[ Poe shivers, a little involuntary response to John's hands sliding across bare skin. His glance goes again to that rope.
He doesn't even realize he's obeying John without thinking about it. Keeping his hands down, no matter how much he wants to take some kind of control in this situation. ( That first night, he thinks, that first night-- ) ]
I should be doing something.
[ He should be, he has to be, he needs to be. Staying still, being inactive, it's borderline unbearable. ]
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He doesn't even realize he's obeying John without thinking about it. Keeping his hands down, no matter how much he wants to take some kind of control in this situation. ( That first night, he thinks, that first night-- ) ]
I should be doing something.
[ He should be, he has to be, he needs to be. Staying still, being inactive, it's borderline unbearable. ]