[Jim can feel that sensation, nearly dizzying and distracting him from bracing himself when his world axis tilts. He can feel the irritability behind the kiss, still not wavering in his own decisions, not even a ripple of doubt. A brief low growl in the back of his throat but whether it was more frustration or want wasn't clear even to himself.
No matter how much Miles protested, verbally, mentally or emotionally, and for whatever reasons, Jim knows he tactically did the right thing. That yawning chasm he got a brief feeling of in Miles' mindscape--more through indirect means than directly sensing it--well, he couldn't have predicted that, no matter what kind of field training he had. He accepted that, respecting Miles' right to be furious at him, letting a couple of thoughts leak across, showing that he had considered how he'd personally react to the situation both while he was making the decisions and while he thought about different ways it could have panned out on his way over here. There was no doubt in his mind that he was prepared for a really negative reaction. His own mindscape was chaos, that warmth turning into flame now reaching aggressively across the their link.
When he gets his bearings, he briefly lets go of Miles' wrists instead bringing his hands up and under the back of his shirt, Jim's blunt fingernails curling into Miles' lower back, pulling him down, needing that physical friction to come somewhere close to matching the mental. He matches Miles' bruisingly hard kisses, unrestrained hunger pulling across his mind.]
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No matter how much Miles protested, verbally, mentally or emotionally, and for whatever reasons, Jim knows he tactically did the right thing. That yawning chasm he got a brief feeling of in Miles' mindscape--more through indirect means than directly sensing it--well, he couldn't have predicted that, no matter what kind of field training he had. He accepted that, respecting Miles' right to be furious at him, letting a couple of thoughts leak across, showing that he had considered how he'd personally react to the situation both while he was making the decisions and while he thought about different ways it could have panned out on his way over here. There was no doubt in his mind that he was prepared for a really negative reaction. His own mindscape was chaos, that warmth turning into flame now reaching aggressively across the their link.
When he gets his bearings, he briefly lets go of Miles' wrists instead bringing his hands up and under the back of his shirt, Jim's blunt fingernails curling into Miles' lower back, pulling him down, needing that physical friction to come somewhere close to matching the mental. He matches Miles' bruisingly hard kisses, unrestrained hunger pulling across his mind.]