Thread: Blank Slate (Dane Stalling & Malicious Lullaby)

It made him grin and suddenly all that tension and tiredness seemed to leave his face. It suited him, him looking so giddy and stress-free, or at least appearing to be because of the way he grinned. He looked good. What amused her though was how he actually seemed to be contemplating cuffing her wrists. He seemed unsure now or he had other thoughts running through his head. She wondered what they could be although at the same time, she didnt want to know. In realizing that, she slowly lowered her hands until they were resting in her lap. She crossed her legs crisscross-applesauce and in doing so, ripped the tights she wore that were already ripped a little bit more. Oh well, thats why they say be delicate with hosiery but she kind of forgot that little detail after her supposed accident. WellI mean youre the FBI agent who wanted to arrest me. I think it suits you more than me right now. She grinned a lazy grin and shrugged her shoulders lightly. Nodding her head, Penny was thankful that he was going to arrest her right now but a new threat posed someone had been shooting at them apparently and it made her feel a little queasy. Twice she almost died last night and she didnt remember. Really bad time to lose her memory. And totally unfair. Penny could only really nod her head she didnt know what to say that. She was momentarily distracted as he put his shirt on, covering his beautiful sculpted torso and she actually looked sad to see it be covered. She quickly recovered when he tossed her a bottle of pills and it took a moment too long to figure out how to actually uncap the bottle. She took out three pills and then picked up her glass of water and downed them. Downing the rest of her water, she looked at him and blinked her eyes. So the car accident really did happen. Its not a bunch of horseshit. Wellthats nice to know! What a night. While he made the call, she got up and took her shoes. She sat down on the ground and slipped her feet into the ankle boots. Zipping them up, she stood and walked over to the floor length mirror. Ooh, the shoes looked good on her. They accentuated her legs and strengthened her posture. Turning to the side, she raised her eyebrows as she checked out her body. Whoa, she was smokin! It was so weird. It was like she was in the body of a girl that didnt belong to her but at the same time, did belong to her because of the things she felt, like towards that Copper. She glanced at him through the mirror, hearing the ending of the phone call and turned to face him. Why would your people first shoot at you and then me? She asked. Shouldnt it be the other way around? Letting him take her hand, she looked at him, following him out of the motel room. Im sorry I made you a fugitive. I promise, this wasnt something I dreamed of. Although compared to the dream she did have, this would be a better dream. It was like every womans fantasy that was straight and Agent Herrera were their type being on the lam with the hunkiest guy ever! Who might still have her arrested when her memory came back. It was a question she wanted to ask but she was too afraid of the answer to actually ask it. So she left with him and got into his car in time to make their big getaway.