riverandbook:SHIP AESTHETIC → Booker x Nile, The Man From U.N.C.L.E. AU“Your tracker&rs
riverandbook: SHIP AESTHETIC → Booker x Nile, The Man From U.N.C.L.E. AU“Your tracker’s not sending a signal. Have you turned it on?” Andy asks Nile as she enters the room.“I think so,” She says as she steps up onto the coffee table in the middle of the room, lifting part of her dress up to reveal the tracker strapped to her thigh. “Or do you want to check it?”Andy smirks at Booker, who’s standing at the opposite end of the room and waves a hand towards Nile. “Be my guest.”“It’s your tracker,” he says.“You’re the expert. I’ll be on the balcony.” And with that, she makes her exit from the room.Nile watches him as he lets out a sigh and makes his way towards her, warming up his hands in the process. As he stands before her, he gently sets his hands on her thigh.She tenses up, gasping. “They’re still cold,” she says. Which is a lie. Every inch of skin he’s touching feels as if it’s on fire, but she refuses to admit that to him.He flashes her an apologetic smile as he adjusts the tracker on her garter. All the while, she’s praying to any god who’ll listen that she can somehow remain standing with his hands on her thigh. Finally, she hears a small click, yet his hands remain where they are, still adjusting. “What are you doing down there?” She asks, eyebrow cocked, fighting a smile.The corner of his lips pull into a smile as he glances up at her. “Trying not to get lost.” -- source link