"I'm not bleeding to death this time. You don't have to hold me up. I mean-"
"I know." There was a puff of laughter against his ear.
He spun Eve away from him so he wouldn't have to answer. As she returned, she settled herself just as close to him as before. His hand slid across the soft silk of her dress and settled on the firm muscle of her back. Her hand, resting gently on his, was warm and calloused. Flynn let himself enjoy her presence as he felt a smile spread across his face. "One more dance, Guardian?"
Word Count: 100
Notes: And on to Flynn!