[She chews her lip, clearly pleased with both of his responses. It's when he's like this that she forgets he's the agent that no one really seems to want to mess with, that no one really knows too much of. She'd rather have him like this, in her arms, and then some that could really only be described by her so-called lack of imagination.
And even with all of his robotics, he's still clearly human, so easy to read and easy to know what he's thinking once he lets his eyes show from behind the lenses. Much how she sees his eyes more than most, he sees this side of her almost exclusively. Wasn't it only months ago she was so adamantly against having anyone be close to her?
How easy that changes once someone gets under your skin and happens to be in your space almost all the time.]
You're driving, mister never drunk. It's all on you.
[Isha leans in again to kiss the curve of his jaw, dropping her voice when she pulls back.]
And that's a trade secret.
[One that he'll never likely figure out, outside of the fact that she freely exploits what little she's given. In his case? An excess of physical touch and affection.
Not that she suffers when she kisses him and runs her fingers through his hair, of course. Maybe, quite possibly, she does it because she wants to, because she actually likes doing these things and not for some sort of endgame? The world may never know.
Adam does have one thing that most others don't: an inkling of how she operates.
How she's operating right now is the same exact way he's operating: there are more fun alternatives to keeping warm on cold European nights.]
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And even with all of his robotics, he's still clearly human, so easy to read and easy to know what he's thinking once he lets his eyes show from behind the lenses. Much how she sees his eyes more than most, he sees this side of her almost exclusively. Wasn't it only months ago she was so adamantly against having anyone be close to her?
How easy that changes once someone gets under your skin and happens to be in your space almost all the time.]
You're driving, mister never drunk. It's all on you.
[Isha leans in again to kiss the curve of his jaw, dropping her voice when she pulls back.]
And that's a trade secret.
[One that he'll never likely figure out, outside of the fact that she freely exploits what little she's given. In his case? An excess of physical touch and affection.
Not that she suffers when she kisses him and runs her fingers through his hair, of course. Maybe, quite possibly, she does it because she wants to, because she actually likes doing these things and not for some sort of endgame? The world may never know.
Adam does have one thing that most others don't: an inkling of how she operates.
How she's operating right now is the same exact way he's operating: there are more fun alternatives to keeping warm on cold European nights.]