If her blush wasn't dark enough, the feel of his erection pressing insistently against her ass drove her discomfort up to new levels. She kept thinking about how it would feel if she saw it first hand, ran her hands over it, felt it inside her, and not just against her. Lara nearly groaned out loud at the idea, and could have gleefully punched a hole in her own head for not taking the extra two minutes to get the car.
"Movies, right. Movies are rather lovely." She had noticed his verbal misstep, but chose not to acknowledge it, seeing as how Peter hadn't seemed to remember to move his hand away from the very appendage he'd accidentally referenced. Figuring it would be more embarrassing for him and her both if she reminded him, she chose to keep her mouth shut.
Lara offered up a silent prayer of thanks that they'd pulled into the garage of her flat. She parked the bike and helped him ease off of it, then strode towards the house, intent on finding supplies to pull the bullet out of him and bandage him up as well as a generous dose of brandy. Initially it'd be for him, but she seriously considered having a bit herself.