[Easy doesn't necessarily mean better. In fact, it rarely ever means better.
Jack is constantly at odds with giving control over. Too often, he'd been screwed over when he wasn't perfectly aware of what was going on around him. Not to mention the fact that everyone just loved to piss him off, Nisha included.
But the difference was that Nisha always made up for it.
It'll always be a fight, no matter how much either one is enjoying themselves or how tired they are. The heated breath turns heavy, the shaking in his shoulders is steeled against with pure tension in the rest of his muscles. Its a wrestling match he can't win, because it comes down to stamina Nisha has and he does not.
So after a good fight against odds he can't quite overcome, he presses in as far as he's able and balls his fists against the floor, elbows raw from dragging their bodies together. He gets off first (a heavy gasp that he fights to hold down, half-moons forming in his palms), but its his pride that keeps him braced over her with shoulders full of tension rather than collapsed over her in exhaustion.
Sweat rolls over the seams in his mask, down the front and off his nose. His artificial green eye stutters just a bit from the strain.]
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Jack is constantly at odds with giving control over. Too often, he'd been screwed over when he wasn't perfectly aware of what was going on around him. Not to mention the fact that everyone just loved to piss him off, Nisha included.
But the difference was that Nisha always made up for it.
It'll always be a fight, no matter how much either one is enjoying themselves or how tired they are. The heated breath turns heavy, the shaking in his shoulders is steeled against with pure tension in the rest of his muscles. Its a wrestling match he can't win, because it comes down to stamina Nisha has and he does not.
So after a good fight against odds he can't quite overcome, he presses in as far as he's able and balls his fists against the floor, elbows raw from dragging their bodies together. He gets off first (a heavy gasp that he fights to hold down, half-moons forming in his palms), but its his pride that keeps him braced over her with shoulders full of tension rather than collapsed over her in exhaustion.
Sweat rolls over the seams in his mask, down the front and off his nose. His artificial green eye stutters just a bit from the strain.]