[Her answer is flat, asking his help wasn't a ploy to get his attention, or to get him to stay, she doesn't think that way. She's told him much more bluntly and directly in the past what she wants, and she doesn't really like playing the coquette, not with people who truly interest her. She didn't care for that particular brand of insincerity. This wasn't to show him the marks down her spine either, although she's not protesting, she'd have wanted him to see it eventually.
She turns her head, eyes still closed, temple resting against the cool surface. Her back flexes under his touch anyway, it's pleasant whether he stays or goes and there's a reason she chose this space to mark: it's not just the back of her neck that she finds particularly sensitive, it's all the way down her spine. The needles puncturing over and over again had been interesting and enjoyable, all the hands that will do exactly what he's doing will be too.]
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[Her answer is flat, asking his help wasn't a ploy to get his attention, or to get him to stay, she doesn't think that way. She's told him much more bluntly and directly in the past what she wants, and she doesn't really like playing the coquette, not with people who truly interest her. She didn't care for that particular brand of insincerity. This wasn't to show him the marks down her spine either, although she's not protesting, she'd have wanted him to see it eventually.
She turns her head, eyes still closed, temple resting against the cool surface. Her back flexes under his touch anyway, it's pleasant whether he stays or goes and there's a reason she chose this space to mark: it's not just the back of her neck that she finds particularly sensitive, it's all the way down her spine. The needles puncturing over and over again had been interesting and enjoyable, all the hands that will do exactly what he's doing will be too.]