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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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"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."
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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."
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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.
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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.
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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..."
sorry this took 1000 years T_T
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.