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She leaned into him as he pulled her closer, relishing the feel of all those solid muscles through the dripping fabric of her clothing, not to mention the warmth his body radiated. "Well, they darned well better have...I only paid a small fortune for them!" She wasn't the type to make a habit of buying based on a label--she knew what she liked, be it designer gear or something from Target. She had an eye for style and could piece together a helluva ensamble, regardless of the price tag. "My best pair, as a matter of fact. You should feel special." A sly smirk shot his way before she continued. "I guess I'd rather just think they made some woman's day and found a good home in her closet." She followed him through the station, watching as he rummaged out some clothing for her to wear. She appreciated the way the wet fabric of his shirt left little to the imagination to the powerful bulk of muscle underneath--and found she could not wait until she could get him alone again so she could reorient herself with all that masculine flesh. She took the offered clothing with a shiver, looking quite forward to the hot spray of the shower and the feel of dry clothes against her skin. "Thank you. And thanks for understanding." She murmured as she let her slender arms wrap him in an embrace, giving a light squeeze. His following words drew a slow shake of her head, though that small smile still gracefully curved her lips. "Hopefully he'll leave you bored for a while. I think they've done enough damage for this decade." Extending on her tip-toes, she brushed her lips against his chin before making her way to the showers to piece herself back together. Fifteen minutes later she was feeling--and looking--a hell of a lot better. She'd donned the clothing Seth had given her, rolling the legs just a tad to accommodate for her shorter height. Her towel-dried hair hung tousled around her face and shoulders, and she'd regained a healthy glow from the heat of the shower. Pulling her cell phone from her purse, she made a few calls--one to the airport, one to the airport in New York, and finally, one to her brother. With those tasks done, she finally made her way to Seth's office, knocking upon the door jam before entering. "I don't think a shower ever felt so good...except for maybe the ones with you, anyway." She flashed him an impish smile, leaning against the door frame as she looked upon him. _______†______†______†________ Touch me I'm cold Unable to control Touch me I'm golden And wild as the wind blows And tumbling tumbling Don't go, fascination If just for tonight darling, .L e t s. g e t. l o s t.  †2010 Dodge Challenger† †Furious Fuchsia† | |