Re: The Apartment: Eddie/Muerte
[Being able to slip her arms between the heavier material of his jacket and the thinner fabric of his shirt earned a content sigh. Her arms were bare and suddenly warm where they wrapped around him, palms laying flat against his spine. Some of the tension slid from her shoulders and she did her best to push away the thought that skin would be even better to touch. (She'd noticed those sorts of thoughts creeping in more and more, and they still pinked her cheeks when they did.)
She was glad that he didn't make her guess, even though the truth of it was right at the tip of her tongue. Suddenly churches and mice made sense as his words nudged the memory back into place, tightening her arms around him even more.] I can't help you this time. [A tighter cling, like she could keep him there, keep him safe. But after a moment she was able to take a breath, find words that felt better than "no".] You'll... have to be more careful.