Mmhm. [Mouth finding his temple, mask still in-hand and no closer to being replaced. She can feel him anxiously bearing down, but it's not the reason Nisha's pressing the limit by breathing low over skin that's stayed too long in the shadows.
Of course that doesn't mean she's not enjoying it, either.
Besides, there's a certain tension to the fingers he's left tucked well below the edge of her waistband, and she'd have to be numb five times over not to notice-- or care. The elevator doors stuck open at his back reflected in the glint of the arm she's draped over his shoulder, just where the edge of his mask catches the light.]
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Of course that doesn't mean she's not enjoying it, either.
Besides, there's a certain tension to the fingers he's left tucked well below the edge of her waistband, and she'd have to be numb five times over not to notice-- or care. The elevator doors stuck open at his back reflected in the glint of the arm she's draped over his shoulder, just where the edge of his mask catches the light.]