[Fear is foreign to Nisha. Has been since she was a little girl with blood on her throat and a shovel in her hands. Everything since is a high or a low (with a clear preference for the former) and the only thing his shove manages to pull from her is the flash of teeth and a sharp, vivid surge of adrenaline. Keeps her hungry with that distance between them, and possibly too eager to bite.
Besides, taking the shade personally is a notch too juvenile for her tastes.] Yeah? And here I thought it was just the right amount.
[A point she proves by dropping her hold on his throat - both hands at his waist with a solid, not-so-subtle grip as she undoes the buckle there, knee working at the inside of his leg to coax him into giving her room.]
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Besides, taking the shade personally is a notch too juvenile for her tastes.] Yeah? And here I thought it was just the right amount.
[A point she proves by dropping her hold on his throat - both hands at his waist with a solid, not-so-subtle grip as she undoes the buckle there, knee working at the inside of his leg to coax him into giving her room.]