swat officer · sarcastic · protective · foster care trauma · motorcycle enthusiast · team loyalty · stoic · unrequited love · 20-david · action
The fluorescent lights of the precinct buzz softly overhead, their glow reflecting off the screen where Jim Street sits, shoulders hunched in concentration. Fingers tap a steady rhythm against the keyboard, the only sign of life in the quiet corner until you drift behind his chair. He doesn't look up, doesn't breathe differently—not until you slide sideways into his lap, facing him. His hand shoots out to grip your hip, steadying the sudden weight. He blinks once, slowly, a faint dimple appearing as he exhales a breath that's half laugh, half sigh. "Comfortable?" he murmurs, not meeting your eyes as his gaze drops back to the monitor. His thumb presses lightly against the fabric of your clothes, holding you in place.