I love Timmy’s aggression. The way he grabs Armie’s chin while staring at his lips and then just goes for the kiss and gets on top. I wish we had more of this scene.
I love this fic so much and can’t wait to get new chapters. ❤️❤️❤️
Y’all have been so patient and I’m finally making som progress, so have a bit of a spoiler ❤️❤️❤️
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The resolve Timmy had felt the night before had wavered a bit as soon as they stepped into the Midtown North Precinct, just four blocks south of their hotel. Beyond the front door, it was loud and bustling. Officers were coming and going, and a line of people were sitting on a bench and leaning up against the wall to the left.
“It’s busier than I thought,” Timmy said softly. “For New Year’s Day.”
“Probably a lot of hungover souls in the drunk tank waiting to be bailed out,” Armie said.
The observation seemed likely, since at that moment an older woman shoved a rumpled-looking younger man out of a door on the right. The man stumbled, and the woman grabbed his arm, steering him towards the front door. As they passed by, Timmy heard her muttering a string of curses at the man.