BP and MissMargaret Present: A Mini-fic-athon of the 100th (10/27)
M? Just so you know, I really don't want this to ever stop. :)
Part 9 was here.
Title: Hang Your Heart In Lights Above Me.
Author: billpickle
What was that whole thing about insanity?
Oh yeah, the idea of doing something overandoverandover, only to expect a different outcome every time.
He loosens his tie and falls heavily atop his bed. Bones had stayed over a few nights ago (she wasn't feeling well, so he had offered her his bed) and, as he inhales, his goddamn sheets still smell like her.
Vanilla and Bones.
He fists handful of sheet and rips them off the mattress. He's angry. At himself, at her, at the idea that nobody makes him feel the way that she does-- that nobody could ever have such a handle on his heart.
Not like her.
Of all the women in the world, he just had to fall in love with this one, didn't he?
He closes his eyes; remembers the way her lips felt, remembers the way that sparks were sent coursing through his body when his hands clasped her waist.
There was a moment.
She was in that kiss with him.
And she let go.
Just a little bit.
He lets out a low, frustrated sigh; wonders if when she finally falls, he won't be the one who catches her.
Part 11 will be here.
Part 9 was here.
Title: Hang Your Heart In Lights Above Me.
Author: billpickle
What was that whole thing about insanity?
Oh yeah, the idea of doing something overandoverandover, only to expect a different outcome every time.
He loosens his tie and falls heavily atop his bed. Bones had stayed over a few nights ago (she wasn't feeling well, so he had offered her his bed) and, as he inhales, his goddamn sheets still smell like her.
Vanilla and Bones.
He fists handful of sheet and rips them off the mattress. He's angry. At himself, at her, at the idea that nobody makes him feel the way that she does-- that nobody could ever have such a handle on his heart.
Not like her.
Of all the women in the world, he just had to fall in love with this one, didn't he?
He closes his eyes; remembers the way her lips felt, remembers the way that sparks were sent coursing through his body when his hands clasped her waist.
There was a moment.
She was in that kiss with him.
And she let go.
Just a little bit.
He lets out a low, frustrated sigh; wonders if when she finally falls, he won't be the one who catches her.
Part 11 will be here.