"I have something for you," she said, shifting a little closer. She watched the muscles in his body tense at her proximity, and let her breath tickle his ear.
She shouldn't tell him, of course, but she wanted to--she wanted to stir something up, and this was as good as anything.
"Down the hall," she started, scratching the line of his pulse with one nail, "there's a prisoner named Adam." She paused for effect, and to lean in closer, her lips brushing the lobe of his ear. "If you ever escape, I think you'd want to take a detour there."
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Date: 2009-07-08 01:56 am (UTC)She shouldn't tell him, of course, but she wanted to--she wanted to stir something up, and this was as good as anything.
"Down the hall," she started, scratching the line of his pulse with one nail, "there's a prisoner named Adam." She paused for effect, and to lean in closer, her lips brushing the lobe of his ear. "If you ever escape, I think you'd want to take a detour there."