by JimMoriarty Wed Apr 04, 2012 11:19 am
Acutely conscious of the fact that what they were doing would most accurately be labeled as 'snuggling', Jim was even more aware of the fact that he didn't want to move. He continued to whine about stains in his carpeting and clothing and Seb's ruined trousers, while more of his mind focused on the fact that his gunman's breath was slowing, becoming less pained, and it was fucking ticklish on his neck.
Yet, he still felt no great urge to push Seb away.
He almost thought he should, though, just to keep up appearances.
Not that he could really get up anymore. Not only was Seb's leg pinning down his trousers, his arm was trapped around the other man's shoulders. And, while he was fairly sure it would not be too much of a strain to get up and leave, he, again, didn't want to. Which puzzled him, as well as the fact that his anger had dissipated once he'd gotten a look at Seb's leg--into worry.
Jim's particular method of unraveling puzzles followed a stepped process.
Step One: Identify the problem.
Step Two: Figure out what is causing the problem.
Step Three: Figure out how to solve the problem.
Usually followed by Step Four: Destroy Fix the problem.
Jim was having mild trouble with Step One. What problem?
Tonight was just full of surprises.