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2B’s systems came back online.
She was confused, at first. She was certain she had died, and the Bunker didn’t exist anymore to store her data and make a new chassis to upload it to. Her internal processors tried to recover her corrupted memories from when the virus had set in at the end of what she remembered.
She had stored her memories in her sword, and given it to A2 to continue on. To protect 9S. He had been there, at the end. She wished he hadn't witnessed it, but at the same time she was glad she got to see him one last time.
One last time…
She sat up with a start. Too fast. Her balance took a moment to calibrate. She was on top of a building. The sky was blue. There was a light breeze. There were no enemies around. 9S was there, laying beside her. He stirred with a groan, his eyelids fluttering open as his sensory systems rebooted. The Pods hovered above him, looking like they had just finished repairing him.
She shifted to kneel beside him, reaching her hand out halfway but stopping short. He must know everything, now. Would he want her to touch him?
He turned his head and his eyes locked on hers. Bare eyes, with no visors to conceal the flickers of emotion.
“2B?” he said incredulously, maybe a little warily.
Her black box felt like it was about to burst in her chest. “Nines…” she replied, her voice strained, unable to keep the corners of her mouth from tugging up into a smile.
9S looked at her like she was the sun, with wide-eyed reverent awe shortly before squinting as he teared up. He reached out a hand to shakily touch her skirt, like he was afraid she would shatter into nothingness at the contact. When she didn’t, he launched himself at her, wrapping his arms around her waist and crying into her chest. “2B… 2B… It’s you, right? The real you?”
She was unsure exactly what he meant by that, but she could guess that her death had affected him. She wasn’t sure how long it had been. She only had some vague awareness of the events A2 witnessed while her data occupied the sword.
“Confirmation: The intact memories of both unit 2B and unit 9S have been restored in full, from the moment of their most recent shut-downs,” 042 supplied. “This unit and Pod 153 will now continue repairs on unit A2.”
The two of them floated off without another word. It seemed they were choosing to act without specific orders now.
The Bunker was gone. There were no further orders to adhere to. It seemed like every other YoRHa unit was gone, except A2. She wasn’t sure if any other androids from the Resistance survived. Humanity was long gone. Even the machine lifeforms might be gone. The Pods seemed to have restored her somehow, but that was likely due to luck and sacrifice. If she was destroyed again she knew there was no coming back, no recovery systems in place. She was alone and purposeless.
Except 9S was here, holding her. There were no more assignments and no directive, no goal. She could sit here and hold him back with no consequences.
If they had been born anew today, with only one life to live, then maybe they could be like everything else now. Like the animals that still roamed. Like humans used to be. Not just tools.
For probably the first time, she felt happy to be alive.
She reached a hand up to run through 9S’s hair as he continued to cry, clutching at the back of her uniform. She wouldn’t berate him for his emotions anymore. They were beautiful. They were unique to him. Everything felt beautiful, now, looking out over the landscape of nature reclaiming the remnants of the old civilization. Life continues, after the world ends. She could make it her own this time, with 9S.
It felt nice, to be able to touch him like this when he wasn’t dead or dying. She rubbed his back in what she hoped was a soothing gesture, but it wasn’t exactly something she was used to, as a combat unit. She hoped maybe she could get used to it. She hoped maybe she never had to hurt anyone again.
9S didn’t seem to want to let go, and his sobbing didn’t sound like it was going to end any time soon. She shifted to hold him under his upper thighs, and lifted him off the ground when she stood up. He gasped and buried his face in her shoulder shyly. She could feel the heat coming off his skin. It was… cute. She thought ‘cute’ was the right word for what her impression of him was. 9S was cute. 9S was hers, now. She could do whatever she liked with him. She didn’t have to repress anything that he made her feel. She was experiencing a lot of new emotions now that she allowed herself to. She could think 9S was cute if she wanted to.
With 9S clinging to her front, she started walking, appreciating the scenery like she was seeing it for the first time with her new perspective, and searching for a comfortable place to stay and rest. The scanner’s frame was lighter than a combat unit, so it didn’t hinder her movements at all, even when she jumped to the next building’s roof. It did make 9S cling to her tighter, though. She could allow herself to enjoy that too.
He seemed to be calming down now. She wasn’t sure if it was because he had his time to process, or if he was just distracted by their movement.
He wiped his eyes and peered over her shoulder. “2B… Where are we going?”
“...I don’t know.” She stopped. It was a strange but welcome feeling, to not know. To not have a plan. To not have a list of objectives. “Somewhere with you. Where would you like to go?”
He seemed to take a moment to process this. The question, and her behaviour, which was probably unexpected to him. She appreciated that he didn’t seem to object to being carried. She wanted to hold him for as long as possible.
“U-umm… Do you mean… long-term? Like when we had a room to rest in?"
"Yes. I want to have a home with you.”
He reacted significantly to that, trying to pull back so he could look at her face as he spluttered. “Y-you… Really? Just us?”
“Do you not want that?”
“No! I do!” he said quickly, more loudly than he probably intended. “I- I just wasn’t sure if… I mean… You don’t have orders to be with me anymore, so-”
“Yes, so I can do what I want, now. I’ve decided I want to protect you.”
“O-oh…” He buried his face in her shoulder again. Cute. “Umm… we should… For long-term, we need a defensible location, maybe higher up, but safe from extreme weather, and preferably near scrap I could salvage. Ideally I could build a new server for us, and set up a repair facility, so if something does happen to us, we have a chance of it not immediately being a death-sentence. I’ll need a place I can set up solar panels for power generation, too. Uh… if one of the old buildings near the Resistance camp is structurally sound enough, we could set up on a higher floor?”
She nodded and started to walk in that direction instead. She was grateful that 9S was so smart. This felt more doable than it had before. She would have to learn from him how to repair and program closer to his level, just in case.
They explored the buildings until they found a suitable room, then she finally set him down in front of her. It was square, concrete, and barren, but it had a nice view of both the forest and the ocean. She would go forage for furniture and scrap for him to work with later, and they could make it their home.
Now, she had something else she wanted. She could want, now.
“Nines.”
“Yes!” he said quickly, snapping back to attention after standing there staring at her since she had set him down, shifting his weight and fidgeting. He seemed delighted that she was using his nickname. Cute.
“You know of my official designation, and my previous assignments, yes?”
He nodded, his expression turning more serious.
“There was one time, you did something… special, to me. Your memory of the event was erased, but I want to do it to you now.”
“S-something I did to you?” he stuttered, seeming very nervous now. “U-umm, I mean, of course, you can do whatever you want to me.”
He was still so trusting, after everything. Her 9S. She raised her hands to his head and held it as she leaned in to press her lips against his. He was overly warm to the touch already. His mouth was as soft as she remembered, the memory of his touch that she always ended up replaying despite how much it pained her. This was much better, now that she could reciprocate his affections. Claim him.
He made a noise of surprise against her mouth, then melted into her, kissing back hungrily, like he needed it to breathe, like she remembered. It was the first time again for him. His desperation thrilled her. His hands clutched at her uniform, and he stood on his toes to press back at her even more.
She welcomed him deeper into her mouth. She ran her hands through his hair, traced her fingers across his cheeks and jawline, then down to his perfect delicate neck…
His neck…
She pulled back with a start and her hands flew off him like she had been burned.
9S's eyes fluttered open like he had been in a daze and his processors needed a moment to keep up. "2B?" he said breathlessly, sobering at the look on her face. "2B? What's wrong?"
She wasn't sure. Her black box vibrated in a panic. Memories flashed past. She didn't want to touch him anymore. Her classification as combat-unit didn't just go away when YoRHa command dissolved. She wasn't made to touch delicate things gently, without breaking them. There was no starting over now if she broke him.
9S took both her hands firmly, insistently, trying to get her to make eye contact again. "2B, talk to me. What's going on?"
She took a shuddering breath and squeezed his hands back, just slightly. Carefully. He was whole.
"I don't… want to hurt you," she admitted, gaze flicking down to his boots. She wished she still had her visor.
He squeezed her hands back. "2B, I'm here. I'm okay, you're okay. We're okay. Listen, I love you, 2B. I love you so much. I want it. I want you to touch me however you like. Please…" He took her hands and brought them back up to the sides of his face, catching her attention again. “Listen, I trust you. You won’t hurt me, if you don’t want to. You’re the one in control now.”
She cradled his head in her hands. They shook a little, without her permission. How much control over her nature did she ever really have? 9S turned his head to kiss her gloved palm and they stilled as she stared at him. The affection directed at the instruments he had been destroyed by so many times made the anxious vibration in her black box turn to something else for a moment.
He seemed to sense a change in her. He took her wrist and lowered it for a moment to carefully pull off her glove, then pressed her bare hand to his cheek again. She hadn’t touched his skin like this before. She could feel the texture of him so much more. She watched as he removed the glove from her other hand and did the same, holding both to his face. “You can feel it better now, right? You don’t have to worry about being rougher than you mean to.”
It did feel different. She understood why he had taken off his gloves so quickly last time. The contact tingled in her fingertips, like she could sync his nerve circuits with hers. She took a breath and tried again. She traced his jaw and then skipped down over his neck this time to rest her hands on his chest. She needed to touch more of him. She quickly unbuttoned his coat and pushed it off his shoulders.
9S made a noise not unlike a squeak as she took the hem of his undershirt and lifted it over his head. He squirmed under her gaze, as she let the garment drop in a pile on top of his coat and her gloves. He shivered as she ran her hands over his soft skin and slender frame, taking in the shape of him. He really wasn’t too much smaller than herself, but he felt tiny and delicate under her hands and more robust frame, her thicker synthetic skin that provided more armour.
She remembered his hands on her felt like fire. She wondered if it felt the same for him. He was certainly reacting to her touch, shifting and flinching a little as she found his more sensitive areas: the peaks on his chest, his ribs, the divots of his hips. His breathing rate increased and she noticed his shorts moved.
She paused a moment to watch him, intensely curious. She had barely seen this part last time.
“2B…,” he whispered incredulously, shivering and squirming as she unbuttoned his shorts to let them drop to his ankles.
She crouched to peel his underwear off him too, sliding it down his legs. He was very erect. Having this part must be quite inconvenient for combat. She understood why she wasn’t built with one. It was fascinating, though. She ran her fingers over it delicately. It was a different texture than the rest of his skin, almost velvety, closer to his lips.
His body jerked when she touched him there, and he almost fell over, stumbling over the clothing caught around his ankles. She stood again quickly to catch him. He clung to her and buried his face in her shoulder, whimpering. “2B… p-please, I want…”
“I know.” At least, she thought she probably knew, if his feelings were the same as the last time he touched her. She lifted him slightly to push him back against the wall for stability. He whined, but it was in a way that she was discovering indicated that he liked it. She unlaced her skirt to toss into the pile, and then pressed her body against him, pinning him there. The pressure of him against the length of her body excited her.
His arms wrapped around her waist, trying to press her even closer. His erection pushed between her thighs, and he eagerly started rocking his hips against her, moaning her name as he sought the friction he needed. He was the perfect height that his erection lined up with the parting of her legs when they were standing. “2B, I can’t believe… 2B I love you…”
She ran a hand down the fabric covering her own stomach, peeling it to the side to uncover the ports between her legs. She had thought about touching herself here, before, where he had once touched her, but she never allowed herself to. She had been afraid of what it might awaken in her, what need it might invoke that she wouldn’t be able to sate if she indulged herself only in rare moments of privacy. She hadn’t seen the purpose of this extra port of hers before 9S had touched it, but now she had decided that this was what it was for. He was meant to go in there, so they could be connected. So she could consume him without harm.
She closed her eyes as she pressed her fingers to herself, parting her folds and angling her hips towards him. There was plenty of lubrication, so his next thrust between her thighs slipped right inside her, and he gasped, hands flying to her hips. He seemed so shocked that his movements faltered, so she took charge, pressing him tight to the wall as she rolled her hips on him.
He whimpered, gripping her hips tightly, maybe even hard enough to do damage to a non-combat specialized unit. He eventually gathered himself enough to thrust on his own, jerking his hips at a quick, clumsy, desperate pace. He panted shallowly, leaning his head back against the wall, quick breaths interrupted only by barely intelligible moans of her name.
This was what she wanted. This is how it was meant to be. Her 9S, inside her, in her arms, coming undone, surrounded only by her, only her name on his lips. She had all of him, in this moment, and every moment after. She felt his heat and life and need of her, and she could possess him without any systems interfering, keeping them at a distance through the mandate of violence. There was no distance at all between them now.
Her black box thrummed with pleasure, the vibrations syncing with his as she accepted him into her core. She felt him quickly reach his limit and spasm, releasing some kind of fluid into her. Her port clenched around him, like it was trying to lock him in, and her whole body stiffened with the effort. She let out a strained sigh of pleasure as her sensory systems flooded with stimulation to the point of overload, the way she remembered once before. This time, she was able to keep her motor controls functioning enough to keep her balance while the wave of static flowed through her.
9S didn’t seem to fare as well. His knees buckled under him, and 2B caught him and eased him down to the floor. He panted limply in her arms, and she cradled him close, just holding him for a long moment. He reached for her as he tried to catch his breath, and she shifted to sit cross-legged, gathering him into her lap.
“Is that what you wanted?” she asked softly, brushing his hair out of his face.
He nodded tiredly, blinking up at her through beautiful wet lashes. “That was… 2B I…” He took another breath, clearly struggling to collect his thoughts. “You’re amazing. I… did… did you want that too?”
“I did. I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”
“Really? Since… since I did… I did that to you before?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“But… You had to kill me right after, is that right?” He reached for one of her hands, to hold it in both of his, tracing her bare fingers as he processed.
“Yes.”
“But you enjoyed it, while it lasted?”
She nodded. “I thought about it often, afterwards. It was… upsetting to think I would not be able to experience it again.”
“...I’m sorry. I probably… It was probably painful for you to act like nothing had happened. I’m surprised you would have agreed to it, considering everything…” He squeezed her hand.
“I did not.”
He blinked up at her again. “... Didn’t what?”
“I did not agree to it. I was incapacitated.”
His eyes widened in horror. “You… I…”
“It’s alright. I wanted it, but I could not say so. I had also just attempted to kill you, so it was in your best interest to incapacitate me.”
He sat up straighter. “2B, you can’t just… be okay with people doing t-that kind of thing to you without permission-”
She smiled a little, cupping his face and putting a thumb to his lips to quiet him. “You shouldn’t be okay with being with your serial murderer like this.”
He took her hand to hold it again. “That’s… different…,” he said quietly, uncertainly.
“My thought processes involving you have never been logical. Is it not the same for you?”
He stared down at her hand again. She enjoyed seeing how his eyes flickered while he was thinking, now that his visor was gone.
“2B… how… how do you feel about me?” he asked, voice still quiet.
“What do you mean?”
“You haven’t said anything about it!” He looked up at her again, pleading. “I just… You always meant so much to me, and then… y-you died, and I thought it was permanent, and then I… didn’t handle it well, and I tried to bring everything down with me because nothing mattered if you weren’t there, and then I died and woke up again and you were here, and you hold me and carry me around, and say you want to live with me, and then you kiss and touch me and undress me and… let me… you know… I just don’t know if I’m dreaming or not because all my fantasies are coming true, but I can’t tell what you’re thinking-”
“We don’t dream,” she said simply.
He ran his hands through his hair in exasperation. “Yes, okay, sure, but… hacking and viruses have messed with my head before, alright? Do you… How do you feel? Do you… love me?”
She looked back into his beautiful, teary eyes. She supposed she hadn’t voiced any of her thoughts regarding him out of habit. It was difficult for her to articulate, after repressing everything for so long. “...I don’t know if I can identify the feeling of ‘love.’ There seem to be contradictory definitions of it in my databanks, and I am a novice at acknowledging emotions.”
His face fell a little, but he squeezed her hand again. “Okay, well, describe what you do feel, then.”
She processed for a moment, running through her memory. “I want… you.” She started, uncertainly. That part seemed the strongest. “I feel… desire for you to be here with me. At all times. I feel… that I cannot be content unless I am holding you. I think you are beautiful, and every interaction with you is like light in the dull grey expanse of my memory storage, even the painful ones. The world feels lighter when you are with me, though the weight of my guilt is heavy.
“When you touch my skin it feels like I am on fire. I feel… the need to possess you. To… consume you, somehow. To make you belong to me, and no one else. The first time… you… plugged into me, it felt like our black boxes connected, without exploding, like our codes were imprinted upon each other, and I want to feel that again. I feel… excited, when I can feel your black box vibrate and your body heat up, and you start making noises, and when you say my name.
“I feel anger at the thought of anyone else touching you, in any way. I feel… afraid to touch you myself. I have broken you many times, and I fear that I cannot defy my programming forever. I feel that you are so delicate and precious to me, that my unchecked emotions may destroy you. I feel… grateful that you wish to be at my side despite this.”
She finished, lifting his hands to her mouth to press her lips against them, unsure if he could glean what he was searching for from that. 9S was staring at her again, his body progressively heating in her lap as she spoke. She smiled and added: “I also believe I think you are very cute.”
He continued to stare at her for a long moment, then started to laugh. She thought it was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard. She had made him happy, somehow. She hoped she would be able to do it more.
He ran a hand through his hair again, wide eyed, like he was at a loss for words. “W-Wow, alright. I think… I think you love me, yeah. In your way. I’ve dreamed of you saying even half of that much for so long...” He took a breath and grasped both her hands again. “Umm… I feel like I have to take a moment to unpack all of that but first I’ll just say… I want… I want what you want, 2B. I’m yours. I’ve been yours. All of me.”
She nodded, smiling a little more and squeezing his hands back. “Thank you, Nines.”
She felt him vibrate again and he leaned in to kiss her, letting go of her hands to wrap his arms around her shoulders. She welcomed his soft lips, imagining the future where she would be able to do this whenever she wanted, touch him wherever she pleased, without the worry in the back of her head that any moment she spent with him would have to be erased from his memory. She could share every experience with him, not hold them tucked away and secret to herself.
She could touch him however she wanted…
She slid a hand down his chest as he kissed her, down to his lap. He made a noise of surprise in her mouth, and pulled back a little to watch her hand. “2B…”
She traced her fingers curiously around his hips, his inner thighs, and the crease of the junction between them, and then to the… protrusion. It wasn’t stiff and poking straight out like it had been before, but at her touch it twitched a little.
9S whined and buried his face in her shoulder again. “2B I’m s-still… sensitive…”
She wasn’t quite sure what he meant by that. Wasn’t this part always sensitive? She wrapped her hand fully around it experimentally. It seemed to stand a little straighter on its own, and the width increased slightly.
“Can you control this?” she asked, continuing to feel the odd texture and watch the elasticity of the skin here change.
9S was breathing heavily again and gripped her sleeve. “I… n-not… exactly. It moves on its own when… ah… um… when it’s touched or when I think about… uh… something I find attractive…? You don’t… You don’t know how it works?”
Something about how he struggled to answer her question while she touched him pleased her. “I know the mechanics of mammalian reproduction, but we are not mammals, just imitations.” She thought for a moment back to her previous experience. “Is this… arousal, then? It is… a feeling that drives an involuntary bodily action, like… like how our bodies produce tears involuntarily when we are sad?”
He closed his eyes, shivering as he started to squirm and roll his hips. “U-uh… yeah I guess that’s… a pretty good comparison…”
She watched how he seemed to try to chase the specific motion of back-and-forth friction down the length of the protrusion. She supposed that made sense, in an imitation of what it must feel like to move inside her port. She wrapped her hand around him more confidently and moved it up and down.
He gasped and jerked his hips into it eagerly. Interesting. She must have done it correctly then. This was a difficult angle, though.
9S squeaked as she let go and then lifted him to adjust his position in her lap, now facing him fully away from her. She put a hand on his chest to press him back against her own so she could look over his shoulder, then moved her other hand down to his lap again and resumed the motion. This was much better, even though she couldn’t see his face anymore. Feeling the way his hips shifted in her lap and how his back arched against her was nice, regardless. As were his soft moans of her name, over and over again.
His squirming seemed to grow more impatient, so she tried increasing the pace of her strokes, and was rewarded with louder moans. He was much more erect now then he had been when she started, and much hotter to the touch. Arousal was a fascinating concept, in that it made both one’s body and mind do things they normally wouldn’t. 9S seemed especially open and vulnerable under her ministrations.
She closed her eyes and focused on how he felt against her, the desperate thrusting and spasming of his muscles, the heat in one palm, and the vibration of his chest under her other palm. He was so beautiful and reactive and hers to pleasure. Her chin was hooked over his shoulder, and she pulled back a little to run her lips over the skin there instead, then over to his neck. She hesitated a moment, then kissed the delicate skin there, around his choker, as if in apology for breaking it with her hands so often in the past.
He gasped again and jerked his hips violently just a few more times. She opened her eyes to watch as fluid spurted out of the tip. It was clear like water, but seemed more viscous. That was what had been inside her before. Presumably it was just a product of the water that had been filtered through his system. She wondered what the purpose of it was, since they didn’t have reproductive capability. She slowed her movements as he seemed to come down from the height of his experience, then just wrapped her arms around him to hug close as he panted. It was good to know she could make him get there without even being plugged in.
“2B…” he laughed breathlessly. "Is this… Is manhandling me just going to be a regular thing you do now?"
She blinked. "...Should it not be? You said I could do whatever I wished with you."
"I meant it." He sighed with a smile, relaxing against her. "Just… keep in mind I don't have the kind of stamina that you do. If you give me a minute I can show you something else, though."
She nodded, holding him while he breathed. She closed her eyes again and kissed the back of his neck, running her nose through his hair. It tickled a little. If she just touched him with her mouth, here, then maybe it wouldn't bring back too many bad memories. He seemed to like it.
"Oh right, I should say, the feelings you were describing before," he started, taking one of her hands to hold again to trace her fingers while he spoke. "When you were talking about how you get angry at the thought of other people touching me, that's jealousy. The feeling of excitement you get when I touched you and it felt like fire, that would be arousal, or attraction. And, when you described how you feel like you always want me near, and you feel lighter when you're around me, even if it's painful for you, that's love, I think."
"I see. I believe have loved you for a very long time, then."
He shifted to look up at her. His wide eyes were so beautiful. "You have?"
She nodded, lacing her fingers with his. "I have. Since the first mission I went on with you, though it would not be something you remember."
He squeezed her hand a little. "2B… can I ask you something? Only answer if you want to, if it won't make you feel worse…"
She nodded.
"How… many times has it been? That you had to kill me?"
She paused a moment. "...Forty-eight."
He looked back down at their joined hands. "...You've known me a whole lot longer than I've known you then, huh?"
"...Yes."
He squeezed her hand again and held it to his chest. "...Thank you for loving me. It must have been a lot harder for you to carry, than it was for me."
"It… would have been difficult for you too, the way I tried to push you away, and after you found out about my designation-"
"I was definitely angry at you, and felt betrayed, but you had to be the one betraying the person you loved forty-eight times and then just… act like nothing happened until the next time, right?"
She nodded hesitantly. "...I tried not to have emotions about it."
"And I couldn't let you have a break, huh?" he smiled apologetically.
"You were very persistent. That was never a rule you could follow."
"You were always everything to me, 2B. I could hide the fact that I figured you out, but couldn't hide that." He shifted around in her lap to kiss her again, softly this time, not in the desperate, hungry way like before. He cupped her face and she leaned into his touch, enjoying the feel of his slender fingers.
"2B, can I do something for you?" he asked, breaking the kiss just to rest his forehead against hers. "Would you stand up for me?"
She nodded, reluctantly untangling herself from him and rising to her feet.
He stayed seated but shifted to touch her calves, guiding her to stand with her back against the wall. “Would you undress, please?”
She pulled her body suit off her shoulders and 9S took the hem to ease it down over her hips and down her legs. She stepped out of it. Now she only had her boots and stockings still on, but 9S didn’t seem to mind those staying. She never felt particularly concerned with modesty or how she looked in general, but the way 9S was looking at her now made her core start to warm again. He studied her with his eyes in a different way than he usually studied the many things that interested him.
He slid his hands up her boots reverently and raised himself on his knees so his head was at her hip-height, then leaned in to kiss her between her legs. She was very confused at first, not having context for such an act, but not really minding either way even if it didn’t seem particularly correct to her. Then his tongue poked between her folds and ran along the sensitive skin there.
She breathed in sharply and covered her mouth with a hand in surprise. This was… This felt very different from any way he had touched her before. His mouth was so soft and wet and warm against her, not to mention dextrous. His lips and tongue explored the area around her port, and she struggled to keep still and resist the urge to smash her hips into his face.
“N-Nines…,” she breathed, resting her head back against the wall. Her other hand moved to rest on top of his head. His fingers traced her hips and thighs, and she shivered even as she grew warmer.
He almost seemed to be searching for something down there, and she immediately knew when he found it. One part near her front, slightly away from the actual opening, seemed to be especially sensitive, and he closed his lips around it and sucked. It felt like she blew a fuse and electrical discharge shot up her spine. Her knees almost gave out under her.
“Nine…s…!” She didn’t remember her voice ever sounding like this before. It was almost like the feeling of being hacked again, the way he could reach inside her and change how her body functioned. He alternated sucking on her and pressing his tongue to whatever sensor was there that seemed to be overwhelmed so easily. She grasped at his head to try to ground herself, hoping she wasn’t hurting him. She didn’t seem to have control of either her motor functions or her logic centres at present. Her hips rolled stutteringly against him, approaching sensory overload rapidly.
9S seemed pleased at her obvious lack of control. He rubbed her thighs encouragingly and then started to hum, the new vibration just adding to the stimulation. Her core clenched tightly as that wave of static that she was becoming more familiar with flowed through her, harmlessly overloading her processors just for a moment. Warmth and contentment flowed through her in its wake, and this time she was the one unable to hold her posture. Her back slid down the wall as her legs seemed to stop functioning, and 9S eased her down to sit as she breathed.
“Nines…,” she whispered, reaching for him limply. His face was wet and his hair was a mess. His beaming smile was bright enough for her not to feel guilty about it. She closed her eyes as he crawled into her welcoming arms, curling into her lap again. “...What was that?”
"Hmm? Oh, uh…" His voice was a little raspy. Cute. "Umm… Oral sex?"
"That doesn't seem like… it would function reproductively."
He chuckled. "Sometimes humans would just make eachother feel good without the intent to reproduce. They called it sex anyways. There are lots of ways to do it."
"I can… see the merit." She cracked her eyes open to see him smiling at her again. He was wonderful. “Would you show me more?”
He let out a breath in half-exasperation, but continued to smile. “This is a dream come true, but my stamina, 2B, please. How about we set up the room first? Finding a bed will make a lot of things more comfortable.”
She nodded and extracted herself from him again, her legs only a little wobbly now when she stood. She collected her clothing and started dressing herself. “...It would be more efficient for me to collect parts and bring them back here for you to work on. However, I… I seem to have a lingering fear that I will lose you again if I let you out of my sight, so I would prefer that you accompany me.”
His smile softened as he followed suit. “Of course, 2B. I’ll go anywhere with you. We can do all of it together. We don’t have to be efficient anymore, right? We have all the time in the world.” When he was dressed, he stood beside her to take her hand.
9S was here, hers. She didn’t have to be afraid. She loved him. She loved him. She paused a moment, just looking at him, remembering that he wished she voiced her feelings more.
“What?” he asked, looking back.
“Nines, I love you.”
Tears welled in his eyes. She may have to carry him again. She didn’t mind.