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seven minutes in heaven meme!

❤ post as your characters. ❤ ❤ other characters OR anon reply with another character's name! ❤ ❤ your character makes out with that character for at least 7 comments! ❤ ❤ underage characters can awkwardly hold hands. ❤

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[fronttowardenemy]

[ Nygma's skills aren't in his physical strength; that's obvious, but even so the man is nimble and particularly stubborn. Frank was at fault for underestimating him. Nygma was capable of more than he thought; he's actually made him short of breath.

His hand grips a fistful of short hair and pulls. ]

Shut up.

[enigmaestro]

Damn! [A quick curse, as much a distraction as a distress. His head followed Frank's command, his chin jutting up and exposing his own throat.

He knows the clock is ticking.]

Come now, that isn't playing nicely.

[Two hands find their way to Frank's muscular chest, resting there. One might presume to simply stabilize his own yanked posture.

One might presume.]

[fronttowardenemy]

That won't work.

[ It has an impact, though, since Frank sacrifices a steadier hold on Nygma to snatch his hands instead, pulling them away from his chest to pin them down.

He's closer now, having to lean his weight into Nygma to keep him down. ]

You can stop, or this can hurt.

[enigmaestro]

Wait!

[The command came out more a plea, the plea accompanied by a flinch. Eddie understood that Frank would overpower his movements -- the other man plainly had experience, instinct. Form.

This was a physical plane.

And Eddie? All Eddie had there was playing dirty.]

Wait, don't you wonder why--

[A feigned question.

Eddie snatched at Frank's lips, his teeth in a snarl.]

[fronttowardenemy]

[ It's such an obvious feint, so much that he hates falling for it anyway. He starts, his good eye widening, before his expression twists into a scowl.

Son of a bitch--

He bites down on Ngyma's mouth, his hand again burying into his hair and yanking -- hard. ]

[enigmaestro]

[That won a scream from the deputy mayor's mouth. Eddie jolted -- not from the pain itself, mind, but the sense of helplessness wrought. Frank had him positioned.

He squirmed against the other man, rubbing and bucking with his chest. Eddie spoke in clashed teeth and bloodied lips, the aggravation and agony only spurring him on more.]

[fronttowardenemy]

[ With how viciously Edward struggles, all of Frank's focus is on keeping the man down. He presses on him with all his weight, hips lined together and his hand moving to grab his throat.

The biting is instinctive, but lingering more than it ought to, drawing out the connection though it should have broken by now. ]

[enigmaestro]

[With Frank manipulating his hands, and now grabbing his throat, Eddie's panic climbed like the mercury of a thermometer. His options were thinning.

So Eddie uses his legs. Their hips had met and pushed, making equal measure, and he tried to wrap one behind Frank's own leg. He tried to part it. Tried to distract.]

Feisty thing, aren't you?

[fronttowardenemy]

[ There's blood on his mouth now, both his own and Nygma's, and he sneers down at him.

With their legs tangled, it's hard for him to move. An attempt to shift tripped him, trapping his body flush against the one beneath him. ]

Warned you it would hurt.

[enigmaestro]

Who am I, to deny a little pain? [Eddie flashed his reddened smile, blood smeared over his front teeth. He didn't clarify if he meant what he felt, or who he felt.]

Should I ask how many guns you're packing?

[A jerk upwards, their aligned hips forced into a friction-hot rub.]

[fronttowardenemy]

Hn-- [ The nature of the sound is hard to determine, whether it exertion or frustration... disgust? His scowl supports the latter option. He struggles, and that just adds to the friction grinding between them. ]

Enough. [ His hand moves back to Nygma's throat and squeezes. ]

[enigmaestro]

[Eddie gasped, the noise writhing from the deep of his throat. A hoarse growled followed, expending the precious reserve of his breath.]

You like it this way?

[Grinning, angry lips blew a kiss at the other man. His own limbs burned with a last scream of adrenaline, quivering in bolts of fury. His knee sought to squeeze around Frank's hip.]