Bill wasn't doing anything. It was this something else, this strange drive that flooded him with heat, stole his breath and filled his mind with image after lecherous image. It was this - feeling - that drove him to press closer to Kirk, mouthing along the line of his jaw as he whispered, "Sorry - I don't - " and slid his arms around Kirk's waist.
Bill wasn't doing anything. He would plead temporary insanity.
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Date: 2010-05-02 11:42 pm (UTC)Bill wasn't doing anything. He would plead temporary insanity.