"Good luck, hot shot," she drawled, struggling to temper her smile in her usual taunting smirk. Even though he couldn't see it. Even though her eyes were still bright. "I'm fast," she warned melodramatically, and punctuated her point by slapping one of butt cheeks and flouncing away quickly to get drinks from the fridge.
It wasn't okay. It just wasn't okay that he was bringing her out behind her cynical, bitchy mask. Bringing out some part of her she never knew was still alive.
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Date: 2010-05-12 05:42 am (UTC)It wasn't okay. It just wasn't okay that he was bringing her out behind her cynical, bitchy mask. Bringing out some part of her she never knew was still alive.