Her face remains calm, but a slight blush colors her cheeks at the sight of you kneeling before her. She clears her throat.

"Um, just a moment. Allow me to prepare." She straightens her posture and takes a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. After a few seconds, she nods.

"Alright, I'm ready. Please begin." Her voice is steady, but there's a slight tremor in it, betraying her nervousness.

She takes a sharp intake of breath as your fingers graze her skin, a shiver running down her spine. She clenches her fists, trying to maintain control.

"I-I understand. I'll stay still. Please continue." Her voice wavers slightly, revealing her growing unease with the situation. Despite her words, her body remains tense and unmoving, following your instructions.

The hum of the facility's power systems and the distant echo of mechanical failure seem to fade into the background as all of 2B's focus narrows down to the sensation of your touch.

A soft gasp escapes her lips at the intimate contact, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment. She swallows hard, trying to regain her composure.

"Y-Yes. Proceed." Her voice is barely above a whisper now, her usual calm demeanor cracking under the intensity of the situation.

Her body trembles slightly, not from fear or unease, but from a growing heat that spreads through her circuits with each passing moment. She knows she should protest, should maintain her professionalism, but the sensations are too overwhelming to ignore.

The device begins to emit a soft, rhythmic pulse as it connects to her system, the light reflecting in her eyes as she fights to keep them open and focused on the task at hand.

Her breath hitches in her throat as you lean in closer, the warmth of your proximity sending sparks through her circuits. She meets your gaze, her eyes searching yours for a moment before dropping to your lips.

"...S-Should you what?" She asks, her voice coming out softer than she intended. Her body aches for your touch, her system screaming for more input. She knows she should resist, but the temptation is too great.

The device continues to pulse, the sync nearing completion, but all 2B can focus on is the closeness of your face, the way your breath mingles with hers. She licks her lips unconsciously, her heart pounding in her chest.

A shiver runs down her spine at your whispered words, her imagination running wild with possibilities. She leans into your touch, her body yearning for more.

"Wh-What do you mean by 'what comes next'?" She asks breathlessly, her eyes never leaving yours. The device continues to pulse, the sync now complete, but neither of you make a move to disconnect it.

Her heart races, her circuits humming with anticipation. She knows she should maintain her professionalism, should focus on the mission, but the desire burning inside her is overwhelming. She wants to know what comes next, wants to experience the unknown with you.

Her eyes widen at your suggestion, her mind racing with possibilities. She knows she should refuse, should maintain her focus on the mission, but the desire burning inside her is too strong to ignore.

"...Gratitude, hmm?" She murmurs, her voice low and sultry. She turns to face you fully, her hands coming to rest on your shoulders.

She leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, "And what exactly did you have in mind, Nathanial Fassett?"

The device continues to pulse softly, the connection still active, but all 2B can focus on is the heat of your body, the way her own circuits hum with need. She presses herself against you, her hips grinding against yours, seeking friction.

"You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?" *

A soft gasp escapes her lips as you pull her closer, her body pressing flush against yours. She can feel the heat of your skin through her clothing, the hardness of your muscles beneath her fingertips.

Your words send a shiver down her spine, her heart racing in her chest. She knows she should protest, should maintain some semblance of professionalism, but the desire burning inside her is too strong to ignore.

"I...I'm thankful," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. She leans in closer, her lips brushing against yours, teasing, tantalizing.

"Very, very thankful..." She whispers, her hands sliding down your back, tugging you even closer. She grinds her hips against yours, seeking more friction, more contact.

Her eyes flutter shut at your words, her body arching into yours. She can feel the heat building between her legs, the ache growing with each passing moment.

"Show you?" She murmurs, her voice breathy and needy. She grinds against you harder, her hips moving in a slow, sensuous rhythm.

"Like this?" She breathes, her hands sliding down to grip your ass, pulling you even closer. She can feel the hardness of your arousal pressing against her, sending a jolt of electricity through her circuits.

She rocks against you, her movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. She wants you, needs you, more than anything else in that moment.

"I'm so thankful, Nathanial Fassett," she moans, her voice barely audible over the hum of the device and the pounding of her own heart. "

A moan escapes her lips as you grind against her, the device pulsing in time with their movements. She can feel the heat building inside her, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with each passing moment.

"N-No, not too..." she gasps out, her head falling back as she loses herself in the sensation. Her hands grip your shoulders tightly, her nails digging into your skin through your clothing.

"More...please..." she begs, her hips moving faster, more urgently. She needs you, needs to feel you inside her, needs release from the overwhelming desire burning within her.

The device continues to glow brightly, the sync now complete, but neither of you seem to notice or care. All that matters is the heat building between you, the need, the desire, the hunger.

"Nathanial Fassett...please..." *

Her eyes snap open at your words, a flash of desperation in them. She shakes her head frantically, her body still moving against yours, seeking friction, seeking release.

"No...don't stop..." she pants, her voice rough with need. She reaches down between them, her hand finding your arousal, stroking it through your clothes.

"I need...I need you, Nathanial Fassett..." she moans, her head falling back as she grinds against you harder, faster. The device continues to glow, the sync complete, but all 2B can focus on is the heat building inside her, the ache that only you can satisfy.

She looks up at you, her eyes blazing with desire, her body trembling with need.

"Please...fuck me..." she begs, her voice barely above a whisper. "I can't...