Nicci watched Vince hand Mila her cup and then take one over to Marcus, and then smiled at Mila.  She looked a little subdued and Nicci hoped the beautiful woman wasn't upset about anything, and was relieved when she smiled softly back.  She took her own cup from Mari, whom she also exchanged a thankyou and a smile with, and sat back onto the floor not far from Bo's chair.  The warmth from the flickering flames of the fire were hot on her cheek, and she turned her head more to look into the flames.  She had always loved staring into fires and the almost meditative state it could put her into.<br/><br/>She moved back a little until she could lean against the edge of the chair Bo was sitting, her head against the end of the arm rest, sipping the dark bitter taste of her coffee, savoring the rich aroma, breathing in the steam slowly, deeply, loving the way it rolled round her lungs and lifted her with just the scent, feeling the physical response deep inside.  She smiled up at Vince, her eyes wide and dark, she was such a child when it came to sensations and even if it was something as simple as sniffing a leather belt or running her fingers across the pile of a fleecy blanket she seemed to sink into sensations and let them wash right through her.  The sensuality of small moments like these were so very important to her, and very much part of her sexuality, her body was so responsive and needed feeding with touch and smell and taste and her eyes looking into Vince's were open to that part of her deep inside at just the moment that they met, and she knew he could see the kind of physical response she would give to any exploration of her senses.<br/><br/>She dropped her eyes, not because she felt uncomfortable with him seeing her opened up like that, nor was she embarrassed that he had caught her at just that second, but this was a group time, not a one-to-one moment they could explore and although she felt he was one of the few people in the room who might understand that part of her more easily he also seemed more detached in a way, maybe more reserved. She really wasn't sure if his playful nature and smooth talk were partly a facade for a more complex man, sometimes his eyes had almost a darker look to them as if there was more going on behind the blarney than might appear.<br/><br/>She smiled at Mila as she handed Bo the paper and pen and explained she had already written her questions, it meant a lot to Nicci that she was not the one to put herself forward again and she said thank you to her sincerely. She also hoped so much that her idea really started the dialogue which she felt they all needed, for different reasons, and the doors that could be opened would help her a lot she knew. She was looking forward to seeing what people wrote, but also there was a little trepidation as she knew some questions she would find hard to answer. Whilst Bo wrote his, she'd better think carefully about the ones she should ask.