“Oh, that’s all you want from me?” Nikita teased a little flirtatiously, because why not? “My hands?”
Her hands were strong, and Daisy knew very well that Nikita knew how to use them. She didn’t know all the ways, exactly, but Nikita knew Daisy had probably made some reasonable guesses about some of Nikita’s skills that were not related to art, running a restaurant, or being an EMT.
Once, that would have bothered her a lot and made her concerned that her cover was going to be blown. She still didn’t confirm anything and would lie if she had to, but she worried a little less now. It had been long enough here that she felt like some of her friends might understand if she explained why she’d been part of Section.
Or maybe they wouldn’t. She wasn’t going to be making any confessions, just in case.
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Her hands were strong, and Daisy knew very well that Nikita knew how to use them. She didn’t know all the ways, exactly, but Nikita knew Daisy had probably made some reasonable guesses about some of Nikita’s skills that were not related to art, running a restaurant, or being an EMT.
Once, that would have bothered her a lot and made her concerned that her cover was going to be blown. She still didn’t confirm anything and would lie if she had to, but she worried a little less now. It had been long enough here that she felt like some of her friends might understand if she explained why she’d been part of Section.
Or maybe they wouldn’t. She wasn’t going to be making any confessions, just in case.