[It's weird, really, because the motion is invoking a sort of familiarity that she's honestly not used to; oh, she's kissed the daylights out of Hardison a half-dozen times and she has absolutely no sense of modesty about a lot of things other people would find scandalous, but the hand in her hair is...strange. Like there's a memory there somewhere that she's long forgotten, invoked by the feeling, except that she knows there never was.
But it's okay, because it's better than thinking about the feeling creeping around in her stomach and twisting up her chest, and Ishimaru is about four inches shorter than the next most likely candidate for this would be, but that doesn't really matter either.]
You can still call me whatever you want. It's okay.
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But it's okay, because it's better than thinking about the feeling creeping around in her stomach and twisting up her chest, and Ishimaru is about four inches shorter than the next most likely candidate for this would be, but that doesn't really matter either.]
You can still call me whatever you want. It's okay.