Tucking their hands beneath the other person's shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.
Anemone's lips were both soft and rough against hers, little marks littered them from the years of surviving, yet remained just as delicate too.
Number 21 being the curious person she was, couldn't say no to the Resistance's woman advances.
Not before, not now, and most definitely not in the future.
Right now, she held her arms around Anemone's waist.
In a moment of confidence, the Scanner put her hands on the other woman's waist instead, curiously finding out that the Resistance's woman shirt had two openings just there at her sides.
How odd.
And how alluring…
How could she resist such an opportunity?
Number 21 lightly sneaked her hands right there, where Anemone's shirt opened at her sides, watching her pull away in shock.
"Your hands are cold." she whined. Cold, even though she was still wearing her gloves?
Well…
"We are androids, we don't have warmth." and that was true.
"I didn't know you had it in you to tease me like this." Anemone did as much as to pout indignantly.
How cute.
"Perhaps you inspire confidence."
Perhaps much more than Number 21 would ever admit.