Roberta Bryce Wayne (
tofightinjustice) wrote2012-01-22 12:24 pm
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For Sherlock of some flavor or another
There's a heavy bag hung up on one of the trees at the edge of the Milliways forest. It's a little off the beaten path, which is nice, and Bryce finds that working in the cool not-Scottish air is a lot less dehydrating than working in the California sun.
For her size (she's middling tall but not very bulky), she's giving the bag a fairly thorough beating.
For her size (she's middling tall but not very bulky), she's giving the bag a fairly thorough beating.
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She blushes harder!
She doesn't need to say it now, right?
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This.
What.
UM.
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Um.
"That's okay?"
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??? NOW WHAT ???
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Bryce pulls a knee up to her chest and runs a hand through her hair; it sticks up in haphazard, sweat-soaked spikes.
"I didn't. Mean to. I mean it's okay, I just. Didn't -- know?"
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Well.
She definitely meant to do that.
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"No," she says, looking up. "I wouldn't mind."
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"I've only ever lost before to Jim, and that was half on purpose; he was training me for the Games. I had... other reasons to be fond of him, but looking back, that was a major factor in why I find him so attractive."
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"What?"
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(She thinks about bucking her hips under Sherlock to throw her to one side.)
"You kill people. That's what you use violence for."
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