Even if his body had not been starved of all habitual responses, Kirk's flesh would have shriveled away from this. Ironically, Pike's intent had reminded him he had a dick for the first time ages. He hadn't been in much of a position lately to make choices as regarded his clothing, but Chapel had seemed to find it amusing and his normal habits had been observed in a sort of parody.
Not that any layer of cloth would have offered protection. Jesus Christ, he couldn't think, couldn't figure a way out of this. He had nothing to give, and he knew it. Nothing but his life, which he'd offered in one bet, all-in.
"Whatever it is, I'll give it to you." The pain in his throat, his limbs, was forgotten.
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Date: 2010-01-21 01:33 am (UTC)Not that any layer of cloth would have offered protection. Jesus Christ, he couldn't think, couldn't figure a way out of this. He had nothing to give, and he knew it. Nothing but his life, which he'd offered in one bet, all-in.
"Whatever it is, I'll give it to you." The pain in his throat, his limbs, was forgotten.