"Sweethat talks to John, kneeling before her like the Dogboy he is."Honeyare you okay with this? If you don't like it we can stop.John replies, "Shut ...p, Sweetha. It may be a little uncomfortable for meto do all these things, but I am doing it for the sake of our mother."Sweetha gets tears in her eyes. John goes and licks the tears off hercheek.Sweethat smiles and says, "You seem to be like to be dog" Rrufffffffffff!" giggles bad doggy."Honey, Mother is going to be here in an hour." Okay Hon,. She snapped herself from her internal monologue for the simple fact that if a commander wallowed in such long enough it bled into everything else like slow poison. She turned, giving her two a deliberate smile. There was some peace in having them there despite the risk to them and that she’d have to witness it, but it was an eye in the storm that was now. He grinned with that same scheming little grin and she tilted her head and flirted with those liquid blue eyes. They had been chatting. “That was nice,” he said. His eyes pleaded with mine, wanting more of the same. My eyes dropped to the floor, it was one of the things I did when I knew that I was about to hurt someone, “Matt,” I said, “there’s something I need to tell you. Something you may not like to hear.” “What could you possibly say that would put me off you. You’re gorgeous Martina, you’re funny, you’re smart, you’re…and you like me!” I liked the way he ran out of words to describe me but I suppose some of the most. Cloud leaned against him, clad only in one of her satin nightgowns and shivering even in the heated room. Her arms found their way around DeadShot’s neck as he picked her up and carried her from the room they shared. “It’ll be okay…” DeadShot grabbed his trench coat and threw it over her before heading out to his car and placing her in the passenger seat. Cloud swallowed, keeping her eyes on her husband and doing a decent job of keeping her breathing even for the moment. She made no move for.