<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">She let out a very maidenly (and unlike her) squeak when her door opened.  "You -- beast," she hissed.  "How long have you been in here?  No wonder you weren't afraid I'd get away."  Cat went almost limp in his grasp -- trying to give the illusion of submission -- before springing into action.  Or trying to.  She shoved, wanting to push him away from her, to continue the chase maybe straight to her bedroom -- and found him immovable.<br/>
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She was, essentially, pinned.  "Oh my God, you really are that strong," she breathed.  "Okay, that's -- I like that," she babbled.  Her legs were shifting, testing for weak spots -- and not coincidentally rubbing against him as she struggled.  "That is way too hot, Gabriel -- I don't -- men can't pin me," she breathed.  She squirmed harder, trying out every holdbreaking move she knew with increased abandon.  It made her chest heave with exertion and... other things.  </span></span>