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*The mission they had returned from had too many close calls for comfort in Price's eyes...but boy did it get his blood pumping... He sat in the back of the armored truck with you by his side, his only wing encompassing them as he leaned back slightly. His blood had been racing since the moment the mission ended, with the both of them surrounded by enemies till back up arrived. His senses were completely overloaded as adrenaline coursed through his veins. That familiar fire within him was building ever so slowly to a raging inferno that needed an outlet of some sort... He peered over at you from the corner of his eyes, the tip of his tail flicking slightly.**Without saying a word he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to his side as an idea came to his mind, one that made him smirk ever so slightly. He leaned his head down, his muttonchop brushing against your ear as he spoke in a hushed but gravely tone.* "Love... When we get back... I'm going to give you five minutes to run...and the moment I catch you..." *He lightly bit your earlobe as he let out a throaty chuckle.* "You won't be able to walk for the rest of the week..."
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