WIP Fic Meme
The WIP meme: post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations.
Meme stolen from clair_de_lune because I can never ever pass this meme up. Just like last time, I'm doing another meme alongside it: Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or ( Read more... )
Meme stolen from clair_de_lune because I can never ever pass this meme up. Just like last time, I'm doing another meme alongside it: Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or ( Read more... )
"Sixteen days ago," Clio replied.
"Troubles at home?" Allison asked with mock-sympathy.
"My boyfriend's been out of town," Clio informed her crisply.
"For how long?" Allison asked.
"Sixteen days," Clio responded, as if the answer must be entirely obvious.
"So you had sex the day he left?"
"Yes."
"And when was the last time prior to that occurrence?" Allison queried.
"Well there was twice that morning, actually, but other than that it would have been the night prior," Clio responded immediately, feeling, for the first time, uneasy with Dorea's presence in the room.
"I see..." Allison said, making some kind of a note. "And how often do you and your boyfriend engage in sexual relations, would you say?"
"Given an option, I wouldn't say," Clio snapped back.
"Clio... this is fairly standard questioning, dear," Dorea informed her gently before Allison could speak up. "Would you prefer if I stepped outside?"
"No," Clio said quickly. "No...
"Once or twice a day, I guess," she replied eventually, redirecting her answer toward Allison.
"Once or twice a day?" Allison asked, her quill stopping mid-stroke.
"Sometimes more if he's home at lunchtime?" Clio offered as Dorea buried something between a gasp and a laugh to her side.
"What?" Clio asked, a little confused.
"He gets you to have sex several times a day?" Allison asked, bewilderment written across her face.
"What do you mean 'gets me to'?" Clio asked in great confusion. "I like sex. Why the hell wouldn't we have sex several times a day? You've seen him. Hell, you dated him."
"I... well..." Allison bumbled, and despite the situation Clio found herself smiling at the sight. "What method of birth control do you use?"
"Contraceptive spell," Clio replied, grateful for a far less invasive question.
"Every time?" Allison asked, watching the dark-haired girl closely as she awaited an answer.
"Y-Yes," Clio stumbled. "Er, I mean, I think so. Yes."
"Yes or you think so?" Allison asked, predatory gleam in her eyes.
"I would say yes," Clio answered coolly, "but there's an awful lot of times to remember."
Allison scowled a little and scribbled something on her pad.
"Lets get to the test then, shall we?" Allison suggested.
Even though she'd known it was coming, known it was inevitable, the very reason she was here, Clio's heart pounded madly in her throat at the blonde's words. She couldn't be pregnant. She was a couple of days away from nineteen years old, there was a war on, she hated kids. She simply couldn't, wouldn't be pregnant.
She shut her eyes as Allison's wand moved over her midsection and Dorea squeezed her hand tightly in quiet, steady support. Even behind closed eyelids, she could see the glow of the spell as the wand did its work.
"Congratulations," Allison said with a sickening amount of triumph in her voice and Clio was nearly overwhelmed with a sense of vertigo. "You're pregnant, Miss Harper. With twins."
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THANK YOU!!
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I'm such an ass. :p
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