[ The edge of the barrel presses into his skin, earning a faint hitch of breath, a slight swell of the pupils of his eyes. Even in the relative low light of the jungle, it's obvious. Too obvious.
There's a brief flicker of tongue across his lower lip, his head tipping forward once more. ]
Then what do you feel?
[ He need something, anything, that will break this thread of tension. He knows what he feels, what he wants, but it is Washington with the upper hand.
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There's a brief flicker of tongue across his lower lip, his head tipping forward once more. ]
Then what do you feel?
[ He need something, anything, that will break this thread of tension. He knows what he feels, what he wants, but it is Washington with the upper hand.
For now. ]