[Well that does it. Drags her back from the rapture of her own fantasies into the present where his teeth clip at rough, sensitive skin. And it reminds her of how skittish he was with his mask off, how much effort it takes to ignore how fragile she feels in the wake of old memories.
But she does. Aside from the slightest flinch for it-- a sincere flinch as opposed to the rough and rowdy bucks Nisha usually employs-- he's left that easy access to her throat, one leg wrapping around his lower back as a brace. Against everything.
And in the interim she'll do her best to focus on sensation over thought.]
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But she does. Aside from the slightest flinch for it-- a sincere flinch as opposed to the rough and rowdy bucks Nisha usually employs-- he's left that easy access to her throat, one leg wrapping around his lower back as a brace. Against everything.
And in the interim she'll do her best to focus on sensation over thought.]