Her eyes close and she takes a deep breath, trying to collect herself. She's Nightwatch, not some giddy schoolgirl, for heaven's sake. She wipes a thumb over her lips, and yes, the grin is still there.
"Point taken," she says.
"Food first."
There's a certain air of promise in her voice that sets the air between them to shimmering.
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Date: 2010-10-12 05:38 am (UTC)"Point taken," she says.
"Food first."
There's a certain air of promise in her voice that sets the air between them to shimmering.