[The temperature shift-- gradual as it is given the hardened edge of her teeth-- is enough to at least convince her to ease her mouth away from his fingertips, angry red still marking the edge of her jaw.
But her grip stays fast, even as her thumb smooths over an adrenaline-pressed vein in his neck the way someone might pet a frightened animal. Much as she might be coaxing him back towards contentment, behind that motive Nisha's entertaining the idea of just putting him under now and saving them both the trouble.
It's less fun, but given that he's far from top shape, there's not that much fun to be pulled from this from the get-go: an eventuality that's getting closer with every passing second.]
Speak up, Handsome. Can't hear you. [Every bit as much a jab as it sounds.]
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But her grip stays fast, even as her thumb smooths over an adrenaline-pressed vein in his neck the way someone might pet a frightened animal. Much as she might be coaxing him back towards contentment, behind that motive Nisha's entertaining the idea of just putting him under now and saving them both the trouble.
It's less fun, but given that he's far from top shape, there's not that much fun to be pulled from this from the get-go: an eventuality that's getting closer with every passing second.]
Speak up, Handsome. Can't hear you. [Every bit as much a jab as it sounds.]