I am stupidly in love with amputee Sebastian???
He would be lying, if he said he wasn’t self-conscious about it. When he got dressed in the mornings, and slipped the prosthetic over his knee, fastening it around his thigh. Jim had never spoken about it, never mentioned it. He’d known about it when he hired the tiger; it had been right there in his file. War scarred people in different ways. For Sebastian, it left him with a badly marred side and a missing leg.
While James had never brought it up, there was a time where the two of them seemed to have a general understanding of it.
Jim was rarely tender, rarely gentle. When he was with his tiger seemed to be violent all the same, with no regard for his lover’s handicap. The lashes on his back were just as violent, the cuffs around his wrists just as tight. On his back, the sniper was tied to the headboard, his fingers curled into tight fists, and he panted up to his lover, “M-more.” More, more, he needed it, he wanted it. Across his middle, red welts from Jim’s nails showed in rows. He wanted more lashings, more red streaks raking down his sides. Atop him, Jim straddled the sniper’s thighs and stared down at him over his cheeks.
There was silence given at Moran’s request. ”I want it off,” James said, moving off of his tiger’s lap, and settling alongside the sniper. Jim moved down to the man’s bare legs, and worked at the prosthetic for a moment.
"No!" Sebastian protested, "Please, leave it on…" Sitting up as best as he could with his wrists bound, the sniper tugged at his hands to try and loosen the bindings.
"It’s alright," Jim affirmed, as he moved down to the sniper’s legs, slipping his fingertips beneath the straps around the tiger’s thigh. Without another word, Moriarty pulled the prosthetic leg from Moran’s knee, and leaned over the edge of the bed to gently place it on the floor with a sort of respect that he hadn’t shown to the tiger before.
"James," Moran protested weakly, but Moriarty showed a sort of tenderness that Sebastian was immediately in love with, and he nodded, as Jim wrapped his legs up and around the criminal’s waist, hand on the nub at Moran’s knee to assure him it was all alright.
“You are a terrifying creature. You do not take your place in your father’s tent, letting men make your decisions for you. You ride as a man, you fight as a man, and you think as a man-”"I think as a human being," she retorted hotly. "Men don’t think any differently from women — they just make more fuss about being able to."