Jemma laughed lightly and shook her head. "You're not as evil as you try to be, Cale. Sorry."
"Oh don't make it sound like I'm the only one who's been doing the asking," she played back with him. "You want me bad, Warrington." Her lips were curved up in playful smile.
Oh dear merlin the pain. She yelled when he tugged her, surprising Thief who clawed her and lept, only causing her more pain. "Fuck!" Of course, Walter was surprised by the commotion and on his feet at once. "Warn me next time arse," she glared at him. "I need whiskey," she grumbled. But when he started massaging her legs again she calmed down a bit and listened to him.
"Well I'm glad someone's forcing you to relax. We should do something to celebrate."