[ Hana sniffles pathetically. She knows she's probably asking for far too much when she gets emotional like this, and she partially doesn't understand why she's having such a violent reaction to his avoiding her. She knows he very literally carries the weight of the world on his shoulders on some days, so the fact that he's here does speak volumes. She sees that now that the fog of her anger has cleared. She blinks once, then twice, not answering him immediately. ]
It helps. [ Hana answers with a soft nod, though she doesn't venture further along that line of thinking. Much like her thought process on the night at the concert, she isn't so naive as to believe that she can be his girlfriend... Even if she's acting spoiled and petulant because of his neglect. She shivers in spite of herself as his fingernails rake along the length of her spine through her shirt, the slight pressure comforting in its own strange and dadly way.
She probably shouldn't want to fuck one of her father figures so badly, but she figures she can pull back and examine her questionable choices at a later date. ]
I'm not gonna apologize. [ She murmurs, though she knows she should. She appreciates his honesty even if she doesn't say as much, and when he pulls away to tilt her chin upwards, she meets his gaze as evenly as possible. She doesn't feel Okay With This, not just yet, but she's getting there. She's a far cry from the crying, shrieking wreck that she was at the beginning of this whole venture, in any case.
At his question, she pauses thoughtfully, watching his face. Sure, she's said she's wanted to fuck him, to be around him in a strictly physical sense. As far as deeper feelings go, however, Hana isn't entirely sure what she wants. There are no blooming feelings of butterflies fluttering around in her guts while dramatic music swells in the background, no; with Jack, she feels heat and arousal and want and collisions. It's rough-hewn and raw, with no halfway.
She swallows as she watches him, inhaling. ]
I want more of what happened two weeks ago. [ She delivers the words tersely, voice low. Hana doesn't give herself time to think about it when she delivers the second part of her demands. She doesn't want to falter. ] I want a lot more, and I want it to be just with me.
[ The feeling of his thumb on her jaw spurs her on, her voice taking on a slight hardness. ] But what about you? What do you want this to be? [ The last thing she wants is for him to be going along with this just for her sake; she knows that he likely won't, but she's nothing if not thorough when it comes to covering her bases. That's a hard-learned tactic pounded into her by her agent. ] Because if we're not on the same page here, I wanna call it quits right now.
[ But if they are on the same page... well. She won't mind taking her panties off and inviting him onto the bed. Not that she's gonna say that out loud, or anything, but she's definitely thinking it. ]
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It helps. [ Hana answers with a soft nod, though she doesn't venture further along that line of thinking. Much like her thought process on the night at the concert, she isn't so naive as to believe that she can be his girlfriend... Even if she's acting spoiled and petulant because of his neglect. She shivers in spite of herself as his fingernails rake along the length of her spine through her shirt, the slight pressure comforting in its own strange and dadly way.
She probably shouldn't want to fuck one of her father figures so badly, but she figures she can pull back and examine her questionable choices at a later date. ]
I'm not gonna apologize. [ She murmurs, though she knows she should. She appreciates his honesty even if she doesn't say as much, and when he pulls away to tilt her chin upwards, she meets his gaze as evenly as possible. She doesn't feel Okay With This, not just yet, but she's getting there. She's a far cry from the crying, shrieking wreck that she was at the beginning of this whole venture, in any case.
At his question, she pauses thoughtfully, watching his face. Sure, she's said she's wanted to fuck him, to be around him in a strictly physical sense. As far as deeper feelings go, however, Hana isn't entirely sure what she wants. There are no blooming feelings of butterflies fluttering around in her guts while dramatic music swells in the background, no; with Jack, she feels heat and arousal and want and collisions. It's rough-hewn and raw, with no halfway.
She swallows as she watches him, inhaling. ]
I want more of what happened two weeks ago. [ She delivers the words tersely, voice low. Hana doesn't give herself time to think about it when she delivers the second part of her demands. She doesn't want to falter. ] I want a lot more, and I want it to be just with me.
[ The feeling of his thumb on her jaw spurs her on, her voice taking on a slight hardness. ] But what about you? What do you want this to be? [ The last thing she wants is for him to be going along with this just for her sake; she knows that he likely won't, but she's nothing if not thorough when it comes to covering her bases. That's a hard-learned tactic pounded into her by her agent. ] Because if we're not on the same page here, I wanna call it quits right now.
[ But if they are on the same page... well. She won't mind taking her panties off and inviting him onto the bed. Not that she's gonna say that out loud, or anything, but she's definitely thinking it. ]