Fics like Strapped

He motions down at her leg. “You’re still wearing that. It’s…distracting.” “You wear one every day - right now, even. What’s the difference?” she says, and he thinks she genuinely hasn’t made the connection. He is really going to have to spell it out for her. “Yeah but,” he starts, scrubbing a hand over his face, “that one is strapped to your leg, and I can’t get this image out of my head.” He hears her sharp inhale, looking up to find her eyes dark and full of something he hasn’t seen in them before - the usual sea of blue reduced to nearly nothing. She steps around the corner of the table towards him, voice pitched low. “What image is that, exactly?” Now it’s his turn to feel like the air is knocked out of his lungs. He definitely didn’t expect her to react this way, and holy shit it’s definitely turning him on. He takes the final step towards her, no more than a few inches between them, and reaches down to tap on the side of the holster slowly with his index finger. “You, wearing this-” he taps once more,” and only this.”

Fics like Strapped

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