OPEN RP PART II: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

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[dickshots]

[The muscles of her jaw cinch under the scrape of his nails, an involuntary shiver working its way up her spine, gold eyes sparking with interest. He's cheating. He's cheating and he knows it, and admittedly it's not a bad tactic to take.

Shame it won't work on the monsters he's planning on tracking down if she decides to let him slide.

So she catches his fingers in her teeth, running the hand that was at the center of his chest up to his throat instead, bearing down enough to mean that any struggling or straining will have him choking himself out.] Mmm...so do I, apparently.

Give it up, Jack - make this easy on yourself.

[pandornah]

[The hand around his neck predictably makes him stiffen. Instinctively, he tries to sit up against it and feels her squeeze, which just encourages a strangled noise of displeasure. His fingers curl in her teeth, torn between frustration and amusement.

The red color bleeds out of him slightly, but he keeps his hands heated in between her teeth.]

Nishaaaaa--

[Its slightly strangled, but he still wants up. Until she releases his neck, he can't continue his original plan. of action.]

[dickshots]

[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.]

[pandornah]

Ok, that's enough. Up. Up!

[She's quite lucky he hasn't managed to figure out the rest of the elements yet. As it stands, Jack is getting frustrated, and its becoming less of a game by the second.

Ok, so maybe he can't go and set the jerkasses on fire right this second but he refuses to be treated like a cripple--

At least until she starts massaging the vein she's found, which immediately makes him dizzy and relaxes him in her lap for the time being. But if he knows one thing about Nisha its that she's not a homebody or a caregiver. The pampering never lasts long.]

God damn it.

[dickshots]

[Definitely neither, though his frustrated surrender means she's easing off the thought of choking him out. 'Easing' being the key word. The slide of Nisha's thumb slowing as her hold on him goes light.]

You done?

[pandornah]

[Jack answers Nisha with a defeated grunt, going completely limp in her lap.]

That depends. Are you? God, you don't let me have anything.

[dickshots]

Thankless work bein' a tyrant. [Her free hand slinks back down to his scalp, thumb sinking lower underneath the edge of his collar - nothing salacious about it.] Thankless, hard work.

You know the drill.

[Still, rough as she is, rewarding good behavior's all part of the fun. Loving the feeling of a jolt of pain doesn't mean that like anything else it doesn't get old if it's all a constant. Suspense, tension, climax-- satisfaction: has to work hand-in-hand.]

[pandornah]

Uh-uh.

[The reply is incredibly petulant, and his uninjured arm is swung over to lay across his own eyes. As far as he's concerned, this is an injustice.]

Tell you what. You have my permission to thank the hell out of me, OK?

[dickshots]

[And she laughs at that, all genuine amusement as the scratching at his scalp goes sharp behind an ear, right where it'll do its magic on a particularly sensitive nerve. Handsome Jack never was one to skimp on the self-gratitude front.

She just also doesn't expect him to go easy on the martyrdom front when things get hard, either.] You saying I don't already?

[pandornah]

[He goes sharp in her lap and makes a groaning noise when then tension aggitates his arm. Jack's face stays pressed against her stomach as he inhales to fight the sensation. If she keeps up that pressure, he'll pass out in short order.]

You can never thank me enough. Don't forget that.

[dickshots]

Jack? [Her head tilts, shadowing him while her fingers ride down along the base of his neck. The hand at his chest is entirely still where it'd been left.]

[pandornah]

What.

[Its said into her stomach and the fabric of her shirt. Its the only way he's willing to admit defeat. He's still tense, but whether that's a result of her or its because he's still upset, its impossible to tell.]

[dickshots]

[It's the hand she's kept at his neck that makes bracing him easy, giving her enough room to dip down and set her mouth to the base of his throat where he's curled against her (a kiss that's all easy affection despite his hemming and hawing) nose scuffing across delicate skin as an afterthought. A nod from one feral creature to another that signifies a certain fondness beyond the familiar.

When she finally speaks up, it's muttered against the muscle of his neck:] Shut the hell up.

[pandornah]

[Whether its the kiss, the scuff, or the comment that gets Jack to lift his face out of her stomach and fix her with the absolute most unimpressed stare ever is hard to say. But it sticks there for a few long moments before he complies and turns his head again to rest. He might even smile for just a brief moment because god damn she's hot when she tries to order him around.

He'll plan the kitten cookout later.]