"What's that on your chin?" she eyed her companion with a steely gaze. "Nothing.." he said casually, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and shrugging. She walked up to him, her eyes not moving, her hips swaying. Click. Click. click... the sound of her boots on the concrete echoing off the walls of the deserted street. It was past midnight on earth. She was hunting down a particularly nasty Altherian criminal, and she was tired from the long trip through space. And hungry. She was hungry. Space rations were not the best after a few thousand light years. "Those are donut crumbs... and.. " she wiped her finger across his lip..."sprinkles". He gulped. "Mo*therf*cker " she cursed softly under her breath, but enough for him to hear. He winced. "Babe.. chill.. they will make more.. " he said as he casually held her waist, hoping his boyish charm would be able to distract her enough to av...
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