Date: 2007-02-27 10:43 pm (UTC)
He's just doing his job; milking her for information, giving her what she wants in exchange. She knows it. He knows it.

"I wasn't lying earlier. We're dimension travellers, sent here to keep your reality from imploding. Our instructions are often vague. This time, all we were told was 'protect the killer.'"

The hand on his cheek slides down to his neck. Her thumb strokes the line of his jaw. She pulls away for a second, then sighs and rests her free hand on his chest.

What the hell. He's letting her do it. He could just walk away, too. Any second now, he will. Might as well take advantage of it while she can.
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