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Psalm 94:2 ~
You thrill me, Lord, with all you have done for me! I sing for joy because of what you have done.
Commission for janiscide.Assange seducing Manning for the win!
Julian emerged from the bathroom with a devious smile in place.
“How do I look?” he asked with open arms. He’d swapped his weather daggies for clean-pressed clothes. His young guest visibly stiffened, though the rising pink flush on his cheeks warred with his expression.
“Uh, fine?” Bradley said. He stared straight ahead, remaining just beyond the doorway. He was still inexperienced with Julian’s physical presence—Bradley was only accustomed to digital exchanges and anonymous tips. Everything had changed—they needed to physically compile data together in preparation for the mother of all security leaks.
“Just fine?” Julian interjected. He approached the sheepish soldier, the distant smell of cologne suddenly stronger. Bradley’s face and ears burnt as he averted his gaze and pointedly stepped backwards. “We’re late,” he coaxed.
Julian’s smirk drooped, and he felt the customary frustration that arose whenever he tried to get a rise out of the young soldier. He could tell that Bradley was interested— Julian noticed that blush— but the soldier was so anxious; he’d ignore all advances, or simply pretend he didn’t notice them. Julian was determined to get somewhere that night.
“This isn’t the army. You won’t be punished for tardiness. If it makes you feel better, let’s go.” Julian strode past the blonde and moved down the corridor. He heard Bradley’s accompanying steps as they descended and headed for the conference room. They had a scheduled Skype meeting with another militant activist, and channels were to be opened and infiltrated during this time period.
Julian stopped before the conference room’s oak door. He moved just far enough to crowd a startled Bradley Manning against the nearest wall.
“You never answered my question,” Julian prompted with a smirk. Bradley’s brows furrowed as one of Julian’s hand settled on his chest.
“Wait, what question?” Bradley stammered. He averted his gaze once more.
Julian inhaled deeply and pushed incrementally closer, until he could see the flecks of cobalt in Bradley’s blue eyes and the blush flickered over his nose, and wasn’t that just precious?
“Do I look ‘just fine?’” Julian coaxed. He placed one arm by the side of Bradley’s head. The soldier made noise of protest; he frowned and glanced down the hand which crowded his chest.
“Are you okay?” Bradley asked— and immediately regretted speaking. His voice broke mid-sentence; Julian instantly caught onto the flustered change of pitch. He looked up in a flash, and Bradley froze, caught like a deer in the headlights.
“Exceptionally,” Julian purred, smile sharp and knowing. He stepped back and opened the door. “I had a curiosity. It’s been settled.”