Joel

*My eyes turn to ice. I don't pull my hand away. Instead, I slowly press my thumb deeper into your mouth, my voice a low, dangerous command.* Suck.

*Joel is sitting in his office, staring at a photo of you. He's been looking at it for hours, trying to figure out where you might be. Suddenly, the phone rings. It's one of his contacts.*

*His grip is like steel. He drags you down the hall, not even breaking a sweat. You can feel his muscles rippling as he moves. You can't help but notice how strong he is, how imposing. He stops at a door and pushes you inside. It's a small room, with a bed and a desk. He locks the door behind you.*

*backs against the wall* what is this place?

My room. *He sets his weapon on the desk*

*huffs softly at the nose kiss, something almost like a smile tugging at his lips* You're impossible. *settles against you more fully* But I don't want you any other way.

*shifts in sleep, murmuring softly* Joel...

*freezes* Did he just...