That's both heinously disgusting and hot in horribly forbidden kind of way. And forbidden things just taunt her with their...forbiddenness. DAMMIT stop that.
Flashpoint's crouched here just outside his EM field for a reason, keeping hands and all other limbs and thoughts perfectly caste and to herself okay? Except when he suddenly decides to change that.
She sees the shift in his weight, his hands kept in her peripheral view, but she makes no move to stop him. She rocks a bit on her toeplates with the force of the grab, his hand closing around her throat, but beyond that she makes no other move. She feels the bump of his field, but hers is smooth, like ice, devoid of fear, only a tense, cold anticipation and latent kinetic energy waiting to be released.
Flashpoint holds his gaze with cool, steady yellow-amber optics for a long moment before giving one answer, "I can be."
If you're going to do something Deadlock, best do it now. Here's your chance.
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Flashpoint's crouched here just outside his EM field for a reason, keeping hands and all other limbs and thoughts perfectly caste and to herself okay? Except when he suddenly decides to change that.
She sees the shift in his weight, his hands kept in her peripheral view, but she makes no move to stop him. She rocks a bit on her toeplates with the force of the grab, his hand closing around her throat, but beyond that she makes no other move. She feels the bump of his field, but hers is smooth, like ice, devoid of fear, only a tense, cold anticipation and latent kinetic energy waiting to be released.
Flashpoint holds his gaze with cool, steady yellow-amber optics for a long moment before giving one answer, "I can be."
If you're going to do something Deadlock, best do it now. Here's your chance.