moved.

“I go out there and I do my job. I put my life on the line, I get shot at! I do what has to be done, for them! But at the end of the day I’m still the bad guy.”

“I thought we were all supposed to have a fresh start here. I can’t change the past.”

                [ johanna’s heart rate skyrockets. in an                   instant. the mason girl has to remind                   herself his intention isn’t to choke her,                   it’s for the r o u g h n e s s implied.                   arcing her back off the wall just enough                   to be c l o s e r. head tilt follows, to                   allow much more roaming access.                    eager digits claim a shakiness, an                   urge to touch, but she refrains for the                   moment at hand. ]

                [ with his hand wrapped around her                   neck, he could feel her heart beat                   against his hand. a small smirk                    played at his features before his other                   hand moved down to her waist, pulling                   her closer to him. he wanted to                    feel her touch, feel her pressed                   against him, and he felt that moment                   was coming soon. ]

                [ the talking was annoying him as well,                   so he no longer felt the need to do so.                   instead, he just breathed against her                   neck, still pressing soft kisses against                   it as to see just what reaction he would                   get from her. if she wanted rough, he                   would give her rough. his hand moved                   upwards to wrap around her neck. though                   it was not enough to cut off her airway. ]