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Sir Jacob Frye (derailedatrain) wrote in spinningcompass,

"Let's just say most of me is important for functioning. My more delicate bits might be fine if you decide to elbow me in the throat but that doesn't mean they will be interested in functioning." He was more speaking to distract her as he moved into a stance, giving her more of his left side. He'd had worse injuries and had happily performed, though that probably spoke more to Jacob's lifestyle and how his own pain had never really been a deterrent. Maybe one day he would properly investigate it and the other little 'quirks' he had, but that day wasn't today. "And don't worry, love. I'm not going to hurt you."

That was all the warning she got as soon enough she was flat on her back. He had lowered his stance just a little, not only making it harder for him to be knocked over but it put him in just the right position to get his left hand behind her knee and lift her leg. With one leg up in the air, his right hand joined in, grabbing her other leg more around the thigh, lifting her from her into the air briefly before they were falling. Of course, Jacob was serious about not wanting to hurt her so a hand shot out to absorb the majority of her impact with the floor, bringing her down as carefully as he could. He managed to keep his weight off her but he was certainly laying over her and was unlikely to be moved unless he chose to move or she pulled off something clever.

"I never get tired of seeing you on your back." He teased, smiling down at her. His nose lightly brushed against hers, again, nearly kissing her but pulling back at the last moment.