Quotes About Tension

Anger, disappointment, sadness were the all-too-familiar horsemen preceding any encounter with her family.

The room was filled with the electricity of mistakes about to be made.

More clench than butt cheeks.

Merri-Lee ripped herself away and scampered for her YSL heels. She slid

she looked into the face of the soldier

There are German soldiers on every corner.

He knew that his parents cringed a little, as he did, when Fritz

He's going to say it, I just know he is … "Let's see what happens.

At a growl from Kety, the procession paused in front of the entering Barrayarans. Miles heard Kety's voice, icy-cold: "Congratulations, Lord Vorpatril. I hope you may be fortunate enough to survive your victory." "Huh?" said Ivan. Oh

Bothari maintained an admirable stillness, against the wall, but Miles could feel his eyes boring through his shoulder blades with his sharpest what-the-hell-are-you-doing-now look. Miles did not turn.

Miles sighed inwardly, wishing he could flood the entire pavilion with fast-penta. The haut were all so damned controlled, they looked like they were lying even when they weren't. "I wonder, haut Kety, if you would introduce me to Governor haut Slyke Giaja. As an Imperial relation of sorts myself, I can't help feeling he is something of my opposite number." The

He let his head rest against the crisp cloth of her uniform jacket a moment longer. She shifted, her arms reaching toward him. Was she about to hug him? If she did, Miles decided, he was going to grab her and kiss her right there. And then see what happened— Behind him, Galeni's office doors swished open. Elli and he both flinched away from each other, Elli coming to parade rest with a toss of her short dark curls, Miles just standing and cursing inwardly at the interruption. He

It was the fault of the hand massage; it lulled her. She said unthinkingly, "What?" "Fall in love with you. Sweet Ista." She jerked back. She had heard that endearment before, but not on those lips. "Don't call me that." "Bitter Ista?" His brows climbed. "Cranky Ista? Cross, ill-tempered, cantankerous Ista?" She snorted; he relaxed, and his lips quirked again.

The sound Miles's ears had been straining for penetrated the din at last, a high-pitched, multi-faceted whine that grew louder and louder. They loomed down out of the boiling scarlet-tinged clouds like monstrous beetles, carapaced and winged, feet extending even as they watched. Fully armored combat-drop shuttles, two, three, six . . . seven, eight . . . Miles's lips moved as he counted. Thirteen, fourteen, by God. They had managed to get #B-7 out of the shop in time. Miles

Rowdy braced himself. He could feel the sexual tension beginning to heat up in the room. His cousins had waited years for this. Hell, they all had. "I'm not sharing her." The words were out of Rowdy's mouth before he could stop them.

Maybe it's hungry," she suggested, her voice low but definitely goading now. "Do you keep kitty kibble around?" Silence

Wait! Her palm flattened against the perspiration-damp flesh of his abs. Wait? For what? Interruptions? Explosions? Fuck, he'd kill the son of a bitch stupid enough to wake him . Stupid enough to disturb him. He'd kill. I want you. Honest-to-God chill bumps raced up his fucking spine at the huskily whispered words. Then let me give you, me

Jessica, you are a pain in the arse, do you know that? If I were not so immensely fond of you, I should throw you out the window. She wrapped her arms about his waist and laid her head against his chest. Not merely 'fond,' but 'immensely fond.' Oh Dain, I do believe I shall swoon. Not now, he said crossly. I haven't time to pick you up.

And so I beat him and beat him until he kissed me. And then I kept on beating him until he did it properly.

She longed to throw something at him. A chair. Herself.

Beneath his well-trimmed goatee, Murray's mouth was flat and hard. "Bring her up to my office." And with that, he walked away to the private elevators. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Glaring at the girl, Trace asked, "Happy now?" She looked almost smug when she said, "Getting there." She gave a pointed look at his hand on her arm.

Eyes narrowing, she whispered, "Are you accusing me of PMS?

I've created a monster, he muttered thickly and quickly positioned her over his lap. I need to come, Grace. Bad. I'm shaking like a virgin, but you've got some catching up to do.

Jane gave Heffie an anxious look. It said Please forgive me. It also said What is your problem? and Have a nice day Pleasantness was the machismo of the Midwest. There was something athletic about it. You flexed your face into a smile and let it hover there like the dare of a cat