grateful that you're here.
Thank you so much for coming up here." She whispered in to his shoulder.
He kissed the top of her head.
"Anytime, babe. Anytime. But last time I checked, Marty was getting pretty
mad that the two of us were so late. So let's get us back down to ground
level."
Groaning as he got up, he pushed his body
back down the floor hole and disappeared for a few minutes, banging perusing.
Once it fell silent, Harrison's upper body
reappeared. "Alright Radcliffe you're going to slide your legs down and
wrap your arms tightly around my neck just like last time but hold on
stronger. Can you do it?"
"Of course I can." She replied,
blocking out the memory of last time when her shaky hands had accidently let go
of Harrison and she nearly fell to her almost certain death.
Harrison sat on the floor with his legs
dangling down the hole and she did the same, opposite of him, then carefully
leaned over and wrapped her arms around his neck as tightly as she could with
him still breathing.
He skimmed down the wire with his feet for
a moment or two, then pulled a free fall until Molly's body followed suit and
was dangling in the air, Harrison's hands gripping the thick wire.
He did his best not to show his strain and
not to groan in his distress, but Molly saw it anyway it was hard enough to
handle his own body weight, let alone hers of a hundred and twenty.
"Almost there." He whispered in
to her curly mass of hair, his voice straining, like the rest of him.
Molly took a peek down and saw that he was
just trying to make her feel better. He had noticed sooner than she that she
was trembling everywhere.
"Okay Molls, when I tell you to, I want
you to lean your foot back as much as you can. Ready? Now."
Molly stretched her foot until it landed on
firm ground.
Harrison winced as he let go of the wire
with one hand and swung that arm around Molly, placing his hand on the wire
once again. "Okay, I got you good. Take the other foot off of my thigh and
get the ground with your other foot now."
She did, her body stretched out and looking
like a diagonal mark. "Now what?" She asked, her body still
trembling, but now from her own strain as her face turned a deepening pink from
awkward breathing.
"Now I'm going to swing towards the
door and you're going to let go. I'll push you as far as I can and then you
have to finish falling back." He explained, then started swinging back and
forth, Molly having a death grip on her own wrists.
"Now Molls!" He shouted in her
ear. In shock, she let go and the force of his body against hers sent her
flying backwards, landing flat on her back with a deep groan.
"Move girl!" Harrison yelled. She
managed to roll over a few times until she hit the wall. Laying face down, she
stayed that way, cringing when she heard the impact of flesh against tile
floor.
"You okay?" He asked her in a
worried tone.
"I am never going on that damn death
contraption ever again, no matter what Candy Grey says." She said faintly.
Harrison looked skyward with a shake of his
head. "Yeah..."
_______________________________________________________________________
Molly got out of the car, a sharp cry
escaping from the pain of her back. Rubbing her spine, she cringed.
"Dammit Molls, lean against the car. I
don't care what you say there could be something really wrong there. You
landed hard." Harrison said impatiently, turning her around and pushing
her against his truck until it was supporting her, taking some of the strain
away from her back muscles.
Shielding her from the rest of the public
with his own body, he lifted the back of her shirt and examined her back, where
he found bruises of black, purple and blue, stretching a good foot or so from
the middle of her back and spreading around it. "Aw man, Molls...you might
want to go to the hospital and get it checked out that's a lot of
color."
But Molly shook her head, slapping his
hands away and pulling her shirt down to conceal her pain. "What about
you? Are
Thank you so much for coming up here." She whispered in to his shoulder.
He kissed the top of her head.
"Anytime, babe. Anytime. But last time I checked, Marty was getting pretty
mad that the two of us were so late. So let's get us back down to ground
level."
Groaning as he got up, he pushed his body
back down the floor hole and disappeared for a few minutes, banging perusing.
Once it fell silent, Harrison's upper body
reappeared. "Alright Radcliffe you're going to slide your legs down and
wrap your arms tightly around my neck just like last time but hold on
stronger. Can you do it?"
"Of course I can." She replied,
blocking out the memory of last time when her shaky hands had accidently let go
of Harrison and she nearly fell to her almost certain death.
Harrison sat on the floor with his legs
dangling down the hole and she did the same, opposite of him, then carefully
leaned over and wrapped her arms around his neck as tightly as she could with
him still breathing.
He skimmed down the wire with his feet for
a moment or two, then pulled a free fall until Molly's body followed suit and
was dangling in the air, Harrison's hands gripping the thick wire.
He did his best not to show his strain and
not to groan in his distress, but Molly saw it anyway it was hard enough to
handle his own body weight, let alone hers of a hundred and twenty.
"Almost there." He whispered in
to her curly mass of hair, his voice straining, like the rest of him.
Molly took a peek down and saw that he was
just trying to make her feel better. He had noticed sooner than she that she
was trembling everywhere.
"Okay Molls, when I tell you to, I want
you to lean your foot back as much as you can. Ready? Now."
Molly stretched her foot until it landed on
firm ground.
Harrison winced as he let go of the wire
with one hand and swung that arm around Molly, placing his hand on the wire
once again. "Okay, I got you good. Take the other foot off of my thigh and
get the ground with your other foot now."
She did, her body stretched out and looking
like a diagonal mark. "Now what?" She asked, her body still
trembling, but now from her own strain as her face turned a deepening pink from
awkward breathing.
"Now I'm going to swing towards the
door and you're going to let go. I'll push you as far as I can and then you
have to finish falling back." He explained, then started swinging back and
forth, Molly having a death grip on her own wrists.
"Now Molls!" He shouted in her
ear. In shock, she let go and the force of his body against hers sent her
flying backwards, landing flat on her back with a deep groan.
"Move girl!" Harrison yelled. She
managed to roll over a few times until she hit the wall. Laying face down, she
stayed that way, cringing when she heard the impact of flesh against tile
floor.
"You okay?" He asked her in a
worried tone.
"I am never going on that damn death
contraption ever again, no matter what Candy Grey says." She said faintly.
Harrison looked skyward with a shake of his
head. "Yeah..."
_______________________________________________________________________
Molly got out of the car, a sharp cry
escaping from the pain of her back. Rubbing her spine, she cringed.
"Dammit Molls, lean against the car. I
don't care what you say there could be something really wrong there. You
landed hard." Harrison said impatiently, turning her around and pushing
her against his truck until it was supporting her, taking some of the strain
away from her back muscles.
Shielding her from the rest of the public
with his own body, he lifted the back of her shirt and examined her back, where
he found bruises of black, purple and blue, stretching a good foot or so from
the middle of her back and spreading around it. "Aw man, Molls...you might
want to go to the hospital and get it checked out that's a lot of
color."
But Molly shook her head, slapping his
hands away and pulling her shirt down to conceal her pain. "What about
you? Are
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