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[ The sound Nell makes is confused--on the one hand, there's his breath on her ear and the weight of him pinning her to the stone and his bare chest against hers and his hand making its way up her thigh, plenty to like in all of that--and then on the other there's what he says. It's something surprised and incredulous, like maybe she was about to make a pleased noise but instead has choked midway, which is about true. ]

Now you decide you like to talk?

[ Her stockings end not so very far above the knee, and her patience doesn't go much further than that, nails dug into the nape of his neck again as her grip tightens, jerking his head back by the hair so she can make sure he's unable to speak for at least a moment or two on account of her tongue in his mouth. ]