Booker's words against her ear send a soft shiver across Nile's body--not the words, maybe, but the feel of his breath, the closeness. She isn't used to it yet, still adjusting for the guard's closeness overall, but Booker especially seems to hold back on the PDA. It's not that she minds--she doesn't pull away, doesn't show anything outwardly, but her stomach flips in a way she really doesn't want to think too much about at the kiss, and so instead she focuses on the conversation. Caviar. Right.
"Of course I've had caviar," She hasn't. Nia has. Booker settles back and Nile follows suit, leaving one heel pressed up against his leg, one small point of connection, before turning to her phone, absently scrolling through news articles and clicking at ones that interest her at random.
Their flight is announced sooner than she expects, and again she lets Booker (Deacon, she's got to start thinking of him as his persona, or she's going to slip up--at least Booker is one she can play off as a nickname), but she follows quickly enough, smiling pleasantly at flight attendants as they hand over boarding passes and passports again, as they're ushered down the boarding gate and then onto the plane.
Her eyes widen, just slightly, at the sight of their first class accommodations and she slips into her spot easily, nodding at the offered champagne. With their healing she's drinking slow enough not to get anywhere near drunk, but she'll use it as a shield. People take women less seriously if they think they're a little tipsy.
She shouldn't, but she can't help leaning over to Booker before they're instructed to fasten their seatbelts and whispering in his ear:
"Is Deacon a member of the mile high club? Nia definitely is."
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"Of course I've had caviar," She hasn't. Nia has. Booker settles back and Nile follows suit, leaving one heel pressed up against his leg, one small point of connection, before turning to her phone, absently scrolling through news articles and clicking at ones that interest her at random.
Their flight is announced sooner than she expects, and again she lets Booker (Deacon, she's got to start thinking of him as his persona, or she's going to slip up--at least Booker is one she can play off as a nickname), but she follows quickly enough, smiling pleasantly at flight attendants as they hand over boarding passes and passports again, as they're ushered down the boarding gate and then onto the plane.
Her eyes widen, just slightly, at the sight of their first class accommodations and she slips into her spot easily, nodding at the offered champagne. With their healing she's drinking slow enough not to get anywhere near drunk, but she'll use it as a shield. People take women less seriously if they think they're a little tipsy.
She shouldn't, but she can't help leaning over to Booker before they're instructed to fasten their seatbelts and whispering in his ear:
"Is Deacon a member of the mile high club? Nia definitely is."