapped only for him by her own choice.

He wouldn't consider himself perfect - not by a long shot, especially here. 2B is attractive and beautiful, more so than anyone else he's laid eyes on. If someone had to choose between the two of them, they'd certainly pick her over him. None of that matters though, because it's clear he's her pick, at least right now, and that leaves him feeling over the moon. He's all smiles as he holds her gaze, committing every second of the experience to memory.

Being reminded that others exist won't be helpful, no, because right now? He doesn't care about anyone else. He doesn't care about other androids, he doesn't care about humans or otherwise. No other existence matters to him, no other being means as much to him. He leans into her touch, unable to hold back the sigh in his chest as she strokes his face. If he had to die right now, he'd die happy. Truly, utterly happy.

She's kissing him again and he's finding himself drawn toward her once more, pulled atop her to settle against her front. It's comfortable, laying like this, and he fits nicely against her. They're two peas in a pod, two pieces that make a whole. He's warm and so is she, the heat between their bodies pleasant and inviting. He kisses her back sweetly, lips pliant and soft as he wraps his arms around her, elbows settling either side of her. If he could keep her like this, forever, on this couch, he would.

In coming here, 2B knew what she was going to do. She knew that she was going to find a way to show 9S how she felt, that it would mean showing him, physically, that she wanted him. That he was special to her in a way that went beyond partnership or even a friendship, as much as she prizes that.

She knew she would kiss him, and before coming to this place she thinks she wouldn't have ever considered anything more. She hasn't asked him how far he's gotten with humans because she hasn't wanted the question turned around on her considering his less than positive feelings about her changes, but she's been in this position before. Someone she cared for deeply settling their body over hers, legs tangled, hands lingering.

But this is 9S, and she knows his reluctance to modify his body and it hadn't been hard for her to assume that he would never accept her the way she is now. She'd changed for the humans, put herself at risk. He hates it.

She can't see him wanting anything more than a kiss, so her hands settle on his waist, drifting no lower. She's content just like this, lips moving against his gently, never parting to deepen it but never stopping any longer than it takes to find a new angle to press her lips to his.

Oh how wrong she is. Nothing could be farther from the truth. He wants her, in every single possible way he could have her, without fail. Sexual or not, it doesn't matter to 9S - he just wants 2B. Now, that doesn't mean he wasn't upset when she went out of her way to get modified, more or less right away, to serve humanity - he was. He was even more upset with the way she had pressured him initially to do the same, the way she wouldn't listen to his arguments against why he didn't want to. They're still points he stands by. Sure, he gets it. He understands, to a degree, her line of reasoning but he still thinks her decision was foolish, and the longer he spends time among those they've been programmed to show deference to...he doesn't think they deserve it. They don't deserve 2B or A2 or even him. They don't deserve their programmed loyalty and affection. The more 9S thinks about it, the more he can't stop thinking they should have to earn it.

Why did all of them long for the touch of beings that were, at least until they came here, inaccessible and unfathomable? It's troublesome. Why was it that humans were so perfect in their eyes? Logically, 9S knows they're far from it. Some of them are pleasant, some of them he adores in his own way, but none of the feelings he has for them come close to how he feels about her. He's always felt too much, it's a problem with his model. Honestly, he's not sure why he was made the way he was. Why create something that was so naturally curious, so full of emotion that most of the time it was too much? Too much to handle, too much to process...just like now it's too much. 2B has always been too much for him. Too good for him.

But that hasn't ever stopped him from wanting her attention and affection.

There are a lot of reasons, far more valid than modifications that 9S could hate 2B for. Despite the changes she's made, she's still 2B. A chassis for them is just that - a replaceable body - or had been. Here though parts weren't easy to come by. They couldn't go around messing with what they had. In that vein, he wishes she'd talked to him, had let him do maintenance on her...she's behind in that, isn't she? He's been scared to ask though, scared to suggest it. Afraid she'll turn him down again for offering to do his job, what he was made to do. Things here have made interacting with each other so complicated, far more so than it had been under YoRHa's watch. At least back then they had clear objectives, clear motives and goals. 9S had things to work toward - he knew his place, even if he was always trying to push boundaries.

Here he's still trying to figure out where that's supposed to be, where he's supposed to fit in. It's far harder than he ever thought it'd be and it's something he's thought about, before he'd found out the truth. What would it be like to live among humans? What would they have them do after the war was over? His fantasies, thus far, haven't exactly been met by reality, but how could they be? And on that note...could his expectations ever be met?

He's thinking too much. He always is. Forcing himself to stop he wraps his arms around 2B tighter, almost desperately, as if she'll turn to sand and slip away from beneath him. Shifting, her hands on his hips, he straddles her better on the couch, the cushions sagging beneath their combined weight as he moves to deepen the kiss, a hint of possessiveness behind the move. If only she knew just how desperate he was...or maybe she was aware? Maybe she had been all along?

Then again, did it really matter? All that matters, right now, is having her under him and keeping her there. All that matters is knowing, despite everything they've gone through, she cares.

He only hopes she cares just as much as he does.

Edited 2018-12-16 22:07 (UTC)

Her perceptions of humanity have shifted, but only somewhat. She's learned that some are better than others, that she likes some more than others. That she wants to spend her time with a small number more than she wants to share herself with the masses. It's been a slow realization, something of a shock if she's honest, to learn that rather than make herself available to all she would perhaps be happiest in the arms of the ones who need her most.

And who is that if not 9S? She knows she's done terribly by him until now and so when his hands tighten on her she lifts towards him rather than pull away. When he kisses her harder she makes a soft little sound for him, something so small and weak as her lips part to yield to him, let him in.

She didn't expect this side to him, for him to reach for more rather than be satisfied by what she offered, but she doesn't have the strength of will to tell him no. She won't hurt him any more than she already has, could never reject him. Her hands shift, carding through his hair, and she feels an odd stab of jealousy.

Where did he learn to kiss like this?

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.

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?"

He's beyond sure.

"...You're the only one I really, really want."

The confession comes quietly as he finds something inside of him swelling at the sound of his nickname on her lips. If he could play it on repeat he would; every time she gives in and gives him what he wants he can't help but worry it'll be the last time she'll indulge him. Happiness isn't something he can hold onto for very long, despite wanting to grasp onto it and never let go.

That swelling feeling? He realizes what it is a moment later when a familiar wetness wells at the corners of his eyes. He doesn't dare to open them, for fear the tears he's holding onto will be tugged away by gravity.

"But I don't want you to humour me if I'm not good enough the way I am. I want to be, I've always wanted to be enough 2B, even before all of this...but if I'm not then..."

Then he'll have to come to terms with it, even if it'll be the death of him again.

Her heart, what passes for it, it feels like it rips apart when she sees those tears in his eyes. All thought goes out the window and she simply reaches up, cups his face and pulls him down.

But she doesn't kiss him on the lips. She kisses the corners of his eyes, kisses those tears away, touching him so carefully so that he knows how dear he is to her.

"It isn't like that." She says firmly, urging him to look at her with a gentle little shake, her lips brushing his cheek as she lets her head fall back on the couch again. "I don't want you to feel... disappointment, with me. Being what I am now."

There. She's said it, clearly. Let there be no doubt that any hangup she might have is entirely because she doesn't think he could ever find her appealing now.

The way she kisses the corners of his eyes and cheeks so tenderly, the way she'd been carding fingers through his hair...even he can tell it's done out of adoration. He wants her to keep touching him like this, to keep showering him with love...because that's what this, isn't it? What else could it be?

Shaking his head while she still cups his face he can't help but laugh, the sound one coated with relief rather than mirth.

"You're crazy, you know that 2B? You couldn't disappoint me, even if you tried."

His eyes open then as he smiles down at her, unable to help himself. 21O had scolded him the last time he'd been genuine with his comments, told that he shouldn't flatter...but it isn't flattery if it's pointing out objective truth.

"You'll always be beautiful to me, 2B...no matter what chassis you're in."

Edited 2018-12-25 00:07 (UTC)

She can't help the part of her that doubts that.

He wouldn't think that way if he knew what she had done over and over, seemingly without end. If he knew how many times she'd spilled his blood or crushed his neck with her hands he wouldn't find her beautiful. If he knew what she really was, that she wasn't even his 2B at all, she knows he could never forgive her for it.

It's wrong to keep hiding it but she does all the same, refusing to ever, ever let him know when it means she'll lose this. She couldn't take that, could never bear it, so instead of commenting she pulls him down to kiss him again, open-mouthed and a touch more demanding than she'd allowed herself to be before.

But still gentle. Still treating him like she's afraid of breaking him.

The joke is that he does know. She lies and he's aware of it, even if he won't point it out right now. It doesn't matter how many times she takes him out, it doesn't matter what she does to him, he'd never turn her away. For better or worse, he'll be by her side.

When she kisses him again he's quick to return it, the way he leans into the contact needy and passionate. He wants her to be demanding, he wants her to be pushy and greedy. That's how he feels, after all, teeth finding their way to her lower lip once more. He's not made of glass, after all, and as such doesn't want her treating him like he is.

He's not human.

He doesn't want to stop. He tells her that out loud so she can't misinterpret it, shows her with his actions, and a part of her is still scared of what might happen if he ever learns the truth, but she owes him more than letting herself get caught up in dark thoughts when all he wants is something she can easily give him as long as she knows he really does want it.

He must, the way he kisses her again, and she threads her fingers into his hair to pull him down, urge him to keep biting if he wants to bite, to kiss him as hard as he might want to. Any damage they might cause to each other will be negligible and anyway, the mild spark of the possibility of this turning into a fight only makes her want him more.

One of her hands slides down, though, and finds his shoulder. Her hand strokes along his arm, over his elbow, down to his wrist, and it's when she breaks the kiss herself that she guides his hand up to cover her breast. She watches his face as she presses his hand to her, hungry to see the expression he'll show her when he gets to touch for the first time.

The thought of getting a little rough is enough to excite and drive him forward, inspiring him to nip and tug like he's truly hungry. In a way he is, but it's a hunger for affection and attention. For that he's starved, especially coming from her. Every touch she gives him he commits to memory, cherishing the sensation. It's only when he finds her dragging his hand up to settle his palm against her breast that he's stopped dead in his tracks.

The expression he gives her is priceless, one of awe as he stares at his hand for a moment, only for his gaze to shift to her face. His cheeks are flushed pink, warmed as coolant rushes to try and balance his internal temperature. He's...touching her. Through clothing, sure, but that doesn't diminish the weight of the action. Suddenly his other hand finds her cheek as he thumbs it, smoothing soft skin. His gloves are annoying him and so he breaks the newly made contact, only to pull off his glove with his teeth before replacing his hand. Skin on skin contact gives him a rush like no other.

"You're beautiful."

He can't help himself.

She smiles softly at his reaction, charmed and feeling a rush of affection for him when something this simple floors him this easily.

"We don't look that much different," she points out to him, leaning up to catch his lips in another kiss but this time, not laying back down. She sits up fully until he's essentially in her lap, hand on her breast, her teeth pulling too gently on his lip as she gives his hips a gentle push.

"This isn't the place for this. Show me your room."

The last thing she wants is A2 to walk in and ruin this moment, this thing between them that still feels so delicate that it might pop even from this one minor disturbance of changing locations.

Of course they look different. Sure, they look the same in the sense they're of the same make and both YoRHa units, but she's objectively more appealing. Anyone who would say otherwise would have to be blind. He's not going to protest though, not when 9S has found himself in her lap with her telling him they should go to his room.

He doesn't have to be told twice.

Up he scrambles off the couch, bare hand snagging gloved fingers to help her up to her feet. It's then he guides her, leading her toward his room, hoping that he hasn't left it in too big of a mess.

When they do enter she'll be greeted with a simple, monochrome furnished room, a desk in the corner sporting various pieces of electronics and machinery. His bed is neatly made, a small book of poetry on his bedside table. Suddenly he feels self conscious about his room, even though he knows she could care less.

"It's pretty simple but...it's cozy?"

Or it will be now, with her here with him.

Honestly, she doesn't spare much of a glance at her surroundings. She does look, taking in one moment to see what kind of place 9S calls home now that they have more freedom to make their own space their own, but to her the most important thing in the room is 9S himself. Her eyes move back to him almost at once, hand squeezing his to try to calm him down a little more.

"It's perfect." She promises him, drawing him so carefully back to her. She kisses him once before she leads him herself to his bed, but she doesn't sit.

She puts her hands on his shoulders and presses him down first, has him sit down on the edge of the bed and then stands in front of him as she moves her hands to the ties keeping her skirt in place. Wordlessly she begins to untie it, letting him watch her as she moves through the mechanical steps of undressing herself.

"You're perfect."

He blurts out back, easily guided toward his bed, letting himself be pushed down onto the edge of the mattress, only to be left to watch her fiddle with the ties of her skirt. He feels like he's entered an alternate reality as he keeps his gaze fixated on her. Much like how he's the most important part of the room, she's the most important thing for him to fix his attention on.

It's not like it's the first time he's seen her without her skirt. They've both self-destructed before, leaving them with unfavorably less clothing to cover them thanks to the blast. Context though makes all the difference - this is a deliberate removal of clothing, for his eyes alone right now. His pulse is racing as the implication of what's to come has his processors whirring wildly within him. His face is even redder now, gaze truly transfixed.

He's in awe as he stares at her with a kind of reverence one might reserve for God alone. Humans may be their gods, but to him 2B is beyond that - he's her savior. Without her, he wouldn't know what to do with himself other than do a poor job at toning down the red of his face.

The military model that she is, 2B isn't one to leave a mess behind. After she removes her skirt she folds it and sets it aside, smiling faintly at his praise as he lavishes it on her again.

"You don't have to keep complimenting me, Nines. I'm not going anywhere."

She tells him this even as she's undoing the closures that hold her top together, working the sleeves down her arms and folding that up too. He's seen her in just her leotard but he's right about the context meaning so much more, it's impossible to ignore the fact that her body, so different from his to start with and now modified to bring pleasure to a human, has started to respond.

Will he know what to do? Will she have to show him? When he feels the way her upgraded parts leak fluid will he reject her after all?

None of these doubts show on her face as she leans over to untie her boots, but she feels them all the same.

"You should undress too."

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