Subject: "If this is torture, chain me to the wall."
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Posted on: 2011-07-21 22:35:00 UTC

Good grief. From her kneeling crouch over his hips, Jenni shook her head, glad that he couldn't see the part amused, part disgusted expression on her face. Typical fighting man. She did appreciate the sentiment behind the tasteless offer, but . . . "No, my friend, I couldn't hold you to anything promised under duress. Actually, take a breather. And stop strangling my pillow."

She switched from directed pressure to broad, shallow sweeps up and down with her palms, giving him a chance to unclench and get his breath back. Once she got into the sort of work she'd been doing, she didn't mess around. Her hands told her what was necessary, and she did it, whatever the spasms and vocalizations. (As the latter went, "Perfect" was pretty damn good to hear.)

Meanwhile, she glanced at the time and grimaced. "Shards. We do have to wrap this up. I'm not late, but I have things to do before work, the chief among which is making sure Henry knows I didn't forget him. The Nursery's good, but they don't quite have the creche mentality down—too busy. Maybe Ilraen . . . never mind. Before that, I aim to have a quick wash and some breakfast. You can stay here as long as you want, or tag along. What do you say? And, anything in particular I should hit quick before I let you up?" Well, that might be overstating his ability to move just a bit, but the effect was temporary.

(( He works with what he's got. g And no, I'd never seen that before. Today's post title comes from Oliver & Company, though. ))

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