[Jack smells blood. Whether its because Nisha has shown herself as suddenly vulnerable or because he knows what is associated with those injuries is hard to say, but its rarely a good look on him -- depending on your point of view.
He's since lost much of his conscious, true, but he knows when he's focusing on a weak point and he gets off to it. Nisha's cooperation is rewarded with him moving on, lifting his lips just a bit higher to the vein he knows is sitting there, pulsing angrily with adrenaline. He drags his teeth across it, pulls his lips back beneath the mask to pull skin into his mouth. Its short, maybe a bit bittersweet because of his fight against gravity and the damn desk.
But he's fighting for it -- fighting for her. His rhythm doesn't suffer for the effort, arching his back into the leg holding him close to try and get a better angle.]
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He's since lost much of his conscious, true, but he knows when he's focusing on a weak point and he gets off to it. Nisha's cooperation is rewarded with him moving on, lifting his lips just a bit higher to the vein he knows is sitting there, pulsing angrily with adrenaline. He drags his teeth across it, pulls his lips back beneath the mask to pull skin into his mouth. Its short, maybe a bit bittersweet because of his fight against gravity and the damn desk.
But he's fighting for it -- fighting for her. His rhythm doesn't suffer for the effort, arching his back into the leg holding him close to try and get a better angle.]