[He wasn't going to let her anywhere near those daggers, not if he could help it. Letting go of the necklace, he grabbed for her other wrist and pushed, trying to trap her arms against the ground. Thought had slowed down, allowing him to just act. He shifted to keep important bits of anatomy out of reach of knees and feet, leaning in to kiss her again. Most of Shinzon's ideas of romance had a psychic attachment, and with no way to create that link, he relied on muscle instinct.]
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