He'd had some smart response, but it'd been lost in the hitch of his breath the instant that Blonsky's teeth had come into play; then his back had met the steering column and unceremoniously brought a halt to everything.
Instead Chris finds himself abruptly sprawled across his own seat, back against the passenger's side door where the sun-warmed window does nothing to alleviate the heat of his skin, brought into sharp focus by the sudden lack of contact. The sound of the helicopter overhead is thankfully enough that it doesn't take long for him to catch up again, hurriedly pulling his legs back over to his own side of the vehicle (discretely--and uncomfortably--pressing the heel of his palm into his lap as he does, settling shortly for folding his arms across his knees and leaving his feet up on the edge of the seat with him).
He watches the window as the car is brought out of park and they begin for the highway and out of the city at long last, uncharacteristically quiet as he wills himself calm. None of that had gone anything like what he might have expected when he'd first decided to tag along, but more importantly: he hasn't the foggiest idea of why. He steals an evaluative glance, as though Blonsky is an equation he can solve if he only considers the variables long enough...
But trying only reels his mind back into the sensation of rough hands against his skin, teeth grazing down the length of his throat, and Chris quickly directs his attention back to the scenery outside his window.
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Instead Chris finds himself abruptly sprawled across his own seat, back against the passenger's side door where the sun-warmed window does nothing to alleviate the heat of his skin, brought into sharp focus by the sudden lack of contact. The sound of the helicopter overhead is thankfully enough that it doesn't take long for him to catch up again, hurriedly pulling his legs back over to his own side of the vehicle (discretely--and uncomfortably--pressing the heel of his palm into his lap as he does, settling shortly for folding his arms across his knees and leaving his feet up on the edge of the seat with him).
He watches the window as the car is brought out of park and they begin for the highway and out of the city at long last, uncharacteristically quiet as he wills himself calm. None of that had gone anything like what he might have expected when he'd first decided to tag along, but more importantly: he hasn't the foggiest idea of why. He steals an evaluative glance, as though Blonsky is an equation he can solve if he only considers the variables long enough...
But trying only reels his mind back into the sensation of rough hands against his skin, teeth grazing down the length of his throat, and Chris quickly directs his attention back to the scenery outside his window.