#noah|interaction.

“what, you don't have time for me anymore?”

"oh." noah falls silent for a moment, silently turning over what this means in her head. she's free and she doesn't even know what to do with the thought of it, bouncing on her toes as a means to dispel some of her energy. "do i look upset? i'm not. i just... i can't believe you really did that. for me. no one has ever cared that much." since it would make any sane person crazy to care that much...

"i want you to show me what feels good for you." her teeth sink in to her lower lip as wide eyes look with theirs. noah doesn't like to sound desperate but there's always an edge of it to her voice in intimate situations; a desire to be good for someone that outweighs her own needs.

noah never forgets a face. it’s a blessing and a curse considering she comes across so many people in her line of work and perhaps those do start to blur together. however, a blast from the past? someone who would’ve once never given her the time of day? she doesn’t forget that. she’s amused by it. especially with the look she feels like she’s been getting from her all evening. one of them has to bite the bullet and she decides it will be her. gearing herself up, she approaches the other woman with a casual smile, “i figured that one of us had to make a move eventually.”

"careful there, someone might think you're actually starting to care." that someone being noah and really it was far too late to be careful since that's very much already what she's thinking, a slow and telling smile starting to form on her lips.

"who's there?" whipping around, noah's eyes scan frantically. she isn't scared of being snuck up on these days since it seems to happen so often but that doesn't mean that she likes it either. actually, she happens to find it quite jarring. she breathes out a sigh and feels all the muscles in her body slowly start to untense when her eye settle upon the familiar face. "jeez, don't do that!"

she's not a virgin or a prude by any means, but noah isn't exactly this... open either. if this was actually happening it wouldn't be so loud their friends could hear them. so, she falters slightly when he matches her energy. "that's — that's so—" she calls out, not bothering to finish since she can't find the words and instead pointedly looking away from him. she shifts towards the dresser, giving it a good rhythmic shake. "this is fucking ridiculous."

"my heart has been broken so many times in the past… but you won't hurt me, right? i can trust you."