[Pressure not at all unwanted where the curve of her hips is set against his own, teeth moving across to find the low seam of his mask where it traces the jut of his jaw. Experimental in the way that she tests it with scuffs and scrapes to see exactly how much he can feel through the artificial. It's not the first time, but it's a fascination that never wears thin.
Nisha waits until her mouth finds his ear to whisper off what he wants to hear.] I changed my mind.
I want privacy, Handsome Jack. [The slow roll of his name nothing more than an easy purr under her careful drawl.]
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Nisha waits until her mouth finds his ear to whisper off what he wants to hear.] I changed my mind.
I want privacy, Handsome Jack. [The slow roll of his name nothing more than an easy purr under her careful drawl.]