Archive of Our Own

“Veronica?” Logan’s voice was raw and ragged, almost breaking.

Surprised, she gestured to where the string she’d found in her pocket tied to the spork from Logan’s lunch was slowly but surely dragging the key to the cell they’d gotten themselves locked into this time their way. “It’s okay. I’ve almost got it.”

He gulped, eyes darkening. “I know… But, hurry. I can’t keep from ravishing you much longer…”

Confused, she noticed his obvious erection, despise their dire situation. “What…?”

“It’s hot when you do that MacGuyver stuff.”

She nodded, felt her own body heat up in response, and hurried.