Her stomach is tumbling with nerves as she starts to follow Steve's instructions. What if she does something wrong and really hurts him? She can feel his Adam's apple bob beneath her fingers when he swallows and that almost makes her let go entirely. It's sheer force of will that makes her stay where she is.
At his instruction to push back, Lydia worries at her bottom lip with her teeth, but she does as she's told. It doesn't feel so bad on her end but she can imagine that there's an awful lot of pressure at the center of Steve's throat the more she pushes. Yes, she's being a little too gentle and taking a little too long, but it's because it's Steve. Already, she can imagine exactly where this is going and if Steve were an enemy, Lydia would go for it in an emergency. But this is Steve. It's...Steve. She's struggling with that.
When Steve speaks, Lydia snatches her hand away, taking a second to actually process what he's said and realizing that it wasn't a complaint of pain or difficulty breathing or anything like that. He'd just been telling her to take a break for a second.
Lydia looks back at him tentatively, like she's not quite sure what's about to come next and she also isn't really sure she wants to know. There's still that part of her that believes she needs to know, because she needs to arm herself with anything that can help her survive an attack. She's been attacked directly before and she's still the waifish girl they wailed on the first time. It's hard not to be when she's only recently gained access to real food.
She clears her throat and then moves her fingers back to Steve's neck right where they were, but minus the pressure. "Is it just that? But with more pressure?" she asks, wetting her lips and looking up at him.
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At his instruction to push back, Lydia worries at her bottom lip with her teeth, but she does as she's told. It doesn't feel so bad on her end but she can imagine that there's an awful lot of pressure at the center of Steve's throat the more she pushes. Yes, she's being a little too gentle and taking a little too long, but it's because it's Steve. Already, she can imagine exactly where this is going and if Steve were an enemy, Lydia would go for it in an emergency. But this is Steve. It's...Steve. She's struggling with that.
When Steve speaks, Lydia snatches her hand away, taking a second to actually process what he's said and realizing that it wasn't a complaint of pain or difficulty breathing or anything like that. He'd just been telling her to take a break for a second.
Lydia looks back at him tentatively, like she's not quite sure what's about to come next and she also isn't really sure she wants to know. There's still that part of her that believes she needs to know, because she needs to arm herself with anything that can help her survive an attack. She's been attacked directly before and she's still the waifish girl they wailed on the first time. It's hard not to be when she's only recently gained access to real food.
She clears her throat and then moves her fingers back to Steve's neck right where they were, but minus the pressure. "Is it just that? But with more pressure?" she asks, wetting her lips and looking up at him.