[She snorts out a breathy little response. A laugh, from the way her mouth tugs at the edge as she leans in to set it against his hand, just over the curve of her own. Maybe a scoff. Maybe both.
But it's her lips and the heat of her breath against his skin, the scent of worn, familiar leather front and center with every inhale. Every careful, teeth-scuffed kiss. Quiet. Simple. Almost caring, if Nisha ever knew how to be.
She doesn't though. Never had it from her mother, her father was too afraid-- she understands nothing of affection the same way she understands nothing of a pristine, sparkling city full of pristine, sparkling people. He can promise she'll have a place all he likes, but Nisha? Nisha isn't certain that's a promise he could keep, even if he wanted to.]
Sounds perfect. [Her profile noses in across his knuckles, eyes lidded for a brief moment or two.]
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But it's her lips and the heat of her breath against his skin, the scent of worn, familiar leather front and center with every inhale. Every careful, teeth-scuffed kiss. Quiet. Simple. Almost caring, if Nisha ever knew how to be.
She doesn't though. Never had it from her mother, her father was too afraid-- she understands nothing of affection the same way she understands nothing of a pristine, sparkling city full of pristine, sparkling people. He can promise she'll have a place all he likes, but Nisha? Nisha isn't certain that's a promise he could keep, even if he wanted to.]
Sounds perfect. [Her profile noses in across his knuckles, eyes lidded for a brief moment or two.]