There was something in his dark eyes that was honest: kindness, even for a perceived enemy, and his hands didn’t linger. Business, not pleasure.
Kassian’s mumbled apology made her hate him less for the search, a necessary evil.
She scowled, pressing her eyes shut and doing her best to ignore the foreign hands roaming her body. Recoiling and fighting back was a natural reaction in a unit full of lady killers, an instinct that took quite a bit of concentration to ignore.
This, though, was more awkward and uncomfortable than anything. It made her squirm in her own skin.
By the time Kassian had finished, initial terror blossomed into anger fueled by adrenaline.
“My commander told me everything,” the woman hissed at Ocelot. “which is why I came unarmed. Otherwise, both of you would be a pile of smoldering cinders right now.”
Pasiphaë flinched away from Irinarhov finally, growing tired of the searching. “Enough!" She snapped at last. "This is rediculous."
Pointedly, she motioned to the radio that hung from her belt in place of a pistol. There was no need for such a frivolous weapon, when the standard fare was flamethrowers and grenade launchers. “If you still don’t believe me, ask the Fury.”
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Date: 2007-06-12 08:59 pm (UTC)Kassian’s mumbled apology made her hate him less for the search, a necessary evil.
She scowled, pressing her eyes shut and doing her best to ignore the foreign hands roaming her body. Recoiling and fighting back was a natural reaction in a unit full of lady killers, an instinct that took quite a bit of concentration to ignore.
This, though, was more awkward and uncomfortable than anything. It made her squirm in her own skin.
By the time Kassian had finished, initial terror blossomed into anger fueled by adrenaline.
“My commander told me everything,” the woman hissed at Ocelot. “which is why I came unarmed. Otherwise, both of you would be a pile of smoldering cinders right now.”
Pasiphaë flinched away from Irinarhov finally, growing tired of the searching. “Enough!" She snapped at last. "This is rediculous."
Pointedly, she motioned to the radio that hung from her belt in place of a pistol. There was no need for such a frivolous weapon, when the standard fare was flamethrowers and grenade launchers. “If you still don’t believe me, ask the Fury.”