[The poke to her bruise hurts, but she doesn't even flinch. She just gives him a Look at his words. ]
Ow. Yeah, I bet a concussion would be really sexy.
[She tenses when he gathers her up -- WHAT IS HE THINKING SHE CAN GET OUT ON HER OWN GEEZ -- but she resists the urge to yelp or flail, not wanting to make this situation any more precarious than it already is. She doesn't even breathe until they're safely out and he sets her on the vanity.
That little stunt earns him another Look and a poke to his stomach.]
I know you're a big, strong man. Showing off's not necessary.
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Ow. Yeah, I bet a concussion would be really sexy.
[She tenses when he gathers her up -- WHAT IS HE THINKING SHE CAN GET OUT ON HER OWN GEEZ -- but she resists the urge to yelp or flail, not wanting to make this situation any more precarious than it already is. She doesn't even breathe until they're safely out and he sets her on the vanity.
That little stunt earns him another Look and a poke to his stomach.]
I know you're a big, strong man. Showing off's not necessary.