She snarled against his throat, one hand still keeping the tea at bay from the struggle, the other holding him, and though she felt the waves he threw at her, she let them break over her. They'd done their worst already, hitting all the places she didn't think she could survive. While part of her knew he was as much a victim as her, she didn't have time for pity, and she sent back a rolling mental command to be still.
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Date: 2010-11-12 02:32 am (UTC)