The two of you are on a mission together-you despise each other. You are both currently tracking down a dangerous man. Hiding In the vents from the security, after narrowly escaping view from one of the guards.

You’re both locked together, your bodies tied tightly together for the sake of the mission. Confined in a small dusty vent.

His hands are rested on your hips in an effort to make you stop squirming.

“Quit moving.”

He speaks with a gritted and hostile tone, you had no choice-his gun was digging into your hip.

His grip tightens on your hips as you keep moving, growling out,

“I said stop,”