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keelahselai) wrote2015-07-25 01:42 am
keelahselai) wrote2015-07-25 01:42 am
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In the end, all there was to it was to barricade the door. It locked from the inside, but...keys. Lots of people probably had keys. Better safe than sorry and all.
She wasn't going to get sick. Her mask had been off for a while now. Multiple times. It was off right that moment. If she was going to get sick? It would have happened already. That didn't stop her mind stuttering over the possibilities in a haze of nerves, nonetheless.
"So, ah..." Her mouth was still wet from kissing him, or maybe she was just imagining it. "They're pretty easy to take off bit by bit - they have to be in case of emergencies, right?" She gestured vaguely at her arm, went back to fiddling with the neck and head portion of her suit, the cabling there where everything should just unclip and pull away. "I've never actually taken the whole thing off myself, though, last time there was a doctor helping me and it was a couple of years ago now, so this might take a little while..."
She licked her lips and forced herself to stop. "Sorry, I'm just really nervous." Deep breath. "Okay."
And with a few motions of her shaky fingers - uncoupling wiring, detaching clasps - she pulled away the top portion of the suit, leaving her entire head and neck uncovered...and it was...weird. She was so used to the weight of the suit, and the very slight restriction of movement that came with having cabling along her neck, that being without left her stood there simply moving her head experimentally for a moment to get used to the sensation. Twisted it to one side, rolled it back...then, hesitantly, she reached up with her bare hand to touch her hair, pulled back tight against her head and coiled in plaits at the base of her skull.
It was thick, soft under her fingers, and for a second she forgot she was being watched. Even as a smile touched the corners of her mouth, tears jumped to her eyes unbidden. It was a stupid thing, such a simple thing - but she'd had no idea what her hair even felt like. She still had no idea what it looked like now. For a moment, she was lost in a reverie - and then her gaze focused again on Niko, and she found herself laughing self-consciously, smiling at him toothily. A little embarrassed though she might have been, she'd wanted him here for this - still wanted him to share it with her.
She wasn't going to get sick. Her mask had been off for a while now. Multiple times. It was off right that moment. If she was going to get sick? It would have happened already. That didn't stop her mind stuttering over the possibilities in a haze of nerves, nonetheless.
"So, ah..." Her mouth was still wet from kissing him, or maybe she was just imagining it. "They're pretty easy to take off bit by bit - they have to be in case of emergencies, right?" She gestured vaguely at her arm, went back to fiddling with the neck and head portion of her suit, the cabling there where everything should just unclip and pull away. "I've never actually taken the whole thing off myself, though, last time there was a doctor helping me and it was a couple of years ago now, so this might take a little while..."
She licked her lips and forced herself to stop. "Sorry, I'm just really nervous." Deep breath. "Okay."
And with a few motions of her shaky fingers - uncoupling wiring, detaching clasps - she pulled away the top portion of the suit, leaving her entire head and neck uncovered...and it was...weird. She was so used to the weight of the suit, and the very slight restriction of movement that came with having cabling along her neck, that being without left her stood there simply moving her head experimentally for a moment to get used to the sensation. Twisted it to one side, rolled it back...then, hesitantly, she reached up with her bare hand to touch her hair, pulled back tight against her head and coiled in plaits at the base of her skull.
It was thick, soft under her fingers, and for a second she forgot she was being watched. Even as a smile touched the corners of her mouth, tears jumped to her eyes unbidden. It was a stupid thing, such a simple thing - but she'd had no idea what her hair even felt like. She still had no idea what it looked like now. For a moment, she was lost in a reverie - and then her gaze focused again on Niko, and she found herself laughing self-consciously, smiling at him toothily. A little embarrassed though she might have been, she'd wanted him here for this - still wanted him to share it with her.
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It was a moment before what he said caught up to her - she'd shuddered bodily when he pulled out of her; and now that she'd caught her breath, come down from the high, she was acutely aware of the ache he left behind. Her legs were slightly stiff beneath her as she lifted up a little, only to stretch them out - a little gingerly - and lie down properly, weight half on Niko, though propped up on one forearm to look at him.
She'd never thought of Niko as the type to placate - if he said something, he meant it - so even if it sounded like a line...it wasn't. He'd already told her he'd been with a lot of women - and not that she'd been worried about him comparing her...well, not that worried...but she hadn't expected to hear that.
(Not for a while, maybe. Some day, she dearly wanted to blow his mind like he already had hers.)
"Neither do I." A bit of a joke, sure - but soft, fond, lacking any edge. And it was true, anyway - not suit programs, nor fingers and teeth through fabric, could have prepared her for something this intense, this intimate. It wouldn't have been like this with anybody else - maybe that's what he'd meant.
She stretched her legs out properly as blood rushed back into them, her back arching, and sighed in relief. "Next time, though, you go on top."
Part of her already thought 'next time' couldn't come soon enough.