<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=9845.msg533783#msg533783">Quote from: Swedish Steel on 24-02-2008, 20:49:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Somehow he seemed to have waited for her to do that. When she hit the breaks his the momentum made his body keep going, but his claws were sunk deep into the roof. Instead of flying off the roof he swung around, in slow motion she could see him gracefully spin through the air, his boots smashing through the windshield. She just had time to close her eyes before she was showered with glass, and before she had time to open them again the impact of his body against hers made her lose her breath. She didn't know how he'd managed it, it seemed totally impossible in such a cramped space, but there were no denying it. The realization made her blood freeze: he was sitting in her lap, facing her...<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The snow and ice on the street made it so that she barely heard the slide of tires on pavement as the car skidded to a halt. Her head twisted to one side, shielding her eyes from the glittering spray of snow, ice, and shattered glass.<br/><br/>The cold took her breath away, as did the sudden weight of him against her, on her lap, and she was coughing as she jammed the muzzle of her gun into the base of his ribs and growled through the chilling realization of what he'd done, "GET. OFF."