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That's the reaction she wants. He sways a little as she touches him but her hand on his hip steadies him, the other still working slow between his legs. It's working and she's glad, glad they've found a way to share this without it requiring him to change, and she gives him a rare and gentle smile as she presses a kiss to his thigh.

Her lips move against that skin slowly, trailing soft kisses and dragging her teeth against him to make him make more of those sounds, and she wonders just how attentive the humans have been with him. Have they touched him like this? Has he touched himself? Does he focus on giving pleasure rather than receiving to avoid humans reacting to the way his body was created?

The angle she's at, the fact that she's sitting on the bed and he's standing over her, it all makes the next step too obvious. There may be nothing there but it doesn't stop 2B from licking him, pressing her face between his thighs and rolling her tongue against that sensitive skin, so soft and warm and perfect, and she can't help the softly indulgent sound she makes as she sucks and licks at him.

Her smile is more electrifying to him than if she'd suddenly run a direct current into him with a live wire. He feels himself choking up at the sight, practically blindsided as she steadies and keeps him in place. It's a good thing she does, for his knees feel weak and wobbly as she pays him such care and attention. The sounds she makes are erotic in a way that get to him more than any human sounds have thus far. It's because they're from her, of course, and he has an extreme bias, but that doesn't detract from the effect they have on his pulse or internal temperature rising.

For the most part his partners haven't exactly been attentive, but that wasn't exactly a fault of their own. He shied away from being given attention down there, for fear of being rejected. Besides, he much preferred being useful and giving pleasure, rather than receiving it.

But that doesn't mean it doesn't feel good. 2B sure does make it feel good and somehow they've managed to avoid hurting one another. (So far, at least.) He mutters out her name, the number and letter spoken on a sigh that seems to fall out of him, fingers gripping her hair just a bit. His toes are tingling, wriggling in his socks, trickles of electricity shooting down his spine. It's a lot of sensory information she's unloading on him right now but he's enjoying every second of it.

"2-2B...oh man-"

It's an inescapable fact that androids experience feelings of arousal when they fight and 2B has found that that absolutely coincides with what it does to her when her partners get a little rough with her in intimate moments like this. When 9S pulls her hair just that little bit it makes her pause, makes her groan softly as she pulls back to take a breath she doesn't need and try to cool her processors down.

But she doesn't stop for long. She's right back at him in a fraction of a second, the tug on her scalp from his grasping urging her to keep going, give him more. She's less careful, less gentle now that she knows he does like it, does feel it the way she was hoping to.

It feels a little foolish to push his legs open wider so she can find a better angle, her thumb stroking against him where her tongue isn't rolling against him like she's trying to do everything she can to give him as much pleasure as possible.

The less gentle she is with him the more he can feel himself getting worked up. He doesn't mean to pull her hair but the more she pushes his legs apart and touches him with her tongue and fingers the more he tightens his grip. It's only after a moment he realizes what he's doing and lets his fingers gently smooth down the sides of her head to rest on her shoulders, as if placing his palms there will help keep him upright. It's not that effective, for he finds himself leaning over more and more, shivering despite the fact he's far too hot for his own good.

He's felt this way before when A2 had pierced his shoulder with a metal pole, when she'd bit and hurt him in the process of trying to find release for the pent up feeling of this...whatever 'this' was. It runs deeper than just arousal. Hell, 9S isn't really sure he can even call it that. All he knows is that he's losing his grip (metaphorically this time). It's surprising too that it feels so good to be touched down there when there's not really anything to touch. He'd pat himself on the back for a job well done when it comes to the changes he'd made, but he's too busy panting, venting little bursts of hot air from between his lips as 2B makes him tremble.

He's not sure where it'll end. Feeling something is one thing, but finding release is another beast in of itself that he hasn't entirely figured out yet. 2B, he presumes, was able to feel that relief. For 9S that relief came with a literal reboot. Hopefully he can keep his temperature under control but by the looks of it that's becoming increasingly difficult.

Abruptly, her hands go tight on his hips and she pulls away, but only so she can pull him down towards her. With a graceful turn she pushes him down into the bed and follows him down, pinning him down into the soft mattress with hands that would leave bruises if they could.

Hovering over him, her eyes are the same pure white-blue as his, her cheeks are flushed and her hair is mussed, a mess from him pulling at it, and she wastes no time in capturing his lips in another hungry kiss.

This has been building between them for longer than she wants to admit, a long-buried longing exploding to the surface like a volcano, and all she wants is to hold him down and take and take and give him every part of her.

"Tell me what you want," she pants against his mouth, hand straying between his legs again to press and tease and, hopefully, make him arch and beg. "Tell me what makes you feel good."

Suddenly, everything goes topsy tervy, bottoms up and he finds himself on the mattress of his bed. She's over him now, hovering, predatory in a way, and he can feel his pulse race, the sound of fluid pounding in his ears. He can't look away from her, can't help but feel a sudden rush of fear mixed with longing and desire. The last time they were in a position like this she had her hands around his throat, she'd squeezed the very life out of him and had snapped his neck, leaving him unable to vent hot air and ultimately dooming him to overheating within his core.

It's been building and building and building, ever since they met and met again. Every time 9S had to re-introduce himself to her and be left wondering why she was so cold, why she pushed him away. She's not pushing now though, and he can't help but squirm under her weight excitedly.

"You."

The answer comes easy, at least to the first question he's asked. It's simple and yet holds so much weight to it, so much baggage that still weighs down on them and probably will for some time. Nothing can be fixed overnight, especially when 2B is holding secrets from him he already knows. There's no magic salve that can smooth and soothe his frazzled nerves, the wired endings within him that spark and shock internally. There's no quick solution to his neurotic personality, the obsessive nature he was programmed with that's developed a fixation on the very android above him. It must run deep, he thinks, as she presses her weight against him, steels a kiss and vents hot air over his lips. For him to forget her over and over, for them to be trapped in such a charade and yet he still manages to fall for her, time and time again, there must be something fundamentally hard coded into him at his core. He'd read once that 9 and 2 personalities were drawn to one another, that they were compatible, yet volatile.

They're definitely words he'd use to describe the two of them, that's for sure.

"I don't know what makes me feel good."

He's honest too in his admission, but that doesn't stop him from reaching up to place his palms on her shoulders to squeeze. The look he gives her is one of pure curiosity, but there's a danger to it as well just beneath the surface. 9S had never been exactly stable - if his particular model had been he wouldn't be prone to so many pitfalls. He pushes his own insecurities aside though, just for a moment. Just for her.

It's always about her. It always has been.

"If you feel good I'll feel good."

You.

It resonates, ringing like a bell with the kind of pure honesty that makes her soften for him again. When she kisses him this time it's easier, gentle, and her hand strokes the side of his neck like she's remembering the same thing he is.

His life in her hands, snuffed out by the same grip that's trying only to bring him pleasure now.

"It's easy to make me feel good," she admits to him, eyes searching his face for any sign of repulsion for her upgrades. She expects to see it and that's exactly why she's still wearing her leotard.

"Yeah?"

There's no repulsion in his eyes, gaze devoid of it - the curiosity's still there instead. He feels confident and sick and hot all at once. Androids don't get fevers and yet he feels dizzy. For some reason the more he stares at her the more the room spins. He reaches up to meet the hand stroking his neck, laying his palm over the back of it, tilting his chin into the caress.

"I don't really know what it's really like, you know? But that's fine. I don't care about if I feel good or not."

Because, again, it's not about him. It's never been about him. Just her. Just 2B. 2E. Whatever she calls herself it doesn't matter. A2 had said they'd fucked up when they made the Scanner series, making them all warped in their own, unique ways...but 9S is fine with that. He's tired of trying to be what he's not.

"But if it's easy for you to feel good, then I want to make you feel better than good. I want to make you feel great. Awesome. Amazing. I want to make you feel like you're going to self-destruct."

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Of course he's only curious. The thought is almost enough to make her laugh when she recognizes the brightness in his eyes that only ever means he's found a new puzzle to solve and to think that it's her that's going to be caught in his laser focus...

"Sit up," she murmurs to him, lifting up just enough to help him move so that he can lean back against the pillows and she can stay straddling his waist. "It's not as deadly as self-destruction and it doesn't hurt."

But more importantly-

"Are you sure you want to touch me? I can do it myself."

Sounds...sort of fake, at least considering the last time he got so worked up he more or less found himself rebooting in desperation to escape the sensory overload. Does she reboot? Does she feel that way? Or does she feel more like a human, experiences it more intense but in a different way? Is it more physical or mental? Does she feel like electricity is shocking every inch of her? The more he thinks about it, about the differences and similarities, the more he wants to know. He always wants to know.

It's always the death of him.

He sits up, propped up a bit on his elbows as he looks at her, making a face at what she asks him next. Is he sure? Seriously? Seriously?

"Seriously 2B? You're going to ask me that? You're going to ask me if I'm sure?"

How clear does he have to make it? Does he have to spell it out? Does he have to pin her to his bed himself and forcefully transfer just exactly how he feels to her wirelessly, so she can truly experience the torrid, nuclear storm he harbors inside his chest.

"You're not allowed to touch yourself while you're with me."

The way he asks her those questions, throws her own discomfort back in her face and then makes the demands he does only serves to convince her that he doesn't understand what it feels like to be the only one of them to make the changes she has. She'd done it immediately, she knows he doesn't approve.

Of course she assumes he'd be put off by her and it's one thing to say he isn't when the clothes are on still, another entirely to actively touch her.

"You weren't shy about how you felt about my choice," she tells him, voice a little icier again to match that look on his face as she takes hold of his hand. "And you don't get to be the one to tell me what I can and can't do."

What she does do is pull his hand between her legs, use her free hand to hook fingers in her leotard and pull it to the side so that when she presses his hand between her thighs he'll be met with bare skin. She's wet like a human against his fingers and her own, swollen in the way human women get when they're aroused. She guides his fingers against her, showing him where to touch and stroke.

"Yeah well you tell me what to do all the time. I figure it's only fair I get a turn once in awhile."

Ah, he's being lippy. Mouthy. It's insubordination. He'd get in trouble with Command if he kept it up, talking like this. But there's no Command. No Operators. No YoRHa. Just him, 2B and A2 - three misfit androids who all have their own issues and problems and demons they're trying to hide and suppress. No, he wasn't shy about how he felt about her choice, but it was never about being disgusted with her. No, there was so much more to it.

She takes his hand and he lets her guide his fingers down between her legs, the strip of fabric of her leotard being pushed away so he can feel what she's done to herself. It feels no different to other women he's been with, which is impressive, he'll admit that much, and while his face is red and she's warm and wet against him, he's still mouthy enough to tell her what he's been trying to articulate all along.

"...I was scared, okay? You're my partner, we're supposed to have each other's backs and you went off and got unauthorized modifications - just like that. It was incredibly risky and you still haven't let me do proper maintenance on you since. Of course I was going to be upset. Anyone would be."

As a Scanner assigned to her, her well-being is his top priority - he doesn't make the rules. Determined not to be fully lead he deliberately pushes his middle finger further back against her, pressing the pad of it against her entrance. He won't push inside though. He's not that crazy, even though he's itching for control now that it's been taken away from him.

Edited (god dammit html) 2019-01-08 04:04 (UTC)

There's a distracting rushing in her ears, the sound of coolant being pumped too rapidly through her systems as 9S touches her on his own, of his own choice, because he wants to.

This has never felt like this. His fingers are warm and soft and her body is so yielding, so ready for him, and yet it feels like so much more. A deeper connection, something unbreakable and unmatchable, and if it weren't for his sudden spike of attitude she might be close to tears with the weight of what this means to her.

Her breathing is uneven and comes out in quick little bursts against his lips as she hovers over him, eyes half closed as she gazes down at him and tries to keep herself still while he explores, and finally what he's said makes it way past her overworked systems and registers.

And she smiles, soft and teasing against his mouth as she steals another kiss.

"If you want to stop and perform maintenance now..."

At the end of the day they've got a connection that's irreplaceable, one that can't be replicated no matter how hard one may try. Despite the number of times 9S has been terminated by her hands he's always found himself back at her side, feeling too much and willing to risk everything just for her. 2B brings out the best and worst in him, the obsessive fixation and the delightful tenderness he feels around her. He'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't want to do this and as much as his own programming is urging him to follow through, to put a stop to what's happening and fulfill what he's supposed to do he ignores it.

Her kiss is far too distracting, her smile too potent to him. He can't help being swayed by it and honestly? What's a bit more time when it's been put off this long anyway?

"...After. After we're done doing...whatever we're doing."

Maintenance can wait till then.

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