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historyrepeating: (but I wish)

[personal profile] historyrepeating 2018-12-12 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
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."
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[personal profile] historyrepeating 2018-12-12 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
"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.
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[personal profile] historyrepeating 2018-12-12 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] historyrepeating 2018-12-16 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] historyrepeating 2018-12-16 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] historyrepeating 2018-12-24 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
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?
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[personal profile] historyrepeating 2018-12-24 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
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?"
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[personal profile] historyrepeating 2018-12-24 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] historyrepeating 2018-12-25 12:49 am (UTC)(link)
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.
historyrepeating: (The peeling rust)

[personal profile] historyrepeating 2018-12-25 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] historyrepeating 2018-12-25 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] historyrepeating 2018-12-25 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
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.
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[personal profile] historyrepeating 2018-12-25 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
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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