[Lesley didn't look terrible, but she also didn't look great. A half finished crepe sat abandoned on the table as the lady curled in on herself, looking at her watch like a lifeline. The brightly colored sundress seemed so cheerful in the wake of her body language of trying to make herself small. Mostly, she didn't want other guests to realize she was a Jack and approach her. It really was pesky when the suits activated even with a healthy sex life.
When she hears Lighter's voice her head shoots up. Her eyes were slightly unfocused and her face was flushed. She bites her bottom lip. Maybe asking Lighter was the wrong thing to do. As soon as she feels skin on skin, she finds herself relishing it, leaning into it immediately. It takes her more than a moment to realize what she's doing.]
Sorry. I beg your pardon. [She mumbles a little.] Just that... [She will not admit how much some basic skinship had been literal bliss.]
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When she hears Lighter's voice her head shoots up. Her eyes were slightly unfocused and her face was flushed. She bites her bottom lip. Maybe asking Lighter was the wrong thing to do. As soon as she feels skin on skin, she finds herself relishing it, leaning into it immediately. It takes her more than a moment to realize what she's doing.]
Sorry. I beg your pardon. [She mumbles a little.] Just that... [She will not admit how much some basic skinship had been literal bliss.]