#corruptedbiotics

[fearled]

have you been thinking about me?

subtle romance starters.

           he’d be lying if he said the sound of her voice didn’t startle him a bit, even after the telltale click of the door opening from afar.  after spending so many hours in the dark, sight forcefully torn from him via blindfold, his other senses have been heightened  –  so when one of her finely - manicured nails drags listlessly across the expanse of his jaw, he finds his shoulders shuddering against their will, whether out of pleasure or fear.          there’s no reciprocation on his behalf ;  his hands were tied behind the chair hours ago, and even without squirming or attempts at escape, the material’s dug painfully into his skin and left angry red welts in their wake.  there’s no telling when  ( or if )  he’ll be getting out of his binds anytime soon.  Moira does so dearly love her games.        ‘ of course, ’  he replies smoothly, masking any uncertainty in his tone.  ‘ all you left me with was my imagination. ’ 

[therealricksanchezpleasestandup]

@corruptedbiotics​ continued from x

    There’s no space between them. And if there is, it coulda fooled him, because it doesn’t feel like it. Her beating chest against his, the way that she took control of him and pretty much already began manhandling him from the very start like she fuckin’ OWNED him.

   The goddamn nerve. He should have been mad and agitated by it, and there was a small part of him that was, but the side of him that knew what he was doing when he shattered that glass was smug and amused.

    He got her attention--whether negative or positive. And that’s all that mattered.

   He’d gladly take those clawed fingers feeling like they’re about to pierce his jaw. She was probably expecting him to be shocked, and he was, at least initially, but any means of intimidation quickly fades when she’s so close.

   “Nope. Guess I can’t control myself. It’s just those darned impulses, y’know? Geez.”

   He’s confident enough in himself to not back down at those threats. Sure, she’s strong, and a force to be reckoned with, and she COULD take him out in circumstances, but the scales typically were in his favor.  And what fun was life if you didn’t gamble a little? 

   “Boy, I’d hate to disappoint you there. You obviously haven’t seen my working space.”

[doesharm-blog]

He couldn’t help but be curious, with how many hours he’d spent on the field healing men of his own. Her contraption was one he’d never seen the likes of before, a means of healing from the palms of her hands. Lightweight- genius, thought he wasn’t one to admit such a thing aloud. However, it did not stop him from speaking up- a compliment to her, however rare a thing it may have been to hear from his lips. A gestured to her hand, it was then he attempted to bring up the subject.

“Such interesting technology, I can only imagine it must bring a great deal of ease to the healing process of your team. Might I take a look? If it’s not too bold a thing to request, that is.” || @corruptedbiotics liked for a starter

[therealricksanchezpleasestandup]

@corruptedbiotics replied to your post:

– and I suppose I’ll be spending the rest of the evening with you? … An adequate use of my time. You’ve convinced me.

    “Judging by the status of your arm still, I’m gonna say going bowling is out of the question, huh?” What a smartass.

[revcille]

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