[He looks up at her, meets her eyes and there's that slight curl of her lips as she takes him in. He looks a little stunned, but in that good way that she can almost imagine herself with just a slight flutter of her eyelashes. There is cruelty to her, but like this she is surprisingly safe, because she has no interest in hurting someone more than they desire. For her the breathtaking part is the trust; so she would never break it.
There's a purr that's almost a laugh at his answer, a curl of her lips that's more than a little teasing. It's not something weighted with expectation, and so it makes it that much easier to take it in stride. And she'll never say it, but he's certainly not the only one.] Mm, imagine that.
[He nuzzles into her hand and her fingers brush softly against the side of his face. This is dangerous, blurs the line between acceptable and not. Her fingers pause at the question, a catch to her breath as she considers, and god, she's sure this is a bad idea. Not to mention that she doesn't have a real knife, but what she swiped from the medbay.]
All I have is a scalpel.
[Her voice is low, almost a whisper. The image of it is far more enticing than she wants to talk about with anyone.]
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There's a purr that's almost a laugh at his answer, a curl of her lips that's more than a little teasing. It's not something weighted with expectation, and so it makes it that much easier to take it in stride. And she'll never say it, but he's certainly not the only one.] Mm, imagine that.
[He nuzzles into her hand and her fingers brush softly against the side of his face. This is dangerous, blurs the line between acceptable and not. Her fingers pause at the question, a catch to her breath as she considers, and god, she's sure this is a bad idea. Not to mention that she doesn't have a real knife, but what she swiped from the medbay.]
All I have is a scalpel.
[Her voice is low, almost a whisper. The image of it is far more enticing than she wants to talk about with anyone.]