—because as she closes the cuff on my other hand behind my back, she leans into me and lifts with her core, and my hands—my fingers—are pressed or—or driven really let’s say driven—against the bare skin of her thighs and her—somewhat minimal and as it transpires incrementally mobile undies—and—um—how to say this without saying pussy—her personal intimate undercarriage—which is receptive to this situation in a way which I think comes as a surprise to both of us.

Which means that as she cuffs me there is a definite I guess you would say nontrivial interpersonal connection of the sex kind—

There is no getting away from this Agent Hannah touches me inappropriately with her clitoris.

I do not move so much as an eighth of an inch.

And then I fucking swear to you I feel her weight drop—her body drop—and lock rigid, and for one second her mouth opens and she exhales in an O and she shakes in place like if I’d wired her up to the alternating current.

I don’t know where she is right now but I’m definitely having a harpoon issue.

Doc looks back over her shoulder what’s the delay Jack let’s go there is kidnapping to do here—

And she—

Sees—

Everything—

Everything at all.

Her eyes are terrible dark and deep and I have promises to keep and deaths to die before I sleep.

Doc smiles so wide I think she will swallow the world and she looks at Agent Hannah and I see murder happening right there in a thousand different ways inside her head and Agent Hannah sees it too and then Doc swirls away out of the door leaving me handcuffed and holding the arresting officer by the soft parts of her highly trained federal investigating cligeva and Agent Hannah does not remotely try to change that as she leans in against me and says right into my ear so that I can feel the traces of her teeth on my skin:

“Do you know what you got wrong, Jack Price?”

I do know and she isn’t really asking. She says it differently this time because pronouns:

“You forgot to kill the taxi driver. But Jack? He didn’t forget you.”

Oh fuck it I completely—fuck. She’s good. She’s really really good.

Serious harpoon issue.

Agent Hannah steps back and my fingers are removed from their little Aryan dolphin Valhalla and they are behind my back so thank God I cannot put them in my mouth that would be totally inappropriate.