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GeorgieNZ: I don't leave you waiting long =D
Angelbach: Yeah, I kinda picked on Michelle and I'm not done yet. But there is a method to my madness (trust me). Yeah they are doubters but hey their job/life has taught them to be cynical.
Jenheir1: It's all good Michelle can share my room at the looney bin. Don't forget he was drinking. We'll give him a little leeway for his stupidity. /whisper plus he's a guy.
Doc206: /snort =D I'm weird like that. I throw curve balls from left field. And I know nothing about baseball either.
Yenyen76: Oh we're not done with sexy protective Legates yet ;-P We'll see a bit more of that today. Although it's more of an emotional protection I guess...hmmm
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Nertooold54: Yes, he's an alpha male but he has to put it in check just a wee bit. I think he learned his lesson for now ;-)
Silver Maker: Even though FFN says it's chapter 44 it is actually only chapter 38 of the story. There are two chapters posted for Smut. One smut and one non smut so it changes the actual chapter count. I was referring to the chapter count at the top of the story. Heh, you'll love this chapter =D
ArielBrennan:Yeah and now the real fun begins. Heh, revenge...
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Chapter 38 – Rage -SMUT FREE
Legates left the dorms and walked out to his truck. Techie sat waiting and when Romero deviated from his normal pattern while doing laundry, Techie became suspicious. Getting up, he walked up to he and Legates' room. Opening the door, he quietly crept in and walked to the bathroom. He knocked on the door and waited. Jones opened the door.
"If either of you need to use the bathroom you'd better do it now," Techie said. Jones looked over his shoulder into the room then turned back to face Techie.
"No we're good," he said. Techie nodded, pulled the door shut and locked it. He walked back into the room and closed the bathroom door on their side and locked it behind him.
"Bathroom door is locked. I'm locking the door on the way out. If anyone knocks ignore it. The guys are downstairs in the lounge. Come get us if you need anything," he said to the bump under the comforter.
He saw the blanket move in what he assumed was a head shake. He left the room, locking the door behind himself. Michelle lay in the bed surrounded by Legates' smell and felt safe for the time being. She felt slightly dirty and she wondered if it was from the jump itself and all the adrenaline or from the feel of that man's hands on her breasts and thighs. She wasn't sure how long she pondered that question when she heard the key jiggle in the lock.
She smelled food and knew it was Legates returning. She heard the rustle of a bag, then the door of the refrigerator then the sound of things being placed in the closet. She sat up and looked around. Legates came around the corner and looked at her as he pulled off his shoes and socks.
"Hey," he said, sitting down in front of her. He could see she was feeling something but he wasn't sure what.
"I need to take a shower," she muttered. He nodded, got her a towel and her shower supplies. He put them in the bathroom, checked the locks then walked out to her.
"Your stuff is in there," he told her.
She stood up and walked into the bathroom. Legates waited in the room pacing. Grunting, he pulled off his pants and put on a pair of shorts. He walked to the counter and picked up the bag from the PX and pulled out the nail polish remover. The woman at the cheesecake factory had just outright laughed at the writing on his forehead.
Truth be told, he'd forgotten about it. Walking into the bathroom, he pulled off a piece of toilet paper and poured some of the liquid onto it. He began rubbing on his forehead and watched as the word lightened. Pulling off a second piece of toilet paper, he repeated the process and saw that the word was pretty much gone. He heard a sniffle and turned to face the shower. Leaning a hip on the sink, he crossed his arms.
"You okay in there, Baby?" He asked just loud enough for her to hear.
She didn't respond and he frowned at her silence. Then he heard repetitive movements and tried to discern what that sound was. He slid the door open and saw her scrubbing her thighs. The skin on her breasts was angry and red. Her thighs were approaching the same color. He didn't even pause before stepping in the shower.
"Hey, no, stop that," he said softly.
He took the washcloth from her hand. Pouring some body wash on it, he lathered it up and smoothed it across her skin. She stood under the shower shivering.
"I can still feel him grabbing me. It feels dirty," she whispered.
Legates eyes darkened in anger as he continued to wash her off. When he was finished, he pushed her under the spray and rinsed her off. He reached over her shoulder and turned off the shower. Stepping out of the shower, he tugged at her hand and pulled her from the shower. His heart just about broke at the look of shame in her eyes.
"He didn't rape me so why is this bothering me so much?" She asked, looking up at him.
"He still violated you. He took you up and jumped out of a plane. You placed your life in his hands and he violated the trust that you gave him," Legates said, taking the towel from the rack.
Wrapping it from around her, he led her into the room and sat her on the edge of the bed. Walking back into the bathroom, he unlocked the door and then gathered up her shower supplies. He returned to the room and found her still sitting on the end of the bed. Pulling off his shirt, he walked to the dresser and took out dry clothes. Grabbing a towel, he dried her off then pulled on the dry clothes.
He walked to the closet and dug out the care kit that the brushes had come from. Pulling out the bottle of Vaseline body lotion from the care pack they'd gotten when their stuff got held up, he carried it back to where she was sitting. Unwrapping the towel from her, he winced at the sight of her angry skin. He carefully dried her skin and shook the bottle before pouring some in his hand. He rubbed them together to warm it up then smoothed it over her breasts. She flinched and he winced.
"I'm sorry, Baby, but this will hurt more later if I don't do this. Would you prefer to do it? I understand if you don't want me touching you," he said softly, pulling his hand back from her skin.
She shook her head and pulled his hand back. He smoothed the lotion over her breasts then pulled her knees apart. The skin on her thighs was not as bad as her breasts. He poured more lotion in his hand and smoothed it over her skin. When he was finished, he flipped the lid closed and wrapped the towel around her. Walking over to the basket of clothes, he dug out the panties, pajamas, and socks he'd bought for her. He returned to where she was sitting and knelt down in front of her. He saw the tears slipping from the corner of her eyes.
"Awww, sweetheart," he whispered, moving between her knees and pulling her against his chest.
"Dammit, he didn't rape me why am I crying?" She asked in a choked voice. Legates let out a sigh and pushed her hair back from her face.
"Sweetheart, there is nothing wrong with the way you are feeling. Like I said, you feel violated and that's okay because that's what he did. He violated you, he touched you in a way you didn't want to be," Legates said soothingly. He reached over on the bed and put the pajamas in her lap.
"Here you get dressed and I'll go put the burgers away. I'm thinking you don't want those right now. How about some chocolate?" He asked her, tucking her hair behind her ear. Her eyes narrowed at his question.
"What am I a stereotype?" She asked him in a snippy tone.
"Nope, I just usually like chocolate when I feel like shit," he told her with a smile.
She nodded her head and he stood up. Michelle looked down at the clothes in her hands and her brow puckered. She frowned at the panties and held them up.
"Where did these come from?" She asked him as she held the panties.
"I bought them at the PX. I figured you would want to take those off and all you have here is shirts," he told her. She let a small smile creep across her face.
"And how would you know my panty size? I've wondered about that since I got the bustier," She said, her eyes narrowing a little.
"Uh I'll tell you one day but not today," he replied.
She shook her head and pulled the clothing on. He came around the bookcases carrying a paper plate with a slice of cheesecake and a coffee cup. He handed them to her and she accepted them with a smile. Moving to the head of the bed, she sat with her back against the wall as he disappeared around the corner again. He returned carrying the same thing he had handed her.
He sat on the end of the bed and eyed her as she took a sip of the hot chocolate. Michelle felt her eyes widen as pure, creamy, sinfully delicious, chocolate slid across her tongue. Legates smirked slightly at her expression.
"Where the hell did you get this? It's really, really, good," she muttered.
"Cheescake Factory," he told her with a smug smile.
"Never been there," she said.
"Well, we'll have to fix that," he told her with a wink.
"I have a sneaking suspicion chocolate isn't your downfall but cheesecake is," she said, looking at him, smirking just slightly.
"Chocolate is my number one downfall and number two is cheesecake," he admitted sheepishly.
She smiled and stored that information away for later. She took a bite of the cheesecake and rolled it around in her mouth.
"Godiva," she said around her mouthful of cheesecake. He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Now, I never said you were a stereotype but you assumed that I thought you did. Yet, you can identify a brand of chocolate by taste?" He asked her, his eyebrow still quirked. She smirked at him in response to his question.
"I'm a chocaholic as well. Although, it isn't my number one comfort food it is a close second," she said.
"So what is your number one?" He asked, taking a bite of his cheesecake. She laughed a low laugh and shook her head.
"Guess," she challenged. He looked at her and narrowed his eyes, swallowed his food then pursed his lips.
"What kind of food, I mean nutritionally?" He asked her, trying to get a hint. She chewed swallowed and took a sip of her drink.
"It's junk food sort of," she replied.
"Only sort of, well that narrows down the list," he paused, "peanut butter and jelly?"
She shook her head but chuckled.
"So close, but close only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades," she said. He snorted and started laughing.
"Now you sound like my mother," he grumbled.
"Aww, come on, just tell me," he whined just a little.
"Fine," she sighed, "Nutella. It's Nutella, sometimes with strawberry preserves, sometimes with bacon, sometimes with a spoon."
He scrunched his face and stared at her googlie eyed. She looked back at him with a frown.
"What?" She asked, confused by the look he was giving her.
"Did you just say Nutella with bacon?" He asked her, thinking that was the grossest thing he'd heard in a while.
"Yeah, don't knock it until you've tried it and you eat bacon and chocolate," she said, pointing her fork at him.
"Are you going to try to sneak bacon in my Nutella sandwiches?" He asked her, waving his fork teasingly at her.
"I wasn't but that's a good idea," she said, grinning at him.
She had finished her cheesecake and was holding the fork on her plate with her thumb. He took his last bite of cheesecake and took her plate. Getting up, he walked to the trash and dumped the plates in. When he walked back over to the bed, she was laying on her back staring up at the ceiling. He lay down on the bed on his side and watched her watch the ceiling. Her eyes shifted to him and she laughed.
"I'd look at the ceiling too but I'd rather look at you," he said, grinning.
She rolled onto her side facing him. He rolled onto his back and she scooted over to him. Putting her head on his chest, she let out a whimpering sigh. Legates pulled her closer and wrapped his arms around her.
"God, sweetheart, I could have killed him. I would have happily watched the life drain from him with my boot on his throat," he muttered.
"But then I wouldn't have been able to do it," she grumbled against his chest.
He sighed and dropped a kiss on the top of her head. A knot was forming in his chest, wrapping tight and squeezing around his heart. He squeezed her tighter against his chest and tried to breath around the knot in his throat. A knock sounded on the door and they both ignored it. Neither wanted to deal with the outside world at this particular moment. A key was put in the lock and Legates blinked back the tears in his eyes and sighed.
"Legates," Techie said tentatively.
"What?" Legates growled, not letting go of his hold on Michelle.
"Uh, I really hate to interrupt but you need to get your ass downstairs ASAP," Techie said. Legates let out a cross between a growl and a sigh.
"Fine Fine I'll be there in a minute," Legates snarled.
"Uh, no, now would be good," Techie said still pushing.
"Fuck," Legates swore. Michelle ran her hand across his chest then flicked her fingers telling him to go. He dropped another kiss on the top of her head.
"Be right back," he said quietly. Sitting up, he pulled on his boots then stood up.
Michelle felt him leave then pulled a pillow over her head. Was she stupid or what? She just jumped out of a plane with a perv? She should have known better. Sighing, she pushed the pillow onto her head harder trying to fight off the impending tears. Legates stepped out into the hall and glared at Techie. Techie stepped back at the look on Legates face.
"The guys...they have Rickets on the floor in the lounge. I can't pull them off alone and I need your help," Techie said.
A look worse than the one that had just been on Legates replaced it. Spinning on his heel, Legates flexed his fingers and Techie grimaced when Legates knuckles popped. In three strides Legates was way ahead of Techie and Techie wondered if getting Legates had been a bad idea. A door behind them opened and Romero stepped out with a grin. Spinning around, Legates pointed at Romero with a fierce scowl on his face.
"Romero, stay the fuck away from our room," Legates thundered, making Romero take a step back.
Swallowing nervously, Romero nodded and went back in his room. Techie shook his head then followed Legates down the stairs and into the lounge. Rickets lay on the floor with Addison and Goodman sitting on him. Struggling and cursing, Rickets was trying to get up.
"Dammit, get off me. I just want to apologize," Rickets yelled.
"To whom?" Legates asked his voice soft and deadly.
The men in the room froze and turned to look at Legates. Walking over, Legates stopped in front of Rickets, his boots inches from the man's face. Rickets' eyes traveled up Legates' legs to his face. Unable to meet Legates' eyes, Rickets swallowed nervously. Legates squatted down and made a tutting noise.
"Now what do we have here," Legates said, his voice deadly quiet.
"Who exactly did you come to apologize to? And you had better think very carefully about your answer. If you answer wrong, I will stand up and plant my boot in your forehead," Legates said in that same deadly tone.
The men in the lounge had fallen silent. Perkins shuddered at Legates' voice, he wondered if Legates had gone psychotic on them.
"Her, I came to apologize to Michelle," Rickets screeched.
"Wrong answer," Legates whispered, standing up.
Techie reached forward thinking Legates would end up in jail for killing Rickets. A shriek of rage brought Techie up short. A blur ran past him and Goodman and Addison went flying as Michelle pushed them off of Rickets. Legates let out a quiet and deadly laugh. Stepping back, he leaned against the door frame and crossed his arms over his chest.
Techie watched as Michelle landed on Rickets' back, knees first. Michelle felt the rage burn through her veins. Who did this fucker think he was? Coming here to a place she felt safe, soiling it with his presence. She grabbed the back of his head by the hair and slammed his head into the floor with a thunk. Legates laughed again and shook his head.
"Baby, if you cock his head just a little to the left you may be able to break his eyebrow bone," Legates said softly.
"Jesus, Legates, she's going to kill him. Shouldn't you stop her?" Techie asked in a horrified whisper as he watched Michelle assault Rickets. Rickets started fighting back by bucking his hips and back trying to dislodge her from his back.
"Rickets, if she hits the floor, I will kill you," Legates promised, his voice still in that deadly whisper. Techie was starting to get nervous between Legates' reaction and Michelle kicking the crap out of Rickets.
"No, she needs to take back control and if that means kicking his ass then well she gets to kick his ass," Legates said.
"I'm going to have you arrested," Rickets said in a voice muffled by a swollen lip.
"I'm pretty sure your bail paperwork has a restraining order included. Which you violated by coming here. So, go ahead. Do you honestly think the cops are going to believe that a woman her size beat the shit out of you and you didn't get a hit in? Did you guys see anything?" Legates asked Rickets the first question then directed the second to the other guys in the room. The men looked up at the ceiling or the wall.
"I didn't see shit," came from several mouths.
"Okay, Baby, he's nearly unconscious. Come here, we don't want you to kill him," Legates said in a gentle voice.
Michelle paused, still gripping the back of Rickets' head. The man's head was above the floor because Legates had stopped her mid pound. Rickets groaned low in the back of his throat. The pain in his head was unlike anything he'd experienced before. She looked up at Legates and growled a feral growl that made Techie stumble back out of the door into the entryway.
Legates shook his head and pursed his lips at her. Raising one eyebrow at her, he waited. She glared at him and continued to sit on Rickets' back.
"No, I think I'd like to kill him," she said between clenched teeth.
"Yeah, I know but I'd prefer to be able to take you out on dates that don't involve conjugal trailers," Legates told her.
"My family can hide the body. No evidence, nobody, nothing would be left. No one would ever find him...EVER," she growled the last word near his ear making him flinch.
"Let him up, sweetheart," Legates said in a soft coaxing tone.
Johnson took a step forward as if to lift her off Rickets. Legates put his hand up and shook his head no but not in enough time. Michelle turned her head and growled at him. Johnson put his hands up defensively and backed away from her.
"I think she's lost her mind," Techie said quietly.
"Nope, just a little, okay, a lot of well deserved rage," Legates said.
"From what happened earlier?" Wilson asked dubiously, looking at Michelle's glassy eyes.
"Usually women who are victims of sexual assault turn this rage internally. It festers as guilt and they blame themselves," Johnson said, quietly. The guys turned to look at him. His eyes were distant in thought.
"Usually, because they have no contact with the person who assaulted them or don't know who it is," Goodman said, looking at his nails.
"So this dumbass was dumb enough to do this in the first place, doubled his stupidity by showing up here?" Perkins said, smirking at Rickets who was currently bleeding on the carpet in the lounge.
"Pretty much," Goodman said, laughing.
"Her anger and rage seems a little excessive don't you think?" Addison said, rubbing his finger under his nose.
"Maybe, some may be from well you know," Legates said, shrugging.
He walked over to where Michelle sat on Rickets back and crouched down so he was even with her. She looked at him and scowled. He cocked his head and smiled at her. He held out his hand in invitation. She looked at his hand then his face then back down to his hand. Sighing, her shoulders slumped and she released Rickets' head. It fell to the floor with a thunk.
Putting her hand in his, she stood up and looked down at Rickets. She spit on him before she let Legates lead her away. Goodman's shoulders shook with silent laughter until Michelle was on the second landing. Then he let it ripple from his mouth.
"Did you see her shirt? It said 'It worries me how stupid you are'," Goodman choked out between bouts of laughter.
"Should we take him out and dump him on the curb?" Perkins asked, squinting at Rickets.
"No, leave him there. That way if he stops breathing we can call 911," Techie said.
Michelle followed Legates up the steps her breath coming out in ragged gasps.
"Where are we going?" She snarled the adrenaline still coursing through her body.
"Hmm well there's two things we can do. We can go back to the room, change and take you to the gym to let you beat the crap out of a punching bag or," he paused looking at her.
"Or?" She asked, her eyes narrowed and glaring.
"Or we can have angry sex. Up to you. I know you might not want to have sex after this morning," he offered.
She stopped and looked at him then drug him up the steps. Yackley was coming down the steps and Michelle bowled him over as she pushed past him.
"Sorry, Yackley," Legates called.
Yackley snorted and continued down to the lounge. Michelle continued dragging Legates down the hall and into their room. Slamming the door behind him, she locked the door. She pushed him aggressively towards the door. He smirked as he realized she figured out what she wanted.
"So what exactly do you want?" He asked, leaning against the door, seeing if he could get her a little more angry. She took a step towards him with a deadly look on her face.
"I want," she said in a flat tone as she pulled off her shirt, "you to," off came her pajama pants, "fuck me against that door," she told him pulling off her panties.
She grabbed his shirt and yanked it up over his head. He shook his head and picked her up. Spinning them around, he pushed her back up against the door. She wrapped her legs around his waist and rolled her hips. His eyes landed on the red patches on her breasts and he felt the rage rise up in him. He wasn't angry at her but damn if he wasn't angry.
As Techie came down the hall to check on Michelle, he heard the unmistakeable sound of angry, cathartic sex being had against the door. Spinning on his heel, he walked back down to the lounge. He'd give them an hour then he'd be back to make sure they hadn't killed each other.
Huffing out a breath, Legates slipped his arms under Michelle's legs and lifted her against his body. Their coming together had been fast, furious, hard and both were physically and emotionally spent. Carefully and slowly, he made his way to his bed. Setting her down, he rearranged her so she was laying with her head on the pillow then lay down next to her. She let out a sigh, rolled from the bed and stumbled to the bathroom.
Legates winced and hoped she wasn't feeling dirty again. He sighed lightly when he heard the toilet flush. She walked back into the room and climbed back in the bed with him. Curling up, she dropped her head on his chest and sighed. He ran his hand over her head smoothing her hair back from her face. His eyes ran over her face as she stared at his chest.
"Maybe you should have talked to Sweets before we had sex," Legates said softly. Michelle shook her head in a negative motion.
"He violated my trust and he touched me but all he did was make me angry and feel dirty. We just took care of two out of three. There is nothing that can be done about the violation of my trust. Now instead of feeling his hands on me, I feel you," she said quietly. Legates groaned and smacked his palm to his forehead. She lifted her head and looked at him with confusion on her face.
"What?" She asked him with a frown.
"I don't want you to associate my touch with anger," he said, hissing out his guilt. She snorted and put her head on his chest.
"Are you going to associate my kisses with me biting you?" She asked him, running her fingers across his chest.
"No," he said, shaking his head.
"So, why would I associate your touch with anger?" She asked him, her fingers tracing his tattoo. He dropped a kiss on her head and smiled against her hair.
"I guess you wouldn't," he said, not moving his mouth from its position on top of her head.
He heard the door open and sighed. He was wondering how the hell he was going to get his clothes from behind the door when Techie's arm came around the corner and dropped Legates and Michelle's clothes on the floor.
"If ya'll want to have angry door sex, I'm all for it but please take your clothes instead of leaving them on the floor," Techie said with a laugh.
Michelle and Legates looked at each other and burst into laughter.
"You may also find it amusing that the guys are having a contest. Davis' mom sent him a huge bag of pistachios and they are having a contest to see who can spit more shells in Rickets' hair. It took me five minutes to convince them not to pour honey in his hair to aid in their contest," Techie said.
"Why is he still here?" Legates snapped in anger.
"Well, if we threw him out on the curb and he died it would be our fault. We're just making sure he doesn't die. As soon as he wakes up, we'll chuck him out to the curb," Techie said.
"Logical," Michelle said, tracing Legates' sternum with her index finger.
"Fuck 'im, you should have let him die," Legates grunted. Techie walked to the refrigerator and opened the door. Pulling out a two liter of soda, he unscrewed the cap.
"Use a cup, Techie," Michelle groaned.
Techie froze mid screw and his eyes went wide. Legates burst into laughter as he ran his fingers down her spine. Sighing, Techie put the two liter down and reached up into the cabinets over the counter to get a cup.
"Women," he grumbled.
"Techie, you guys share the food and drinks right?" She asked, her fingers still moving up and down Legates sternum.
"Yeah," he grunted.
"So, if you drink from the bottle and he drinks from the bottle that means that your mouths have been in the same place yes?" She asked, her eyes twinkling when she turned her face up to Legates. Grinning at her, he ran a finger down her nose.
"Yeeeaaahhhh," Techie said, drawing the words out, knowing he just walked into a trap but not seeing it yet.
"So, that means if Legates went down on me then by proxy you did too," she told him.
Techie's mouth fell open and he started coughing as his soda went down the wrong tube. Michelle snickered and Legates roared in laughter at her comment. God, he loved this woman, wait, wha? Michelle looked up at him with a smile on her face and in her eyes. Her eyebrow quirked at his expression.
"Are you okay?" She asked in a low voice that Techie couldn't hear.
"Yeah, just a brain fart," he said. She sighed and laid her head down on his chest. He was glad to see her smile back.
"Your fuzzy socks are on the floor," he murmured near her ear.
"Mmmhmm," she said, sleepily.
"Oooooh look at this burger," Techie said joyfully. Michelle let out a growl reminiscent of cat and Techie jumped in surprise.
"What the hell was that?" He asked, making Legates burst into laughter.
"That would be a female protecting her food," Legates said.
"Sounds like a freaking jaguar," Techie muttered.
"Ocelot," Michelle mumbled against Legates chest. He chuffed out a laugh and dropped at kiss on her head.
"What? And can I have some of this blueberry cheesecake?" Techie asked, standing in front of the door to the refrigerator, holding it open.
"I said Ocelot and yes but half is not some," Michelle said in a loud irritated tone.
"What the heck is an Ocelot?" Techie said, pulling down a plate and cutting a slice of cheesecake.
"Lesser cat, oh hell, google it," Michelle said. Wanting to laugh but too emotionally drained and tired, she pulled the pillow from under Legates' head and put it over her own.
"Hey," he said, trying to take it back.
"Tell him to shut up so I can take a nap and you can have your pillow back," she mumbled from under her pillow.
"Now that I know that I'm never going to shut up," Techie said gleefully, walking to his bed and flopping down.
"Shut up, Techie," Legates growled then yanked the pillow off Michelle's head.
"Heeeyyyy," she whined.
"Mine," he grunted.
"Buy more pillows," she grunted back.
"You guys sound like a bunch of animals over there grunting at each other," Techie laughed around a mouthful of cheesecake.
"Shut up," Michelle grumbled, getting up to yank the covers back.
Looking down at herself, she sighed and crawled across the bed to get her pajamas off the floor. She pulled them and her fuzzy socks on then climbed underneath the covers.
"Eeeeehhhhh," he whined when he realized she was wearing pajamas.
She shivered and snuggled up closer to him. The adrenaline was wearing off and she was suddenly exhausted. He felt her body go limp and let out a quiet sigh. Dropping a kiss on her neck, he closed his eyes.
"She going to be okay?" Techie quietly asked from the other side of the bookcase.
"Yeah, I think she'll be okay," Legates said in a quiet tone.
A/N: All together now...awwwww...okay let's see if tomorrow it worth a read...grabbiness (yes it's a word because I said so), burgers, blankets, TDY, sweet potato fries, skeert guys, caution, sunburn, boobie paper, surprise!, deals, more cheesecake ;-P, bandanas, paint brushes, and fun (heh heh)