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But he's not. He's returning her hungry kisses with ones of his own, And she wants to do right by him for it. She's not 2B, she knows she'll never be that close to him, and she knows that he'll never want her in the same way that he so painfully obviously wants her. Frankly, A2 isn't sure she'd want him to want her like that. Especially not after seeing just how unhitched he could possibly get.
She snorts in amusement against the kiss, suddenly pulling away to look down on him, lips quirked in obvious amusement.]
You're an idiot.
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[He quips back, unable to keep the smile off his face as she throws the jab his way. By now he knows she doesn't mean it - if anything it's a term of endearment at this point.]
If I'm an idiot what does that make you?
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[A2 sighs, moving her hands on top of his forearms to give them a squeeze. She doesn't do or say anything after that, simply sitting on top of him and looking over him with her usual glare, even if it's probably less fierce than he's used to.]
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[Is all he offers up as he lets her straddle him, her glare a familiar occurrence now. Sometimes it can be frightening, sure, but right now it feels warm. He knows there's no malice behind the look she's giving him, and honestly? It's nice to be the center of her attention.]
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[9S gets another huff, and another squeeze of his fingers, and A2 leaning forward just slightly.]
I still don't know exactly how to finish.... this.
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[He means that too. Most of the time he's gotten worked up he's always just been left frustrated, forced to wait it out. It's a fight that truly gets them going, after all, even the promise of one. A little pain here or there, a scuffle if you are...but there's the threat of things getting out of hand. They did last time.
But that doesn't mean he hadn't enjoyed it on some level. (He had).
The squeeze she gives his fingers is returned but it's done so with the tiniest shock of static electricity. A little spark, if you will. It's not something he really wants to think too hard about or even acknowledge as something that had happened in another time or place, but Adam had used electricity against him. What's to say they couldn't use the same idea?]
I'd suggest we play tag but that might piss off our neighbours.
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It'd definitely piss them off. You and I both know that our tag would be destructive as hell.
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Well yeah, but that's what makes it fun. I mean sure, you beat the shit out of me but I can't deny I enjoyed most of it.
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[He knows he's fucked up, thanks A2. He's well aware.]
You know how we're programmed. I can't help it.
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I know. They really fucked you scanners up.