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“Aaaaand…. there we go. Good as new.”
9S doesn't understand how it happened. How he's alive. How 2B is alive. To be where he is right now is nothing short of a miracle –and if he wasn't feeling the warmth and heft of 2B’s bandaged hand in his own he would have thought it was some sort of dream.
Normally, he'd be consumed with the logic of it all. How did this happen? Was there precedent? Why would he be an outlier? But for once, 9S was content to let things be as they were. Data collection could wait indefinitely for all that he cared.
He takes 2B’s hand in both of his own more securely and kisses her fingertips, laughing a little at the way her already wide eyes go wider at the contact. The bandages are coarse against his lips, grounding him further in reality. This isn't a dream. He's home.
“How do you feel, 2B?” He murmurs against her fingers, rubbing gentle circles on her palm with his thumbs. “Ready for me to do your other hand?”
2B nods and winces as he gently grabs it, gaze growing dark at the frayed wires and exposed carbon fiber bones. Before 9S can bandage it, however, she curls her fingers and holds his hand impossibly tight. Her face scrunches up in pain, but she doesn't let go, and her knuckles (or, rather, what's left of them) quickly go white from the force of it all.
“W-Wait, 2B, stop, you're hurting yourself–” trying to pull his hand away is a fruitless effort, but he makes an attempt anyway, eyebrows furrowing. “Easy, easy…”
“I don't care,” she says, voice teetering on the edge of a sob. “I'm so glad you're alive .”
9S lets out an amused sigh and pulls her close, burying her face into the crook of his neck and wrapping his free hand around her waist. He rocks his lover gently, the slight shaking of her shoulders not escaping him. Her cries, although quiet, still tug at his heartstrings. Eventually her trembling stops and she settles, breath hitching in her throat before she finally lets go of his hand to snake her arms around his back. Her hair tickles at his nose as he holds her, making it twitch. The smell of dust overwhelms him–but it was to be expected after the hell they’ve both been through.
After a moment she speaks again. “It…” she whispers against his neck hoarsely, squeezing him tight. “It still doesn’t feel real. I’m so scared that all of this is going to be ripped away from me any moment now.”
“I feel like that too,” he muses. “Not thinking about it feels better to me. It doesn’t matter, in the end. I’m where I should be. By your side.”
“...You’re right.” 2B pulls back and cradles 9S’ cheeks in her palms, pupils trembling. She traces the curves of his face with her thumbs, taking extra care to linger where his dimples are–and he’s lucky enough to have her grace him with one of her rare smiles. His face heats under her hands. Her thumb brushes along his bottom lip before she pulls her hands back slowly, eyes drinking in every inch of his features. When their gazes meet, 9S swears he can see a glimpse of some unknown yet familiar feeling flicker across her face, and it makes him shiver.
She noses into the space between where his jawline and neck meet, planting soft kisses on his collarbone and then working down to the juncture of neck and shoulder. The sensation makes his skin prickle, especially when she gives him a gentle nip, and 9S finds himself unconsciously tilting his head to give her easier access. 2B’s mouth is soft and warm against him as it comes back up, her teeth grazing the skin near his ear. He groans softly, turning his head just enough so their lips touch properly. His mind goes hazy and he’s momentarily unable to process anything other than 2B. 2B pulling herself into his lap, 2B draping her arms over his shoulders, 2B–
"Wait," he breathes, carding his fingers through her hair. "Let me finish bandaging you up first. I don't want you to be in pain."
2B lets out an impatient huff but presents her hand to him, and 9S deftly wraps her fingers in gauze, feeling the tension of it all begin to coil in the pit of his stomach. When he's done and he's tucked the last piece securely in place, he leans forward and presses his lips to hers again with a shy grin. He feels her hum pleasantly beneath his mouth before she sits up straighter, pulling him flush against her chest.
The tension pulls taut–9S plants his hands onto her waist and she winds her fingers up into his hair in response, kissing him deeper. His entire body is burning, heat rising through him as he tries to get closer and closer to her until there's no space between them.
They fumble with their clothes–not that there were that many to remove, as 2B was down to her leotard already anyway–until they're both laid bare, then 2B lays back onto the bed and pulls 9S along with her. He leans back to drink in her form; the curve of her hips, the carefully toned and curated muscles of her abdomen, the cheeky tilt to her shoulders as she regards him... she looks like something out of a work of art.
If he had his wits about him, he'd say something eloquent; perhaps babble on about the dusty pink of her cheeks, or the way her ash white lashes fan her cheeks as he trails his fingers across her cheekbones, or even the way her hair forms a halo around her head, sanctifying her in his mind even more than she already was... but he's so intoxicated by her presence that the words die in his throat as soon as they're formed. So he kisses her deeply instead, hoping to convey everything he's ever left unsaid. Her lips are sweet, wet and pliant against his own, and his heart pounds against his ribs. She adjusts her legs to let him slot between them, and the neglect that he's been showing his own arousal slams into him full force.
"Ready?" the word tumbles from his lips clumsily, and if he wasn't so drunk with lust he would be cursing himself.
"Mhm," She makes a low noise deep within her throat in response that sets his heart on fire. "Go ahead."
9S shifts his weight onto his forearms and boxes her torso between them, feeling his face begin to heat up once more. He touches his forehead to hers as he slowly grinds into her, drawing out another sound that sends electricity through his veins. 2B arches against him with a whine and grips at the sheets, squirming just a little as he bottoms out inside her. They remain like this for a spell; heaving slightly and panting into each other while they try to regain some semblance of composure–but the moment doesn't last long. He gives an experimental thrust and 2B responds in kind, and soon enough they find a gentle, rolling rhythm that suits them.
The room fills up with their moans and gasps as they move together, and soon enough 2B is draping her arms over his shoulders and wrapping her legs around his waist. The heat rises again in his chest, hotter and more intense than before. His eyes flick down, then back up again, locking in on the way her face is contorting itself in an expression of pure bliss. 9S opens his mouth, intending to murmur a sweet nothing to his lover, but his mind blanks as her cool lips meet his again, and he loses himself entirely in her.
Doubt begins to prickle at the back of his mind again, but it's quickly drowned out by the simple euphoria of the desire that flows through them both at this moment. It didn't matter if this was real or not–and if this is heaven, he hopes that he may never leave this bed again.
When 9S can finally speak again, his tone is hushed and breathless. "You know I love you right? You’re my light, 2B. My whole world is you.”
“I know, 9S," 2B hums and runs her fingertips along his cheek, her words dotted with addicting little whines and whimpers. "I love you too. More than I can put into words. More than anything in the entire universe.”
He can hear the sincerity dripping from her words, and it melts him to his core. It's a simple gesture, but one that spurs him on–and 9S soon becomes hyper-focused on 2B's pleasure. His hips snap up into her frantically, sending shockwaves of ecstasy shooting up through every part of his body. He moans as he leans forward, burying his face in the crook of her neck.
"Oh-!" 2B gasps. "Fuck, Nines -"
Soon, all too soon, the world begins to dissolve around them both, and the only thing they're aware of is the feeling of one another. The air grows thick with lust, and 9S finds himself drowning in 2B. With a final shuddering whimper, they come undone together, bodies pressed impossibly close to one another as if they’re trying to meld into one being. 9S collapses against 2B, chest heaving as he comes down from his peak. As he presses his cheek to hers, there’s an unmistakable wetness coating it, and he pulls back slightly to see tears streaming down her face. It would be concerning to him any other time, but 9S knows that it’s a sentiment they share.
9S cradles his lover’s face in his palms, and to his surprise she parrots him, wiping away his tears with her thumbs before he can do the same for her. 2B’s cheeks are still flushed pink with pleasure, her chest heaving slightly, and her blue eyes seem to glow with something else–a warmth that she only showed to him
She meets his gaze with a small smile on her lips. “Thank you,” she murmurs, tilting her head to press a kiss to his palm.
“For what?” 9S asks, voice hoarse and scratchy with emotion. He feels his eyes glaze over, and bites his lip, hoping that she doesn't notice.
“I... don't know,” She takes a steadying breath before she continues. “I just... feel thankful. For you. For everything."
He smiles faintly and pulls 2B closer to him. “I should be the one thanking you,” he says quietly, resting his forehead against hers. “For not giving up on me. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you."
2B rolls her eyes, her grin never leaving her face. She looks up and presses a slow, chaste kiss to the tip of his nose before settling down against him, sighing contentedly. 9S rests a kiss against the crown of her head, pressing his cheek against her hair with a small smile and letting his eyes slowly drift shut. A warm haze fills his mind, but there's one thing he's certain of as he drifts off to sleep–he's never been so grateful for a miracle in his life.