[ Admittedly, Locus is somewhat distracted as well.
Not being pinned down and vulnerable at the hands of an enemy ranks high on his scale of instinctive behaviors, but whatever this is? Makes that somehow less important. He still snarls under his breath when Wash regains the upper hand, straddling his hips securely, and it's hard to tell if the buck of his his hips is to try and dislodge him...or simply to appreciate that weight and friction moving against him.
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His fingers dig under the flexible weave of the suit, peeling it away from Washington's shoulders. How many scars would be there for the counting? ]
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Not being pinned down and vulnerable at the hands of an enemy ranks high on his scale of instinctive behaviors, but whatever this is? Makes that somehow less important. He still snarls under his breath when Wash regains the upper hand, straddling his hips securely, and it's hard to tell if the buck of his his hips is to try and dislodge him...or simply to appreciate that weight and friction moving against him.
More.
His fingers dig under the flexible weave of the suit, peeling it away from Washington's shoulders. How many scars would be there for the counting? ]