#basiciinstinct

        he’s not really positive what he’s done to earn that, but ira’s hand is firm, it’s not playful, it’s demanding. it leaves a warm, stinging sense of ownership behind. angel bites his lower lip, exhaling through his nose as he regathers his wits.

         “ anything else, sir? “ there’s a level of snideness in his voice that is edging on disrespectful, but the warmth of his smile complicates that image, makes him further unreadable.

                      SOMEWHERE STUCK     in between the harshness of his usual responses and how good angel is at playing coy;    he can do nothing if not stare at him,  his gaze oppressive;   fighting a smirk with every fibre of his body.    evidently,  the battle is lost   ----------   one spreads like devious foul-play across his lips,  intentful and brash.

“        not for now,     ”       is the bawdy,  deep voiced response.    it normally makes home in him to be as apathetic and as disinterested in people as possible,  but somehow angel seems to seek the havoc in him.    (   perhaps so determinedly that he might stumble and reveal his   TRUE   colours.  )     --------  in a sickly way,  he hopes the other succeeds in that.   ira stands like a statue most often,  but in honesty,  he’d like to do nothing more than   CLAIM   him.

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         ❝ I was hoping we could discuss business. ❞ Business, here, means the drugs he’s said to be carrying. Solo’s job here is to form a steady salesman-client relationship, worm his way deeper into this trade. The CIA wants him to get to Sabella.

        Nothing he can’t handle. ( Not like he has a choice. )

           ❝ knocking seems quite foreboding. at least a ‘ thump ‘ would be more sound. ❞