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</div></div><br/><span style="font-family:Philosopher">Cyprian had taken the hint with that singular warning shot look, moving on to the task of getting her moving on way or another. Even if it was him to do the leg work. So long as there was progress in their movement, if they could just get out of there. <i>Then</i> they could relax as much as they wanted. He wanted a drink, that was for sure. Perhaps a hot shower to loosen the building tension in his shoulders. Tension that could be felt as she ran her hands over the defined muscle of his back. It shifted under her touch, reflexive in it's slow movements like coiled snakes beneath his skin. The muscle twitched, shifting as if her hands tickled, or caused static to ripple over his skin.<br/>
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His expression changed as he waited for her to climb on. His eyes shifted from side to side, rolled around as his brows fixated in their brooding nature. <i>Fuck is she doing back there?</i> When she finally leaped on, he grunted and steadied his knees. His hands came back, curling around the outside of her thighs as he gave her a bit of a jostle to get her up there where he was more comfortable. He scowled when she exclaimed, turning his head to shoot her a narrowed glare over his shoulder. "You <i>think</i> you're cute," he told her, his tone hinting otherwise. Though, he tensed up with a growl for the smack dished out to his backside. His head turned only slightly when he felt her plush mounds pressing almost provocatively against his back. His jaw shifted, the powerful bite of a predator hinting by the jump of muscle beneath tan stubble ridden skin.<br/>
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With him carrying the weight of their escape -- literally -- it didn't take them long to reach their destination. A steady pace, even with the fleshy, warm backpack he was carting. No, the car wasn't an old beat up truck. It was a classy, sleek black Sedan. He grumbled under his breath as she brushed against his back in that tantalizing manner. Just moments ago, they'd been trying to kill each other. Now, she was teasing him. He wasn't all that helpful as she worked herself to her feet from his back, doing little else than the slightest bend of the knees. "Don't make a habit of it, if it wasn't for the dire situation, I'd have made you walk it," he pointed out to her, with a brief squint of his dark eyes shot at her. He turned, making his way to the driver's side of the car. He fished his hand into the curve of the wheel's placement, finding the key's location before he pulled them out, unlocking the door to let her inside. He quickly made his way to the door, pulling it open before climbing in himself. <br/>
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He hardly wasted any time in gunning the engine to life with the twist of a key, glancing over as she went for the items in the backseat. "Help yourself," he muttered, though he knew she'd go for them whether he said so or not. "Grab me some pants while you're at it," he told her. After all, he'd carted her to the car! He doubted she wanted his dick hanging out anymore than he did. Also, leather seats. It wasn't the most comfortable to sit on naked. A soft snort escaped him to her complaints, his eyes sliding to the side to peer at her. "You didn't seem all too concerned about getting my scent on you when you were rubbing against my back. Did you think I didn't notice?" He briefly narrowed his dark eyes at her with the accusation before he twisted in his seat, his hand finding the shoulder of hers so he could look while backing up. Lithe muscle of his abdomen shifted, tensing under the twist in an almost endearing way.<br/>
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Pulling out onto the street, the Alpha wasted no time in pressing the gas pedal to set the car in motion. Even with his attention on the road, on their escape from danger, his lips twitched in the threat of a smile. A flickering candle of amusement. "I bet you didn't expect the same man who ruined your life would be saving your ass, after barging into the festival half cocked. I'm curious, did you really think you would be successful in taking me out tonight? What was your plan?" His brows furrowed in that brooding manner, eyes shifting to her with a glimmer of curiosity. "You had to know you wouldn't make it out of there alive if you managed..." Turning his eyes back to the road as he peeled around a corner, he fought the momentum to keep his frame from swaying too much in her direction.</span>