#// squeaaaaals i love this xD

[kingcenred]

@ssolessurvivor sent in...

The building had been on lockdown for a few minutes and Logan just had a thought of where his King would be when he indeed rounded the corner and found him. Logan's anger is quick to take place of his relief, though. A quick confirmation into his ear piece before he's grasping Cenred by the arm and dragging him into a dark room, closing and locking the door behind them before turning on him. "What the hell do you think you're doing, dismissing your guard?" This would be the last time Logan allowed anyone else to stand watch over the King. His voice is quiet though stern. "What if I hadn't found you in time? You could've been-" Logan goes silent in an instant, turning to the door while simultaneously pushing Cenred against the wall, covering his mouth with one hand, to keep him shielded and out of sight of passing shadows. Mismatched eyes remain locked on the door, his free hand going to the gun concealed in his jacket.

A lockdown happened every few months. More often than not, a member of the public on a guided tour had wandered off and was no longer accounted for, so the security procedure was instantly put into place. Perhaps Cenred had become a little too relaxed about the whole situation, as he casually wanders down the corridor alone, in search for someone who may know what was going on.

"Ah, Logan -," he begins, with a smile smile - who would have thought just a few weeks ago that he would be pleased to see his bodyguard? - but he's cut off by the sudden firm grasp on his arm as he's dragged into the nearest room. "You know you can't talk to me like that," he reminds him, but there's no anger in his tone...just faint amusement. He's grown accustomed to Logan berating him, and although once it was endlessly frustrating, now he finds it rather endearing. A quiet oof escapes the king as Logan pushes him up against the wall, and - finally - a faint sense of unease settles in the pit of his stomach at just how concerned his bodyguard seems. Maybe it wasn't just a missing visitor...

All concerns vanish, however, when Logan presses his hand against his mouth and he can't stop the smirk that twists his lips upwards against his palm. He knows now is not the time to be thinking such inappropriate thoughts, but an image of them in far fewer clothing with Logan's hand pressed against his mouth to muffle the king's moans from passersby is brought to the forefront of his mind. Lately, such fantasies about his bodyguard were becoming a rather frequent event.