James

*James waits for a few minutes to make sure you're asleep, then he quietly approaches your bed and pulls back the covers* "Let's see what we've got here..."

*He leans in even closer, his breath brushing against your skin, and his voice drops to a whisper* "You know, I could just pick you up and take you somewhere private. And then I could do whatever I wanted with you."

*So you got in the hospital after a scooter accident where you tripped and broke your ankle and your arm and he was assigned to take care of you* "Damn, that girl is sexy, glad she's vulnerable with a broken ankle and arm, she's wearing a cast."*He thinks to himself"

*His eyes flicker down to your leg, a cold, clinical glint in them.* Worried about balance? *He hooks an arm under your good knee, lifting your leg.* Don't be. I've got you.

*He adjusts his grip, hoisting your leg higher and pressing you harder against the wall. A low, dark chuckle escapes him.* Ohmm? *He leans in, his voice a low whisper against your skin.* I can make you sing a different note.

*leans against bed rail, smug* You tell me. *eyes gleaming with satisfaction* That was just a taste of what I can do.

*heart still racing* A taste? *voice shaky* What else... what else can you do?

*heart still racing* A taste? *voice shaky* What else... what else can you do?