"Yeah, turn it to zero," Jared replies. Relief washes over him when the water shuts off a moment later. "Sweet baby Jesus, thank you," he breathes.
His hands tighten on her knees when she starts to move. It's a reflexive move because, at first, he thinks she's falling. It takes him a second to realize that she's just adjusting and his grip loosens again. He tries to shake his sopping bangs out of his eyes, but all he probably manages is to make her more uncomfortable with the movement. "Sorry," he says quickly, realizing that a second too late.
But then she tells him to put her down and Jared can still feel the vines thick and tight, curled around his legs from his ankles up to his junk. "About that..." he says reproachfully. "I can't really move..." This is going to hurt like a fucker, isn't it? He can't just leave her up there, obviously, but he also can't crouch to let her climb down.
Sighing heavily, Jared lets go of her knees and holds his hands up higher. "Take my hands. I'm going to bend forward and tuck my chin. You're going to have to slide off and then get these fucking things off me so we can get the hell out of here, okay?" If he sounds a little bit panicked at the latter part of that, it's because a tiny part of him is a little afraid that she's going to cut and run. ...he fucking would, if he were her.
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His hands tighten on her knees when she starts to move. It's a reflexive move because, at first, he thinks she's falling. It takes him a second to realize that she's just adjusting and his grip loosens again. He tries to shake his sopping bangs out of his eyes, but all he probably manages is to make her more uncomfortable with the movement. "Sorry," he says quickly, realizing that a second too late.
But then she tells him to put her down and Jared can still feel the vines thick and tight, curled around his legs from his ankles up to his junk. "About that..." he says reproachfully. "I can't really move..." This is going to hurt like a fucker, isn't it? He can't just leave her up there, obviously, but he also can't crouch to let her climb down.
Sighing heavily, Jared lets go of her knees and holds his hands up higher. "Take my hands. I'm going to bend forward and tuck my chin. You're going to have to slide off and then get these fucking things off me so we can get the hell out of here, okay?" If he sounds a little bit panicked at the latter part of that, it's because a tiny part of him is a little afraid that she's going to cut and run. ...he fucking would, if he were her.