castle/warehouse 13 fic; just you and me feelin' the heat
just you and me feelin' the heat | warehouse 13/castle; myka/beckett | 5068 words | pg | written for literary_critic | what happens when a case sends Myka Bering to the 12th Precinct of the NYPD? | au crossover
( Myka traces the artefact to New York. )
( Myka traces the artefact to New York. )
Secondly, I firmly think the "shit, shit, shit" line was inspired by my telling the story of how Kris and I met.
(A tiny voice in her head says it really shouldn't matter to her if Kate Beckett happens to fall under the influence of this particular artefact. By comparison to what they usually deal with, this is fairly innocuous. But still, it's her job to protect people she reminds herself. That's why she needs to get this artefact as soon as possible. There is no other reason.)
Myka isn't a loud lover; she breathes her pleasure in soft sighs and gasps and it leaves Kate breathless.
(So does the feel of Myka's lips trailing down her body.)
The world outside them fades away; no Warehouse, no artefacts, no 12th precinct or partner.
There's just the reality of each other.
She closes her eyes; she doesn't want to actually watch Kate leave.
I just have to go to the most appropriate .gif I have to sum up my feelings on this:
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Secondly, I firmly think the "shit, shit, shit" line was inspired by my telling the story of how Kris and I met. I would totally say this was true but actually I've been working on this for Paula since before your voice post and they were one of the first lines I wrote. BUT. Maybe it was our psychicness at work again? ENTIRELY POSSIBLE.
LMAO AT THAT ADELE .GIF. SERIOUSLY, PERFECTION.
Glad you like it love! <3
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