Re: Bored librarians are dangerous librarians 3/3contrary_izybelMarch 13 2011, 08:19:25 UTC
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The head librarian shushed his assistant as she fell behind the counter with a loud thump. It wasn’t her fault. It was that stupid custodian who insisted on waxing the floor every day, despite her firmly worded letter asking him to please stop. One could not run in fashionable heels when floors were that slick. It was impossible. Unnatural even.
“Did I miss it?” She gasped, peeking out from behind the desk with wide, curious eyes.
“No, no. Just another minute now.” He glanced from his pocket watch to the grandfather clock with an irritated expression. Kids now a days, always being a bother with their tardiness.
And there they were. Mr. Thatch arrived first, having rushed forward so he could hold open the door for Miss Porter. His excited babble reduced in volume but not in quantity as he explained his newest research to the young lady. She listened politely, occasionally gasping and clapping in excitement over the concepts he was sharing. Together they walked through the shelves, pointing out interesting books the other had never thought to read. And when they gathered their piles the pair sat not in a corner or in front of a window but instead at a table across the room.
And for hours they would read together, occasionally pointing out interesting tidbits or giggling at academic jokes. And when their usual four hours in the library was over they left together, his hand lightly brushing against hers until she finally caught it.
“That was too easy.” The older librarian chuckled, smiling warmly at the pair before returning to work.
“Far too easy.” His assistant agreed, eyes traveling towards another pair of patrons.
“None of that. We have work to do.”
‘Oh well’, she thought sadly, ‘Miss Belle will just have to wait.’
Re: Bored librarians are dangerous librarians 3/3contrary_izybelMarch 13 2011, 18:02:20 UTC
...Is it bad that now I want a Milo/Belle/Jane fluffy polyamorous relationship? I mean, I don't even want the sex, I just want them all living together and being fluffy and sweet and in a threesome. (^_^)'
The head librarian shushed his assistant as she fell behind the counter with a loud thump. It wasn’t her fault. It was that stupid custodian who insisted on waxing the floor every day, despite her firmly worded letter asking him to please stop. One could not run in fashionable heels when floors were that slick. It was impossible. Unnatural even.
“Did I miss it?” She gasped, peeking out from behind the desk with wide, curious eyes.
“No, no. Just another minute now.” He glanced from his pocket watch to the grandfather clock with an irritated expression. Kids now a days, always being a bother with their tardiness.
And there they were. Mr. Thatch arrived first, having rushed forward so he could hold open the door for Miss Porter. His excited babble reduced in volume but not in quantity as he explained his newest research to the young lady. She listened politely, occasionally gasping and clapping in excitement over the concepts he was sharing. Together they walked through the shelves, pointing out interesting books the other had never thought to read. And when they gathered their piles the pair sat not in a corner or in front of a window but instead at a table across the room.
And for hours they would read together, occasionally pointing out interesting tidbits or giggling at academic jokes. And when their usual four hours in the library was over they left together, his hand lightly brushing against hers until she finally caught it.
“That was too easy.” The older librarian chuckled, smiling warmly at the pair before returning to work.
“Far too easy.” His assistant agreed, eyes traveling towards another pair of patrons.
“None of that. We have work to do.”
‘Oh well’, she thought sadly, ‘Miss Belle will just have to wait.’
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That was amazing. I absolutely loved it and now I kind of really want to hear about Belle's turn. Haha
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