Disclaimer: I do not own 9. I never have owned 9. This is just a figment of my sick twisted imagination.
She ground against him as he kissed her, straddling her waist. He sat up as if studying her inner workings through the opening, his head cocked to the side, a smug smirk on his face.
She gasped, moaning his name. "O-1! Just do it already!" It was just like them to argue like this, always, even during bonding.
He made a 'hmph' noise, that one he always did and thrust his hand into her opening, caressing her metal innards gently with one finger. Her back arched against him, pushing his hand further inside of her.
He teased her with his hand, just brushing against her with the tips of his fingers and pulling back just as she moaned and fell back as the source of her pleasure was lost, her breathing heavy.
"You.. bastard." She panted, managing to get the words out between gasps and moans of pleasure. That sneer of a smirk of his was back on his face. "You teasing bastard.."
"Oh, am I?" He wriggled his fingers deeply inside of her and her hands tensed at his shoulders, actually ripping a hole in the fabric.
A soft green glow emanated from inside her. She called out his name. "O-1!" That sneer of his, that arrogant smirk, was back as he hissed in her ear, his mouth against it,
"I liked 'you bastard' better." punctuating the words 'you' and bastard' with a flicking of his fingers against her insides and wires that made her moan and gouge another set of holes further down on his back and shoulders.
"Oh Creator, 1.." she gasped as the light issuing from her opening brightened tenfold and blended with the light coming from his.
He hissed her name in her ear, the sole time he said hers while he had her calling his name every time he touched her.
He pressed his body to hers, his hands at her back, fingers tensing and relaxing, a small hole forming just like the ones he had on his shoulders.
Soon enough, exhaustion claimed them and they slipped into a rest cycle, their bodies still entwined, bathed in a soft green glow. The last thing 1 remembered before closing his optics was sliding off her and curling an arm around her oddly warm middle.
She was already asleep when he, his optics half-closed, whispered, "I love you too, you blasted girl."
-end one-shot-
AN: Aha! XD My first pure unadulterated stitchpunk pr0nz. XD I dunno where this idea came from although I must say I was excising my demons in this one. XD RER Peeps.
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