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<blockquote data-quote="loxmyth" data-source="post: 923867" data-attributes="member: 1255">This close to the Seargent, Jac felt her head swim, just a little.&nbsp; Course, she'd never admit it in present company.&nbsp; She knew she should have stepped back.&nbsp; She had no idea how good Anders' was at this demolitions thing, and it would certainly mean her life.&nbsp; But for some reason, she didn't feel quite that bad literally placing her life in this man's hands.&nbsp; Somehow, being beside seemed the safest place in the whole world right now.As he disconnected the last wire and stood back to admire his handiwork, she let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.&nbsp; &quot;Good job,&quot; she congratulated him with a smile and a quick squeeze of his hand.&nbsp; It was so warm, his hand.&nbsp; Almost too much heat for a real person.&nbsp; Or maybe, he was more than real?&nbsp; Because suddenly he felt like what life must feel like.&nbsp; She caught his eyes for a minute, trying to figure out what was going on in that head of his.&nbsp; What's he thinking?But they were fighting for their lives here.&nbsp; She couldn't take the time to pour her heart out right here to him, even if she'd been so inclined, or if she thought it would do much good.&nbsp; He'd said that she looked like crap, after all, so she couldn't be too alluring at this point in time, soaked in sweat and the body fluids of the undead.No, now wasn't the time.&nbsp; So she wrapped herself back in her cold attitude of detachment, shielded herself behind her mask of dispassion.&nbsp; She disengaged his hand, and set to retrieving the detcord.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="loxmyth, post: 923867, member: 1255"] This close to the Seargent, Jac felt her head swim, just a little. Course, she'd never admit it in present company. She knew she should have stepped back. She had no idea how good Anders' was at this demolitions thing, and it would certainly mean her life. But for some reason, she didn't feel quite that bad literally placing her life in this man's hands. Somehow, being beside seemed the safest place in the whole world right now. As he disconnected the last wire and stood back to admire his handiwork, she let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "Good job," she congratulated him with a smile and a quick squeeze of his hand. It was so warm, his hand. Almost too much heat for a real person. Or maybe, he was more than real? Because suddenly he felt like what life must feel like. She caught his eyes for a minute, trying to figure out what was going on in that head of his. [i]What's he thinking?[/i] But they were fighting for their lives here. She couldn't take the time to pour her heart out right here to him, even if she'd been so inclined, or if she thought it would do much good. He'd said that she looked like crap, after all, so she couldn't be too alluring at this point in time, soaked in sweat and the body fluids of the undead. No, now wasn't the time. So she wrapped herself back in her cold attitude of detachment, shielded herself behind her mask of dispassion. She disengaged his hand, and set to retrieving the detcord. [/QUOTE]

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