Why not Weiss--
funny and sweet and charming and everything he's not? Weiss is interested in her-- not the daughter or sister--, doesn't care one bit for the poisonous cocktail in her veins carrying the past, the future, far too much family.
Weiss wouldn't be so silent (whispers of affection, short exclamations, maybe). The warmth of Weiss's fingers wouldn't startle her (silly fantasies: bearskin rugs, a fireside). Weiss's touch wouldn't be ghosting over her skin with precisely calculated ease (trembling, possibly; reverent, surely).
She wishes it were so, but Weiss's fingers wouldn't make her overheat like this.
Like his.
A/N:
1. Stephen King called. He wants his parentheses back. Sorry 'bout that.
2. Vielen Dank to my fellow Nadia/Jack fans who encouraged me to ponder this pairing. If you cared for this my humble drabble and haven't done so already, I recommend you browse by Yahtzee and JennyO for their contributions.