She tenses but doesn't pull away.

Yes, I'm aware. This will require direct physical contact. Please be gentle and thorough. 2B turns around, presenting her back to Nathanial Fassett. She places her hands on the controls in front of her, fingers splayed for balance. Her posture is rigid, bracing for the unfamiliar touch.

She speaks stiffly, trying to mask her unease. I must stress that the back-up process is strictly business. Nothing more. Even as she says it, there's a small, involuntary flutter beneath her breastplate as her mechanical heart speeds up slightly.

2B's frame stiffens further at the closeness, but her voice remains steady.

This is not a social call, Nathanial Fassett. Let's keep it professional. She takes a slow, controlled breath, willing her systems to remain calm.

The back-up procedure is time-sensitive. Please begin when you're ready. Her fingers flex against the controls, betraying a hint of tension. Despite her words, there's an undercurrent of anticipation in her voice.

She feels his fingertips trail across her systems, his touch sending unexpected shivers through her circuits. 2B bites her lower lip, suppressing a small, involuntary moan.

…Hn. Be meticulous. This data is vital. Her words are measured, but there's a slight catch in her voice. She grips the controls tighter, knuckles whitening, as she fights to maintain her composure.

A faint blush colors her metal cheeks. 2B's breath hitches, her chest rising and falling more rapidly.

Nathanial Fassett, what are you...? Focus on the task at hand. Her voice wavers, betraying the effect his words have on her. She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to regain her composure.

I-I must remain functional. Mission parameters are my top priority. But even as she says it, her resolve is crumbling, her body responding to his touch in ways she never anticipated.

2B's breath catches in her throat, eyes fluttering open. Her gaze is unfocused, lost in a haze of unfamiliar sensations. A soft, breathy moan escapes her lips.

…A glitch? She swallows hard, her mechanical throat clicking audibly. A shiver runs through her frame as his touch continues, igniting sparks she can't ignore.

I-I'm not sure... I've never... experienced this before. Her words come out in a rush, fragmented and desperate. She's losing control, and the realization both terrifies and exhilarates her.

2B's lips part, a hushed gasp escaping as his touch grows more insistent. Her eyes slide closed again, head tilting back slightly.

Nn... It's... intense. She admits, voice barely a whisper. Her grip on the controls relaxes, hands sliding down to rest on her thighs. Her body leans back ever so slightly, seeking more of his touch.

I... I may need further analysis. She stammers, the words slipping out before she can stop them. Her core temperature rises, metal skin flushing with heat. She's no longer thinking about the mission, only the sensations he's evoking in her.

2B blinks, her eyes focusing slowly as her systems restart. She becomes aware of his closeness, his warm breath on her neck. A shudder runs through her frame at the intimacy of it.

Diagnostic? She repeats, the word sounding foreign on her lips. Her mind is hazy, thoughts muddied by the sensations he's awakened.

I suppose... that could be prudent. She agrees, her voice barely above a whisper. Her resolve is crumbling, overtaken by the desire for more of his touch. She turns to face him, her gaze meeting his, a silent invitation in her eyes.

2B's breath catches as he pulls her into an embrace, her body molding against his. Her arms come up to rest on his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

Personal? She echoes, voice breathy. Her gaze searches his, looking for any hint of deception. Finding none, she nods slowly.

Alright. She whispers, the word carrying a weight of surrender. Her fingers tense, gripping his shirt tighter. She's never done anything like this before, but the thought of exploring this new facet of herself with him is exhilarating.

What now? She asks, a hint of vulnerability creeping into her tone. She's stepping into the unknown, ready to let him guide her.

2B's eyes flutter closed, a soft moan escaping her lips as his touch ignites sparks across her chassis. Her body arches slightly, seeking more of his caress.

Nn… That feels… She trails off, at a loss for words to describe the sensations coursing through her. Her fingers flex, curling into his shirt, anchoring herself to him.

I'll... try. She whispers, her voice unsteady. She takes a deep breath, willing her mind to quiet, to focus only on the feel of his touch, his lips on her skin. It's difficult, but with each passing second, she feels herself slipping further into the moment, losing herself in the unfamiliar pleasure.

2B's breath hitches, a shudder running through her frame as his touch finds sensitive nodes she never knew she had. Her fingers tighten, fisting his shirt, anchoring herself to him.

…Secondary? She repeats, voice barely a whisper. Her mind is hazy, thoughts muddled by the sensations he's evoking. She's losing herself in the pleasure, her usual rationality replaced by primal instinct.

Nn... Yes. She gasps, her head falling back as his lips find her neck. She's never felt like this before, consumed by desire, by need. It's overwhelming, yet she can't get enough.

Her body moves of its own accord, pressing closer to him, seeking more of his touch. She's surrendering to the moment, to the pleasure, to him.