[Having an arm against her throat shouldn't be the sort of thing that gets her worked up, and if it were anyone else doing it, they wouldn't have an arm any longer.
But it's not anyone else. It's Jack. And she really likes that he can hold his own against her.] I'm not wearing anything under it. [She points this out helpfully in spite of the arm. It's not actually true, but she's hoping to distract him as she shoves at him with legs and arms and a solid buck of her torso, attempting to throw him off]
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But it's not anyone else. It's Jack. And she really likes that he can hold his own against her.] I'm not wearing anything under it. [She points this out helpfully in spite of the arm. It's not actually true, but she's hoping to distract him as she shoves at him with legs and arms and a solid buck of her torso, attempting to throw him off]