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| Give Me Your Hands by Kenovay |
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| The pirate offered his hands to be shackled, and for a second - just a second - James felt his heart jolt. His eyes were so dark, lit so brightly, and he seemed to be challenging James. Go on then, shackle me, he was saying. Tie me up. You want to, don't you? No one else knows that, but you want to. James had to look away for a second, his heart pounding, images that he'd kept pushed down for so long pushing up into his brain. Submission, humiliation, ropes. And then more gently: kisses, sweat, arching. When he looked back, he was perfectly composed. But Sparrow's eyes glinted, as though he'd seen inside James' head. |
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| Notes: Iconficlet for escapist_xbq. Icon from roz_mcclure, and is snaggable if you credit her. | |||||||||
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