Carmen sat with her hands clutched together tightly as the plane taxied out to the runway.
The fingers of one hand clutched her throat, while the other warded off her blows.
Chris grinned and clutched her coffee cup.
She rubbed her arms as cold fingers clutched at her heart.
She clutched the blanket under her chin and shivered.
"God, you scared me!" were her first words as she came to the bed and clutched my hand as tears rolled down her cheeks.
He clutched his head and gave a small moan.
She clutched her stomach as pain pierced her concentration.
Deidre clutched at the material of his shirt.
Just then Fred returned, a mile-wide smirk on his face, a ream of papers clutched in his hand.
As he drew her toward him in an embrace, she clutched the dress with her arms.
Relieved when she gave him a warning look and disappeared into the bathroom, the letter clutched in one hand.
She clutched at him, and he tightened his grip around her, dragging their bodies together.
He clutched his chest.
She clutched his wrists, the logical side of her brain preparing to remove his hands from her face, the emotional side wishing he would repeat the kiss.
Arnie clutched at her bloodied hand, too maddened to heed his danger.
Toby clutched it and twisted in the branch's grip, until he could see the dark storm clouds moving slowly across the sky.
Cynthia Byrne clutched the armrest firmly during take off and landing, reacting to each noise anew.
She clutched her coat closer and walked back to him.
Damian clutched his brother's necklace in one hand, the reins to his horse in another.
His tiny fist clutched the outer seam of her jeans.
The lyrics clutched at her heart.
She stared at the pillow clutched in her arms, suddenly understanding the other side of Xander, the one that remained beyond loyal to a woman who had died tens of thousands of years ago.
To her surprise an unseen hand clutched her and held her suspended in the air.
An impish fear clutched my hand, so that I could not write any more that day.
If they were permanently congealed, and small enough to be clutched, they would, perchance, be carried off by slaves, like precious stones, to adorn the heads of emperors; but being liquid, and ample, and secured to us and our successors forever, we disregard them, and run after the diamond of Kohinoor.
After this volley the regimental commander clutched at his leg; several soldiers fell, and a second lieutenant who was holding the flag let it fall from his hands.