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Re: Rink: Max & Dylan
[She rolled her eyes at his tone, his response, maybe both. No. Definitely both.] Then why are you with me? [She was back to wasting those question marks. Damn him.

But then he offered enlightenment about their usual night, and it was worth the question mark for that information. It was like the intel cache about her future love life. Sex life. Not-often-sex-life.] You can't stop mid-prison. [But her tone wasn't as harsh as it normally was, because even she could tell that whatever he'd been about to say was not good. Opposite of good. Across the city from good.] But this wasn't the Army. What? Feds? Are we Feds? [That was potentially worse than the Army. The General would be so proud. What was she thinking? What happened to her defiance? Worse. Than. The. Flower. Shop.]

How do I feel about you? [She wasn't sure future her was sure about anything. She didn't have much faith in future her at the moment.

She didn't have faith in his ability to catch her either, but he did, and that left her speechless. Not deliberately speechless; that was normal. Really speechless, and she was looking down at him after that step back. Her features were literally shocked. Huh.] You didn't look strong.

[He didn't.

But he asked if she was ready, and she nodded out of habit, because she'd momentarily forgotten what she was supposed to be ready for. Because hello, hands, and that was an impressive grip. Huh? What? Oh. Right. She remembered as soon as he hefted her above his head, and she laughed for a few seconds, teetering, before she did the spread arm things for one second.

Just. One. Second.

Then she thwapped at his head.] Put me down. Now. I will vomit. [But she was blush red. Not pukey. He'd never notice.]

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