He felt his jaw dislocate, and while she pulled back in anticipation of his next move, he reached up and reset it with a casual, sickening crack. Dumb bitch. Really dumb.
Fine, so he couldn't scratch her flesh for now. No problem.
Creed lunged at her again, but instead of aiming for her throat this time, he grabbed her by the fabric of her shirt, and ripped it forward. She could rush into his arms along with the pull, or she could stand her ground and be nearly topless. Either worked for him.
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Date: 2010-04-17 01:14 pm (UTC)Fine, so he couldn't scratch her flesh for now. No problem.
Creed lunged at her again, but instead of aiming for her throat this time, he grabbed her by the fabric of her shirt, and ripped it forward. She could rush into his arms along with the pull, or she could stand her ground and be nearly topless. Either worked for him.