“It’s orientation, actually,” she corrects. “The real deal will be sometime three months from now when we’re finally trusted to be in the field without a leash.” Oh snappppp
Later, when Frank snatches her plate from the table, she finds his card. On the back is a phone number that she knows isn’t a Bureau number. Feelingssssss
“Yeah, Hannah,” he nods, grinning, pleased that at least one person bothers to notice or care about the existence of the most important thing in his life.
Bawwwwwwwwh
She ignores the comfort with which he seems to have invaded her little space, watching as he steals a fry from her plate, now pushed to the side and relatively discarded, and shrugs again.
THEY'RE SO INTIMATE AND THEY'RE STILL BASICALLY STRANGERS AT THIS POINT I CANNOT
She snorts a laugh and shakes her head. “Two weeks ago you were shouting about how we should all just quit and go home if we were going to treat the simulations like a game.” He turns serious for a moment, and her breathing all but stops when his eyes meet hers. “I said I’d trust you.” ... He looks back at her, and reaches out to touch her hand, thumb passing over her knuckles briefly. “You’re not like them.”
;OIGHOESRGHSNEKRJGNEKRJGHAKE.RHGAKEG
“You knew when I gave you that card that you could call me anytime, right?” he asks, smiling a little. He waits for her to nod and then says, “I don’t just
( ... )
THEY'RE SO INTIMATE AND THEY'RE STILL BASICALLY STRANGERS AT THIS POINT I CANNOT
XD THEY JUST MAKE THEMSELVES THAT WAY. I hope it's not too strange or weird. The next couple of ficlets should help explain a little more about what they are thinking and feeling.
She tries not to think about earlier, about his little blonde haired daughter and her shiny shoes, how the little girl’s mere presence made him beam from ear to ear, wider and brighter than she’d thought possible for the usually reserved David Cole. OMAHGAWD. The warm fuzzies. Can't. Even. Can't even can. Just. Can't.
She tries not to watch the movement of his throat or the flick of his tongue over his lips. “I’d trust you now.” SO MUCH UST. HOLY MOSES.
“I said I’d trust you.” ^^^^^^^^^^^
On the back is a phone number that she knows isn’t a Bureau number. FLIRTY!DAVID. WUT.
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“I don’t just hand them out to any greenie on the street, Agent Grayson.” STOP. JUST STOP IT RIGHT NOW. DON'T STOP. NEVER STOP.
SO MUCH UST. HOLY MOSES. NGL, this is really my Gary lust coming out. I project a lot. XD
FLIRTY!DAVID. WUT. Actually, no. Sorry. He wasn't flirting. I feel like I haven't done a very good job of explaining how they even ended up talking, so I will have to correct that in the next few ficlets.
Actually, no. Sorry. He wasn't flirting. Hmmmm. Yeah, I think I got that by the end. But at first everything was all UST-y in my head. But.... that may have been *me* projecting. So. :D
FINE. DON'T STOP. IT'S FINE. I'll JUST MELT INTO A PUDDLE OF SAM.
Nervous Jules in that sense is odd. Kinda reminds me she is human and not just this awesome, seemingly super human, can fix everything ever force. Groulnds her in my mind.
I'm glad you said this because I feel like some of these characters have become larger than life and that it's necessary to show how they've grown and become who they are.
“Yeah, Hannah,” he nods, grinning, pleased that at least one person bothers to notice or care about the existence of the most important thing in his life. Awwwwww.
His hand settles over her wrist, thumb brushing against her skin in a long slow sweeping motion. His eyes are on her face, and it’s nothing forced, just him touching her, grounding her and bringing her back to the moment. This is so beautiful, IDEK. ♥
Then she grins. “And I don’t hand out my number to any greenie on the street.” :D WIN.
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“It’s orientation, actually,” she corrects. “The real deal will be sometime three months from now when we’re finally trusted to be in the field without a leash.” Oh snappppp
Later, when Frank snatches her plate from the table, she finds his card. On the back is a phone number that she knows isn’t a Bureau number. Feelingssssss
Ugh, all this backstory is delicious. ♥
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Bawwwwwwwwh
She ignores the comfort with which he seems to have invaded her little space, watching as he steals a fry from her plate, now pushed to the side and relatively discarded, and shrugs again.
THEY'RE SO INTIMATE AND THEY'RE STILL BASICALLY STRANGERS AT THIS POINT I CANNOT
She snorts a laugh and shakes her head. “Two weeks ago you were shouting about how we should all just quit and go home if we were going to treat the simulations like a game.”
He turns serious for a moment, and her breathing all but stops when his eyes meet hers.
“I said I’d trust you.”
...
He looks back at her, and reaches out to touch her hand, thumb passing over her knuckles briefly. “You’re not like them.”
;OIGHOESRGHSNEKRJGNEKRJGHAKE.RHGAKEG
“You knew when I gave you that card that you could call me anytime, right?” he asks, smiling a little. He waits for her to nod and then says, “I don’t just ( ... )
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THEY'RE SO INTIMATE AND THEY'RE STILL BASICALLY STRANGERS AT THIS POINT I CANNOT
XD THEY JUST MAKE THEMSELVES THAT WAY. I hope it's not too strange or weird. The next couple of ficlets should help explain a little more about what they are thinking and feeling.
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*DIES*
She tries not to think about earlier, about his little blonde haired daughter and her shiny shoes, how the little girl’s mere presence made him beam from ear to ear, wider and brighter than she’d thought possible for the usually reserved David Cole.
OMAHGAWD. The warm fuzzies. Can't. Even. Can't even can. Just. Can't.
She tries not to watch the movement of his throat or the flick of his tongue over his lips. “I’d trust you now.”
SO MUCH UST. HOLY MOSES.
“I said I’d trust you.”
^^^^^^^^^^^
On the back is a phone number that she knows isn’t a Bureau number.
FLIRTY!DAVID. WUT.
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“I don’t just hand them out to any greenie on the street, Agent Grayson.”
STOP. JUST STOP IT RIGHT NOW. DON'T STOP. NEVER STOP.
“Thanks, sir, I -”
“David.”
STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP IT.
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NGL, this is really my Gary lust coming out. I project a lot. XD
FLIRTY!DAVID. WUT.
Actually, no. Sorry. He wasn't flirting. I feel like I haven't done a very good job of explaining how they even ended up talking, so I will have to correct that in the next few ficlets.
STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP IT.
NEVER. XD
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Actually, no. Sorry. He wasn't flirting.
Hmmmm. Yeah, I think I got that by the end. But at first everything was all UST-y in my head. But.... that may have been *me* projecting. So. :D
FINE. DON'T STOP. IT'S FINE. I'll JUST MELT INTO A PUDDLE OF SAM.
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I'm glad you said this because I feel like some of these characters have become larger than life and that it's necessary to show how they've grown and become who they are.
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Awwwwww.
His hand settles over her wrist, thumb brushing against her skin in a long slow sweeping motion. His eyes are on her face, and it’s nothing forced, just him touching her, grounding her and bringing her back to the moment.
This is so beautiful, IDEK. ♥
Then she grins. “And I don’t hand out my number to any greenie on the street.”
:D WIN.
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Thank you, bb! They are too presh for the room really.
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