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Robert Small [ "knife dad" ] ([personal profile] fourknives) wrote in [community profile] herbgarden2017-07-28 04:17 pm

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[personal profile] sniktt 2017-07-30 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Logan's trying to fuck with him, but he isn't trying to actually hurt him. He scoffs and keeps an eye on the flailing limbs, lets Robert grab at his arm for balance when he immediately throws himself off-kilter when he's gripped from behind.]

If you ain't prepared to tango with dangerous men, Robert-- [Logan pulls with the hand still squeezing carefully against Robert's jaw. He's tugged back as if he weighed as much as Betsy does, and their shoulders bump. Logan's wrapped close to the tree trunk, leaned around it to be almost flush to where Robert is.

Because, really, there's only so many ways it's possible to balance in a tree, no matter how sizable it is, so they're just going to have to be pretty damn close.

--then you might wanna rethink your next big heist. [Said right into Robert's ear. Logan's heart rate is up from the chase, and it's possible he's being just reckless enough with the excitement that he's close enough that Robert can feel the toothy grin.]
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[personal profile] sniktt 2017-07-30 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, yeah, yeah. Logan's got a very specific set of skills. And apparently, he's somehow gotten to the point where dangerously showcasing what he's capable of is worth...what's just happened. What was essentially a prolonged game in the woods, all just to keep upping the ante of goading each other on with his new friend drinking partner.

It's...sounding a little more ridiculous the more he examines it.

What isn't sounding ridiculous, though, is the thudding heartbeat so close by. The way Robert's scent blossoms into the air - pheromones, shit, man - and his body language opens by degrees.

Logan knows this dance, too, even if he's not always half as careful during it as he is during search-and-seize missions.

Robert squeezes his arm tighter, leans his head as far as it'll turn to talk to him. Logan can just barely see the difference between iris and cornea, can tell mostly-blind human eyes are searching for him in the dark.


Well, I'd say be careful what you wish for.

[Logan doesn't yank them both out of the tree yet, even though he knows his shoulders could handle Robert's weight. But he lets the blunt edges of his fingertips dig in slightly, lets the pressure on Robert's neck just barely increase. Not enough to cut off air, but enough that it's undeniably intentional. Logan doesn't budge except to pull Robert closer once more, by his throat.

Logan feels Robert's ear against his mouth. Fuck.

Or you just might get it.