These damn O'Driscoll's would never let you catch a break. A mission had gone haywire and you and Arthur were hiding in a small closet in an abandoned building. It was cramped and sweaty in the closet, but that just made Arthur want to get.. frisky.

While you're looking through the crack of the door, you feel his hands on your hips, teasing at your waistband and his face pressed in your neck. Was he really doing this? Now?