Nika's breath was shallow and light, tripping quickly from parted lips.
"Anything you say, Captain," he drawled, looking down.
Vodka had filed his edges smooth, and he was amused. He found himself studying Oleksei's systematic ruination of his uniform line with a careless, almost innocent curiosity of a boy.
"You've done this before," he told Oleksei, with a faintly tipsy smile. His cap had fallen over one eye, but he didn't bother righting it.
He was vaguely impressed that Oleksei's hand could span both of his wrists and remarked upon it.
"Your hand can hold both of my wrists. That's impressive."
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"Anything you say, Captain," he drawled, looking down.
Vodka had filed his edges smooth, and he was amused. He found himself studying Oleksei's systematic ruination of his uniform line with a careless, almost innocent curiosity of a boy.
"You've done this before," he told Oleksei, with a faintly tipsy smile. His cap had fallen over one eye, but he didn't bother righting it.
He was vaguely impressed that Oleksei's hand could span both of his wrists and remarked upon it.
"Your hand can hold both of my wrists. That's impressive."