[It's perhaps a blessing this isn't a video call because after the teasing pause, she's leaning forward, more eager for an answer than she wants to admit even to herself. Part of Nebula wishes his voice weren't so familiar as he said such things, but also hates what it says about her that it thrills her, too. A long denied need turned to something indecent.
There's a softness to her voice too, bordering on desperation then.] I want you to, yes. [It's all she can do to stop herself from begging.] Keep going.
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There's a softness to her voice too, bordering on desperation then.] I want you to, yes. [It's all she can do to stop herself from begging.] Keep going.
[Please.]