1. Sebastian Moran aligned the cross-hairs with the base of the American senator’s skull, waiting for the right moment. Shifting slightly, readjusting with a tilting movement of his head, he readied himself for that moment of stillness when a caress of the trigger would send a bullet at over 900 metres per second to snuff out his target like flicking a switch. A very messy switch. Soon. Stilling himself accordingly, he felt hands slowly run around his body to undo his topmost suit jacket button.

Yay!  Sebfic!  XD  Good lord I love you woman; getting into the Sebby frame of mind already?  ^_^  *hugs this ficlet carefully because it might just try to kill me*  Thank you!  o/

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