Thread: NieR: Automata - Heart beneath the Steel - (StarMech x Kaybee)

Success of the mission was something to be sought above all else, even self-preservation, yet while some YoRHa androids succumbed to a nihilistic numbness to their own synthetic lives, there were many who took on other views. 'The mission is better served by my continued existence' thought some, 'if I die here, then future missions will require another', thought others, while a very rare few took those excuses one step further and reason the quite simple desire to continue living, to evade cessation of existence, mission or no mission. 2B had always considered herself to be in the former category, self preservation as a means to the mission as an end, yet here, confronted with 9S' admission, she had to acknowledge that somewhere in the slew of emotional uncertainty that had plagued her since the battle the mission was no longer her sole reason to ensure that her self was perpetuated. She had protected him, fought alongside him, not just for the sake of the mission but for the sake of not seeing him ended, and in turn he had proved invaluable in returning that favor. 'Injured' as she was, 2B's strength was not sufficient to hold 9S' weight without bracing herself and when he fell she simply didn't have the time. He bore her to the floor of the shelter, a fall that would have been painful for a human, ignored by the powerful being in that shape. If anything her elbow left a divot in the metal as it came down, with her looking none the worse for wear. The fact that he had lied slid right through her mind and by, logged, noted, and then completely ignored in the face of the rest of his words. What sort of emotional responses. The fact that she did not have much in the way of a real pulse to quicken 2B could feel a heart hammering in her chest, blood that she only had the loosest of analogues to pounding in her ears. It was not so much a question as a demand for explanation. What sort of responses? One part hope, two parts desperate need for vindication, to know, to understand. Had they shared something, his hand was on her thigh, she'd simulated this, she was simulating this, on some level she had come to want this without really realizing it until here it was, tantalizingly close. She grabbed his head and pulled it down, a violent kiss as far as firsts went, but in the moment the emotional override that had prompted the impulsive action did not care. One hand cradling the base of his skull, keeping him from pulling away, the other reaching out and giving a hard push, rolling them over so that she was on top as she registered a stiffness on 9S body and in another moment of emotion-driven impulse rolled her hips, pressing her cleft against that growing bulge and casping into his mouth as a fresh tingle -like those that had emerged from her frustrated exploration earlier- suddenly blossomed through her. Her lips drew back, and 2B found she was panting for breath, chest heaving as she looked down at him. Did you think of this? She asked breathlessly, his response emboldening her, encouraging her. Would such a response exist if he did not think of her? Did not consider her an attraction? What did your feelings tell you? She still needed to hear it, needed to know rather than simply speculate.