<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"I like you beastly," Cat confessed softly.  "And as long as you can keep from actually rutting like an animal... I like the rest."  She let him see the truth of it in her eyes -- that she did enjoy his strength and ferocity, so long as he didn't actually hurt her.  Sore was fine.  Torn was not.<br/>
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She took a second -- just a second -- to cup a hand around his cheek.  "Alright.  Let's kick some vampire ass."<br/>
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Stepping back from him, she shrugged her shoulders and let her weapons settle more firmly.  The physical gesture was an expression of her internal shift as she shoved away being Gabriel's lover and returned to being a badass federal agent who definitely was not shaking in her combat boots at the idea of facing more fucking vampires.</span></span>