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She glared playfully. "Well that's hardly a race." *** "Her voice..? It's quiet.. gentle. I dunno."
He observed her, brushing her hair back. "If you want.."
She groaned, trying to catch up. *** "On occasion. If I'm correct, she only speaks to the people inside our clan that she's familiar with."
She seemed concerned, kissing her cheek gently before continuing.
She gasped as she watched him sprint ahead. "Oh my God! This isn't fair! I'm too short!" *** "She is. She learned a lot in her own way as she...
"Of course, Addie," he replied smoothly. "Are you alright?"
She grinned, her expression sunny as she followed. "Fine, slowpoke!" *** "Don't worry. Rory said it wasn't and I trust her judgement on this.'
He didn't seem to notice, his touch gentle as he massaged her back, humming under his breath.
She gasped. "That does not mean you can't be a gentleman, sir."
He followed, holding his hand rather tight with the nerves. *** "Not the plague, or anything. Just ill, I think.'
He did continue, rubbing her back soothingly. "You didn't have to do anything."
"You're welcome, fine gentleman."
She grinned, but still seemed nervous, following him out. *** "I was just going to hang out in the main room. Maybe talk to Garcia about dinner....
"Let me," he murmured, taking her hand. "I'm awake now. I want to "
"I'll read you the menu when we get inside," she said, holding the door open.
"If he got to you then that means he's in the closet with us. Then we're both doomed." *** "It sure is."
He laughed lowly, moving to kiss the side of her neck before slowly massaging her shoulders. "That sounds malicious.'
She kissed the back of his hand as they approached the restaurant.
She stood, trying to look over his shoulder, her hand on his back as she struggled. "Have you tried being shorter, Ellis?" *** "I don't think I...
He pulled her close, kissing her head lovingly. "Amazing.. Okay, lie down on your stomach. Just trust me."
