Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters, London, however, is my creation.
Summary: Waking up next to the man she had only met the night before, London Price's life takes an unexpected turn.
Chapter 1:
His fingers curled tighter in the loose material of the t-shirt covering her body as he clung to her possessively, the material bunching around his hand, revealing the tiniest hint of her belly button. Her eyes were open but she refused to move, at least, not yet. Disturbing the man next to her wasn't something she was looking forward to. All London Price wanted to do now was wait for her opportunity and seize it, leaving the hotel room without waking him up.
She could feel his arm relaxing, her body doing the opposite now that he was finally doing something, hopefully he'd remain asleep, whatever it was.
Her body stiffened in his grasp and when his arm retracted, dragging over her hip and falling to the bed between their bodies, London gingerly rolled her hips closer to the edge of the bed. His breathing evened out, a small snore echoing in the quiet room and London quickly sat up.
The sun was trying to break through the dark curtains covering the windows in the hotel room. London could tell that it was still really early, thank goodness, she had somewhere to be that morning and having to deal with the morning after a one night stand wasn't something she wanted to get involved with, especially with a man as large as the one she had woken up next to.
He was a big man, in every sense of the word 'big'; big hands, broad chest, solidly built, everywhere too. Call it woman's intuition, or just biology, London knew before his pants came off that he'd be decently sized below the belt.
Shifting her feet on the worn carpeted floor, London pressed her palms against the edge of the bed and slowly, cautiously, lifted her body up and away from the bed. She remained on her tiptoes and took a surveying glance around the room, searching for her clothes.
Her feet made little tiny pitter patters as she pranced around the room on her toes, gathering up her clothes, her jeans first, then her bra and t-shirt. She could see her boots just inside the door but for the life of her, she could not find her underwear. Letting out the smallest sigh she could muster, London pulled her jeans on, sans underwear, and buttoned the fly, pulling the zipper up super slowly so as not to make any noise.
She caught her reflection in the mirror at the end of the bed and cocked her head. Her shoulder length brown hair wasn't all that messed up considering it was the morning after the best sex of her life, and the shirt, his shirt, she had swiped off the floor hung loosely on her frame. She smiled to herself and grabbed the hem with her free hand, her bra and t-shirt in the other, as she curled the hem of the shirt with her hand and tucked it into the front pocket of her jeans, where she then found her keys.
With one final look at the sleeping man in the bed, London slipped her boots on and stepped out into the hallway, her clothes still in her hands. She let out a sigh of relief as the hotel room door clicked shut and there was no noise from inside. Clean and quick, exactly how she liked to make her getaway.
With a spring now in her step, London wandered down the hall, balling her clothes under her arm. She held her car keys in her slender fingers and ran a hand through her hair. She was on her way home now before heading off to work for part of the day.
Her black '67 Ford Mustang was parked exactly where she had left it the night before, halfway down the front of the hotel, right in between the large black pick-up truck and the little blue convertible. As she approached the car, she prepared the key and shoved it into the lock on the driver's side door, turning the key and unlocking her door.
She pulled the door open and tossed her clothes into the passenger seat before climbing in, settling into the dark leather seat. The familiar feeling of her car would be something she'd never get over. A lot of her life revolved around the cars she drove, her favourite being the Mustang she was currently seated in.
The car started with a purr and, glancing into her rearview mirror, London threw the car into gear and gently set her foot on the gas petal. With one more look up at the hotel, London pulled out of the driveway, accepting that she'd never see Luke Hobbs again.
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Word through the grapevine was that Dom Toretto and his crew were back in L.A. It wasn't that London Price was an enemy of Dom's but it was much, much easier for her to win races when he wasn't around. He was easily one of the best street racers she had ever laid eyes on and with him out of the picture, it was London Price's name on everyone's lips.
She had traveled to L.A. from Barstow a few years earlier. Her childhood best friend Roman Pearce had informed her that there was a chance for her to get her name out there, make some friends and more importantly, make some money. After having Brian O'Connor, another one of her childhood best friends, confirm the rumours, London had packed her bags into the trunk of her '67 Mustang and hit the streets, leaving Barstow without looking back.
When she had first appeared in the L.A. street racing circuit, she knew what she had to do. She had to make an impression on the one and only Dominic Toretto.
It didn't take much to catch his attention. Her car did most of the talking and when he finally wandered over to admire her ride, she had matched his every question about the Mustang's engine with the perfect answer. London took pride in taking care of her own cars.
It was a few weeks later that she had won her first race, unfortunately it wasn't against Dom or anyone in his crew, it was against some other new racer to L.A., a man, who she easily beat out. He had been confident that he could take her, because in his words 'girls don't do cars'. She had proved him wrong, crossing the finish line at least three seconds before he did.
It wouldn't be for a few more weeks that she'd get to race Dom and his crew. But when it happened, she had held her own in the race, losing only because her car crapped out. That was when Dom had offered her some free advice and London knew that he didn't just hand advice out to anyone.
When he had left L.A. months later, she would gain the fame as the number one street racer in the circuit. Until last night, she was still the number one racer.
London tucked her hands into her pockets and wandered through the crowd. She had tuned out the loud music and the bright lights and just focused on what she had to do. She was slated to race some cocky ass who was fairly new to L.A., someone who drove a suped up Nissan that was the colour of rotten limes. London scanned the crowd, trying to pinpoint faces she had never seen before, maybe trying to find her opponent so she could get into his head and psyche him out.
She pulled her car keys out of her pockets and wandered back towards her car, her race slated to go in just a few minutes. She stepped onto the pavement and started closing the distance between her and her car, taking note of the hulking figure admiring her Mustang.
Fighting back a smile, London continued closing the distance between her and the car. Her heart always swelled a little with pride when she caught someone admiring her sexy little car, her handiwork getting it to the way it was today.
"Nice car isn't it?" She called out to him, just a few feet away now.
"It's not something you see everyday." He remarked back and stood up straight.
She stepped up in front of him and glanced upwards. This man had to be close to a foot taller than her and London was no short stack. She smirked at him, running her finger up the side of the car's hood, her hand coming to rest on the mirror.
"There's something about a Mustang that just makes me shiver." She nodded, twisting her body towards her car.
"It's a good car." He agreed.
"It's my car." She laughed, turning around and pressing her butt against the door of the car. She crossed her arms over her chest and looked him up and down, studying him closely.
"I gathered."
"So, you new in town?" She asked, fiddling with the keys in her hand.
"Visiting an old friend." He nodded back at her.
"So you're not here to race?"
"No. I'm just here to," he paused and looked around, "take in the scene."
She nodded her understanding and uncrossed her arms. So he wasn't the new guy, he didn't need to be intimidated, not that she figured she could, not with a man his size. He could probably break her in half with one hand tied behind his back. Steadying, she extended her right hand towards him, holding on to her cars keys tight in her left hand.
"Name's London Price."
He took her hand and shook it firmly, "Hobbs."
"Like Cher?" She questioned, letting go of his hand. He raised an eyebrow at her. "You know, like you've only got the one name?"
"Luke Hobbs." He nodded now, his eyes wandered away from her and out towards the crowd. She followed his gaze and scoffed at the group of scantily clad women crowding around a man she had never seen before.
She narrowed her eyes at him. Sure he was good on the eyes and he probably had some sort of skills but if this was her opponent, she wasn't worried in the slightest. Only when the man who introduced himself as Luke Hobbs cleared his throat did London tear her eyes away from him.
"You know him?"
"Nope but he's going to know who I am in about five minutes." She replied lowly. No one showed up and threatened her territory, especially someone as callous as a man in a rotten little Nissan.
"This I'd like to watch."
"Stick around Hobbs, maybe you'll even see something you like."
"I already see something that I like."
She wasn't entirely sure why she ended up back in his hotel room and she wasn't entirely sure she knew what she was getting herself into but she had gone and she had left him earlier that morning. She had no idea why he was in L.A., or how long he was planning on sticking around but she knew that it was unfortunate he wasn't sticking around permanently. If he had been staying in L.A., London definitely would not have deked out on him.
It didn't matter though. She wasn't planning on running into him again, she'd make sure to keep her eyes open for him at the next few races, but she was fairly confident he'd be gone in a matter of hours, or at the very most, a few days.
Her car drove along at a decent speed now as she headed in the direction of Dom Toretto's place. She had friends there who she hadn't seen in a few years and as much as she'd deny it, she absolutely missed Roman Pearce.
She slowed her car down and pulled onto the street, parking her car behind a 1970 Chevy Chevelle. London took a deep breath and turned the car off, opening the door and tucking her hands into the pockets of her short leather jacket. She let the keys fall into the pocket but kept her hands there as she wandered up the driveway, her eyes landing on none other than Roman Pearce.
His grin was so big that she could see every single one of his teeth. He hopped off the steps to the house and took off in a jog, taking her in his arms and lifting her off her feet in a giant bear hug.
"Where have you been?" She asked quietly in his ear, waiting for him to set her back down. When he did, she ran her hands over his biceps, making sure he was really right in front of her.
"Just got back from a little trip to England." He replied, slipping his arm around her shoulders and leading her towards the small group of people she was rather familiar with.
"England, wow. Livin' it up across the ocean."
"Yeah Price but I'm back in the good ole United States for good."
"L.A.?" She questioned, stepped in front of him and mounting the stairs. She reached out and shook Brian O'Connor's hand, a huge smile on her face.
"Maybe, maybe heading back to Miami, either way, I'll let you know London."
She nodded her head but made her rounds, shaking hands with a lot of the crew and hugging a few too. She pulled Han, a man she had known for a short period of time before, into a sympathic hug and whispered in his ear. She apologized for the loss of his Gisele and hung on to him just a little longer than the others. He nodded his appreciation but remained silent, falling back into a chair on the porch.
"So Miami maybe?" She asked, turned her attention back to Roman.
"Haven't decided yet. Gotta go where the honeys are."
"Pearce you haven't changed a bit." She laughed.
Roman let out a deep laugh and pulled her in for another hug. It had been years without her, years of living anywhere he could that the authorities wouldn't find him. He was tired of running and hiding, tired of being a wanted man. Now he was finally back home, back with the people he cared for most and the people he had left behind.
London relaxed under his arm, leaning her head against his chest as he joked and conversed with the family he was now a part of. She shut her eyes and just listened to the happy tone of his voice, the excitement taking over.
She just took in his voice, the feel of his arm around her, the pleasant warmth radiating through her body now that she knew almost everyone was safe and back in the United States. She opened her eyes and looked up at Roman, his eyes everywhere but on her. He could barely stay still, barely stay on one topic. His head darted from left to right but she just stayed still under his arm, not bothering to move much at all. When his lips pulled into a large grin, she watched curiously as he called out to someone behind her.
"Better hide your baby oil!" His tone was joking of course, but she was confused. A joke, with someone she didn't know.
London slowly turned her head away from Roman, wanting to know who Roman was ribbing now about baby oil when the voice, the all too familiar voice shot back at Roman.
"You better hide your big ass forehead."
If Roman felt her body go rigid, he didn't let on, his arm stayed draped around her shoulders. She pressed her cheek against his chest, hoping that he wouldn't notice her standing there but when Roman slipped away from her, London shoved her hands back into her jacket pocket and just stood there, where Roman had left her, without saying a word.
As soon as Luke Hobbs wandered over towards Dom, London turned her back towards them and quietly excused herself to head inside the house. She stood just inside the door and peeled off her coat, tossing it onto the couch closest to her. Her feet carried her towards the bathroom where she gently shut the door and pressed her back against it.
For a one night stand, she was certainly feeling a little more than what she'd normally feel. Her stomach tightened at the thought of spending another night with him. How she wanted to, get to know him, and his body, a little better. She knew what he could do but wondered if he could do more.
Taking a few deep breaths, London regained her composure, pushing herself off the door. She turned the tap on and ran some cold water over her face. She patted a hand towel over her cheeks and unlocked the door, taking a step back into the house. She glanced out the window and saw him still talking to Dom. Perhaps he'd just say his goodbyes and leave, maybe London would be safe that way, but maybe a part of her didn't want him to go just yet.
She stepped out of the house and set her sights on Roman. He smiled at her and lifted his arms in the air. She went right for him, letting out a genuine laugh as he hugged her once more. She'd never get tired of having Roman around, never.
"Hey Hobbs!" Roman called out, gripping London fiercely. He was still smiling.
The big man turned his attention to Roman and the look of intensity on his face faltered. He caught sight of London and looked almost perplexed.
"You see what I left in America, she's just like family!"
London forced a smile as Luke Hobbs sauntered closer to Roman now. He continued to look at her, curled up in Roman's arms. He ran his thumb across the top edge of his belt, his hand stopping just behind a badge. London's eyes widened as she looked at the sparkling, gold badge fastened to his belt.
"You made friends with a cop?" London growled quietly, her fingers digging into Roman's biceps.
"DSS actually." Hobbs replied, his eyes glued on her.
"You're DSS, wow."
"Wait, you know him?" Roman asked, watching as London peeled herself away from Roman, but not moving too far away from him.
"Yeah but I didn't know he was a cop!"
"Wait up Price, what are you talking about?"
"You know what, I've gotta run." London forced out, pushing away from Roman, taking off in a jog towards her car.
"Come on Price! Hit me up sometime!"
She ignored Roman's yells and pushed the murmurings from everyone else to the back of her mind. DSS there was no way he was a cop, no way she would have gone back to his hotel room if she had known that. What was a cop doing at a street race anyways? What in the hell could he have possibly wanted last night, besides a good fuck.
She growled as she approached her car, dropping her forehead against the roof. Her jacket, with her keys in the pocket, was in the house. Now she felt utterly hopeless, embarrassed beyond belief. She chanced a glance back up the driveway but immediately dropped her forehead back onto the roof of the car.
Sucking it up and giving up her dignity completely, she pushed herself away from her car and marched right back up the driveway. Without so much as gazing at anyone, she pushed her way into the house and shut the door behind her. She let out a shaky breath and ran a hand through her hair.
The distinctive clicking of the door opening made her spin around, nearly jumping out of her skin. Her eyes locked on the one person she desperately did not want to talk to, especially after learning he was a DSS agent.
"Just, don't say anything." She breathed out, taking a few steps closer to her coat, grabbing it fiercely. She lifted her arms and slipped it on, reaching into her pocket and taking hold of her keys.
"You know I did my research on you after you left this morning." He nodded, his hands behind his back.
"Look, you don't know the whole story alright, yes I shot a cop but there's two sides to that story and mine was never put out there. So if you're going to do something about it, do it already, otherwise I'm leaving."
"I'm not going to do a damn thing about that."
"Wait, what?"
"I just want my shirt back." He shrugged, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.
Her eyes narrowed in on him, her mouth opening to say something but nothing came out. She continued to look at him, wondering what on earth this man, Luke Hobbs, could possibly want with her, besides his shirt back. Regaining her confidence, London straightened up and set her hands on her hips.
"I'll trade you for my underwear." She nodded firmly.
"I'd rather just keep those." He shook his head at her.
"Well then it seems we're at a stalemate then copper."
"I'm not here on business."
"Right and I'm just supposed to believe that you and Dom are old friends? You don't look like you'd trust a criminal just as much as Dom wouldn't trust a cop. So like I said-"
"Just give me my shirt back." He broke in, cutting her off.
"For my underwear."
"I can't do that."
London remained as still as a statue as he took a few steps towards her. She took in a deep breath and held it as he wandered in a circle around her, looking her over, studying her as she stood there. He stopped behind her and she tensed when his large palms came to rest on her shoulders. He gave a gentle squeeze and she leaned against him, her back pressed against his front.
"I'm sure we can come to some other sort of agreement."
London let out an involuntary shiver at his words. Her hands dropped from her hips down to her sides where they hung limply. As if her one night stand could have gotten any worse, here he was, standing behind her, his hands on her shoulders and his badge, his god damn badge now digging into her hip.
"Look, I don't do cops." She whispered, giving up any sort of composure she had.
"Last night would seem to contradict that statement."
"I didn't know, and you didn't say anything."
"But you enjoyed yourself." It wasn't a question, it was a statement.
"I really should go."
To her surprise, he lifted his hands away from her shoulders and let her free from his grasp. She let out a grunt and stepped out of his reach before he could take hold of her again. London walked to the door, set her hand on the knob and turned. Before walking out onto the driveway though, she took one last look at him.
He watched her disappear outside and crossed his arms over his broad chest. She wasn't going to get away that easily, especially if she still had his shirt in her possession.
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London cradled her shoulder against her body as she sat at the kitchen table inside her house. If it hadn't been for the asshole with the rotten green Nissan, she'd be walking without the limp now and she would still be able to lift her arm above her head without pain but no, he just couldn't let it go.
She had gone to the race the night following her meet and greet with the DSS Agent and had only been there for a few minutes when the dickhead she had beaten the night before strode up to her and started talking shit. She wasn't expecting him to attack her, she wasn't ready for the punches, or the lunge into her mustang, but that wasn't the worst of it. He then proceeded to challenge her to a rematch.
Five seconds into the race, barely away from the crowd, he steered hard into the side of her beautiful mustang. Her head collided with the driver's side window, the glass shattering around her temple, pieces embedding into her forehead. She let out a growl and tried to move inside her battered car. Her left knee was on fire, she couldn't breath it hurt so bad. Once she had taken a few minutes to calm down, a few of the people who knew her crowding around, she shrugged them all off and took off for home, her car barely making it into the garage.
She had been favouring her left arm against her body as she picked pieces of glass out of her forehead. Once the last piece was free from her skin, she had managed to clean herself off in the shower, the pain throbbing through her entire body, her head nearly spinning.
Yet now she sat at the kitchen table, a small sewing kit, a tube of superglue and a ton of gauze and bandages resting on the wooden surface in front of her.
She was fully prepared to fix herself up. There was a noticeably large gash on the back of her shoulder which she would definitely struggle to stitch up herself but she could easily superglue the cuts on her forehead herself, it was easy, she'd done it before.
Lifting the tube of glue up closer to her face with her good arm, she looked at the directions and let out a sarcastic laugh. She didn't care about the warnings, she didn't care about the appropriate uses, all she cared about was getting the wide, deep scratches in her temple to stop dripping blood.
Her body jerked at the sound of pounding on the front door. Letting out a huff, London slowly, painfully made her way to her feet, her injured arm hanging on to the hip on the opposite side of her body, her swollen knee aching more with every step she took.
Pulling the front door open, her eyes locked on the last person she expected to see. Luke Hobbs stood on her front step, his arms crossed over his broad chest, his body turned away from the door. She cleared her throat to get his attention and when he turned to look at her, he took a small step backwards, not expecting the sight before him.
"What are you doing here?" She asked going for being abrupt but her tone only coming out as defeated.
"Well I really did want my shirt back and I do have perks to the job. It wasn't hard to find you."
"All you had to do was ask Roman." She sighed, her voice catching as she grabbed the door, twisting her body and sending a sharp shooting pain throughout her shoulder.
"So what happened to you?"
London let out another sigh and stepped backwards, careful not to tweak her knee or catch her shoulder. She motioned at him with her head to come in and when he stepped over the threshold, she gave the door a light push, letting out a small squeal when it closed on its own.
She wandered through her house, him following behind her, and made her way into the kitchen where she sat down on the chair at the table where she had been sitting before. She grabbed hold of a peace of gauze with her good hand and dabbed at the blood she could feel starting to roll down her forehead.
"Fucking guy from last night can't handle losing to a girl." She said quietly, now holding a piece of gauze against her forehead.
"What'd he do?"
"Started off with a physical attack, ended up sideswiping me in a rematch."
She pulled the gauze away from her forehead and set it on the table, the deep red on it distracting her. She let out a soft yelp, not liking the sight of her own blood, and looked up at him, desperation in her eyes.
"He got the Mustang too?"
"Yeah, I think she's worse for wear than I am." London tried to crack a joke but winced in pain as she used her legs to shift the chair closer to the table.
"I see you've got your very own ER in your kitchen."
"Are you going to make awkward small talk all night or are you going to stitch up my damn shoulder?" She narrowed her eyes on him and turned away from him, her shoulder now in his line of sight.
She watched out the corner of her eye as he took hold of the needle and thread, which she had threaded earlier, and crouched down the slightest little bit. Biting her lip in anticipation, London fought off the urge to scream.
"You do this often?" He asked, digging the needle into her skin and stitching up her wound.
"Not if I can avoid it."
His chuckle helped her relax a little bit but she still fought off the desire to scream as he continued to sew up her shoulder. She counted each time he shoved it in, a grand total of seven makeshift stitches in her back. Tying off the thread and slipping the needles free, Luke Hobbs set his hands on the table, sifting through the small pile of supplies and taking hold of a four inch square of gauze.
She felt his fingertips as they pressed against the gauze over her wound, holding it there as he secured it with the bandages. When he ran his finger along the last edge of the gauze, she turned back towards him and rolled her shoulder ever so slightly, still cradling her sore arm against her stomach.
"Did you get some hits in at least?" Luke asked, grabbing the tube of superglue.
"I think so." She nodded slowly, tilting her head up to look at him.
His fingers rested against her chin, holding her head still with his left hand as he steadied his right hand with the glue. She shut her eyes and relaxed the muscles in her face, feeling the coolness of the glue on her open wounds. She then felt a twinge of pain as he squeezed the cut together, holding it stable until it set.
"I'm going to take a guess here but you've probably done this before." London broke the silence as he paused between cuts on her forehead. She opened her eyes and lamely smiled at him.
"Once or twice." He shrugged, running his free finger along another cut on her forehead.
She winced slightly as he put another tiny stream of superglue on the one side of another cut. She let out a groan as he squeezed her skin together again. Remaining silent as he continued to glue her forehead cuts together, she waited patiently, hoping that once he was done, the pain would decrease.
After a good five minutes of him gluing her forehead wounds shut, she opened her eyes and watched as he twisted the cap back on the adhesive and picked up a few steri-strips. London lifted her good arm and pressed the adhesive bit onto her forehead as he continued to put the small medical strips over her wounds.
"You got anymore wounds you need stitched and glued?" He asked with a teasing tone.
"No." She muttered, setting her good hand on the table.
"You good then?"
"Not really. He fucked up my left side when he crashed into my car. Hurts to move my god damn arm and my knees pretty swollen."
Luke Hobbs' dared to look down at her knee, his eyes roaming over her bare legs. He hadn't failed to notice the incredibly short shorts she was wearing, showing off her nicely tanned and toned legs, legs he wouldn't mind wrapped back around his waist. When he actually looked at her knee though, he shook his head. It was definitely injured, swollen to twice the size of her other knee. She cleared her throat, feeling his gaze on more than just her knee. He looked up at her face, all battered and scratched, covered in steri-strips and superglue.
"Why'd you come here?" She asked, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
"After last night, there was no way I could leave L.A. without seeing you again."
"Bet you weren't expecting flesh wounds and swollen limbs. Kind of decreases the sex appeal doesn't it?" She asked with a small smirk.
"Maybe for a standard guy."
"Not you?"
"There's nothing standard about me."
"If you go into my room, you're shirt's on the end of my bed." She shrugged, gingerly making her way to her feet.
She took another look at him and started limping her way towards the back of the kitchen, where her bedroom was located. His footsteps were easily heard as he followed her. She stepped into her bedroom, somewhat organized and clean, there wasn't a huge mess, nor were there clothes strewn everywhere. She seemed to keep everything in a decent state and true to her word; his shirt sat at the end of her half made bed, folded nicely.
"You can have it, and my underwear, it's hard to care at this point." She sighed, turning around and standing at the end of her bed, pointing to the shirt with her good arm.
He could easily tell her arm was hurting, she hadn't moved it away from her abdomen since she answered the door. Concern took over him now as he closed the distance between them and set his hand around the wrist cradled against her body. She let out a small shiver at his touch, the shiver quickly turning into an awkward body jerk as he cautiously pulled her arm away from her stomach.
"Jesus fuck!" She yelped, but let him continue to move her arm out, away from her body, then upwards. She hated to admit it but the stretching, as painful as it was, also felt a little bit relieving. When her arm was fully extended over her head, he took a step closer and ran his hand down her arm, along her shoulder, his palm coming to a stop on her ribs, just under her breast.
"I'm heading back to my office tomorrow." He murmured, leaning his head towards hers.
"Yeah." She breathed.
"I already checked out of my hotel."
"Okay."
"I need a place to stay for the night."
"I have room." She nodded.
His other hand shifted from it's position and he placed it on her other side, below her other breast. She inhaled sharply and felt his hands press into her ribs with a little more force now. She lifted her feet off the ground and wrapped them around his waist, wincing from the sharp pain in her knee as she bent it and rested it over his hip. His hands slid from her sides around to her back and he held her against him, her own arms moving to rest on his broad shoulders, another wince for her sore arm.
"Look I don't normally ask-"
"What?" He cut her off, raising his eyebrow, not sure why she was talking at this point.
"Just watch my knee?" She dropped her head in slight embarrassment.
Without actually answering her, he took a step forward and gingerly bent over, setting her on her bed. She scooted up towards her pillows, not letting go of his neck as she did so, pulling him up with her. He moved his right hand from her back, downwards, over her hip before grasping the back of her thigh on her left leg, supporting her injured knee as he crawled up her bed.
London favoured her right arm as she held on to him with all the strength she could muster, trying to block out the dulling ache in her shoulder. He leaned his head closer to hers and when they finally met at the lips, all the throbbing, aching, searing pains in her body disappeared, if only for a few minutes.
London was starting to think that maybe the best way to ease pain now was simply by taking a man to bed.
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