*contemplates changing fc to Rose Leslie to differentiate from that one other oc that’s frustratingly like my muse*
Monthly Archives: January 2015
She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.
Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
Summer stood there, blinking, hands still full of dripping plate. That hadn’t been the plan — there hadn’t /been/ a plan. Some part of her mind, exiled behind walls of forgotten things, had made that list, taking over her hands. It was clearly an organized, disciplined part — but meeting even more people, this soon, had not been part of the plan, such as it was.
After a moment, she finished washing the plates and put them in the dish drainer. When she came back to the table, she tore the top sheet off the pad and wrote on the next page, ‘tell about the girls.’
Derek didn’t miss her pause and look of confusion. He just let her go back to the dishes and then when she sat down and wrote, he chuckled. “Say please,” he teased with a small grin, wanting her to look a little happier.
After giving him a brief look indicating she saw right through his ploy, she clasped her hands together. Once again the most transparently innocent, pleading, sweet expression came over her face. She even batted her eyelashes.
“What’re you looking for, hon?”
“I am looking for a certain photo.”
“First step in finding things: where’s the last place you saw it?”
It’s weird, how young all the models these days seem. She supposes it’s because of how old she feels, honestly.
She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.
Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
She poked her head back in, hands full of dripping plate, and made an expression of listening.
Derek turned to grin at her. “You’re going to meet some of the girls tomorrow. They’ll help with all this,” he said, holding the pad up and then going back to it and pulling his phone out.
Summer stood there, blinking, hands still full of dripping plate. That hadn’t been the plan — there hadn’t /been/ a plan. Some part of her mind, exiled behind walls of forgotten things, had made that list, taking over her hands. It was clearly an organized, disciplined part — but meeting even more people, this soon, had not been part of the plan, such as it was.
After a moment, she finished washing the plates and put them in the dish drainer. When she came back to the table, she tore the top sheet off the pad and wrote on the next page, ‘tell about the girls.’
christmas presents
“Cold,” she laughed, even as the metal warmed up to her skin. “It’s fine, love.” She pulled her hair over one shoulder, piling it up in her lap, and looked back at him over the other shoulder. “Happy Christmas.”
Automatically reaching out to smooth her beautiful hair back, he beamed and kissed her sweetly, pulling her into a hug. “Happy Christmas, Summer. Now, what do you normally do for the holidays?”
“Watch Mythbusters, eat finger foods, drink hot chocolate, and lounge around with my new toys,” she reeled off. One hand crept up to finger the charms on her new necklace. “It’s not very exciting. What about you?”
He couldn’t swallow that moan, and shifted again, rubbing himself against the bed. “If you ask me that again I’m going to kill you,” he said, slightly breathless. “Assuming I’m not so boneless I can’t move. Then I’ll just get the cat to kill you, later.”
“I’m sure you’ll get me back at some point.” He chuckled and curled his fingers around his hips, effectively pinning him to the bed as he moved down even lower. Pressing a kiss to Summer’s lower spine, he coaxed his legs apart and tenderly traced a fingertip around his entrance.
He twitched, a jolt up through his body of simultaneous surprise and desire. After a second, he lifted his hips minutely, a sort of silent apology for the abrupt motion.
the Tale of Sir Isaac
“Be still,” she murmured, nearly inaudible, “be still … “
A petulant pout formed on his lips but he obeyed without question, hips stilling and lowering to the bed as he turned to face her. “I love you so much, Summer…”
His only answer was her soft breathing. Even in sleep her hand drifted across his skin, as if she couldn’t bear not knowing for sure if he was there. The emotional privation of the past three months was written clearly in lines on her face, lines that hadn’t been there before.
okay i followed everyone
like this post if you want a personal starter tomorrow after I’ve finished my four(?) drafts