"Hey, whoa. Let me handle that. Too many things that can hurt us are in this thing," he says softly, hands grasping her wrists gently. Gun and tac-vest get gingerly tossed in a corner of the room, like we promised.
Then he's leaning up against the door and smiling down at her. "Right. Now, where were we?"
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Date: 2007-11-08 05:49 pm (UTC)Then he's leaning up against the door and smiling down at her. "Right. Now, where were we?"