'Shhhh...' the finger pressed a little. 'I said nice and still, and quiet. Don't make me angrier than I already am. I don't like finding Federation scum roaming unsupervised around my section. Got it?' The pressure of the finger increased, and Liz could do nothing but allow her lips to peel apart and for it to push into her mouth. The pirate smirked, pulled the finger out, cupped her chin, and pushed her head back against the wall. 'Now, I have to search you,' he went on, his face mere centimetres from hers. 'For all I know you could have a nasty weapon concealed somewhere.'
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