[He plans on going for the mask as soon as he puts her down, but for now she has her hands in just the right spot and he's got her pressed against a wall.
Jack pauses briefly when she starts to tell her tale, pausing to let the visual form. His imagination was always overactive, and where Nisha manages to suppress her chuckle, he does not.]
No kiddin'. Did he cry? Bet he wet his pants when you brought it out.
[He removes his grip from her hips entirely then, leaving her to support her own weight against the wall and his waist. Jack's hands immediately start to wander under her shirt, dragging his nails, practically begging for more detail.
If he focuses on that enough, if he keeps his face close enough to her, he can forget the mask is off. Maybe.]
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Jack pauses briefly when she starts to tell her tale, pausing to let the visual form. His imagination was always overactive, and where Nisha manages to suppress her chuckle, he does not.]
No kiddin'. Did he cry? Bet he wet his pants when you brought it out.
[He removes his grip from her hips entirely then, leaving her to support her own weight against the wall and his waist. Jack's hands immediately start to wander under her shirt, dragging his nails, practically begging for more detail.
If he focuses on that enough, if he keeps his face close enough to her, he can forget the mask is off. Maybe.]