Prompt 98: Star

“Nero Wolfe, My Name is Earl, We certainly have the spectrum.” Holly quipped as she and Eliot returned the spoils of the team’s Friday night movie binge. Eliot dropped The Lady Killers into the queue.

“What are you saying?”

“I dunno.” Holly shrugged, season two of Buffy following season three of Coupling down the shoot. “We went from ( Read more... )

Prompt 94: Sea

The sea. Sitting on the shore the only land you will see is where you are. Some where across the horizon was another place. Another country. Across the sea, a finite distance. And infinite distance. By the sea everything is poetic, everything is pensive, everything is relaxing. Sherlock sighed and leaned back on his elbows, legs out ( Read more... )

Prompt 87: Journey

She’d lived on this earth 21 years. But her life was that of a 120 year old. She’d only had six years choosing her own way. Her life’s journey was not her own. Her experiences were both vast and minuscule. She had lived, and yet she hadn’t. And then she met Eliot.

He had three years on her, but three times more life. She’d been ( Read more... )

Prompt 81: Thunder

The thunder didn’t wake him; a loud noise in London was nothing to disturb your slumber over. No, what woke him was not the pane rattling boom that followed lightning. No, instead what woke him was the nearly inaudible sound of small bare feet on wood.

“Pater?” Georgiana whispered. Sherlock looked to the ajar door his daughter ( Read more... )

Prompt 77: Week

Had it only been a week? A week? She walked into their office, gave them a dorky little wave and boom she was in their life. Taking over Nate’s office, delivering facts after the briefest of observations, bringing up the past between Nate and Sophie. She was there geeking with Hardison and needling Parker. Turning their lives upside ( Read more... )

Prompt 72: Taste

I have often written of how Wolfe dislikes women, upon introspection I find that untrue. Annie is very much a woman. He doesn’t show it always but Wolfe loves her very much.

Wolfe doesn’t dislike women, he dislikes fools. Not to say all women are fools, but they’ve got a hell of a batting average. It’s not their fault, you don’t get ( Read more... )

Prompt 68: Sight

“I like your glasses.” Holly said sitting in Eliot’s lap. They were relaxing at home; shoes kicked off, contacts disposed of. Eliot smiled; he didn’t know many women who preferred his glasses to contacts. Holly found them sexy as hell. And lo and behold he thought her thick black framed specs were better than cleavage.

They both had ( Read more... )

Prompt 64: Winter

Splat! A cold, wet ball of snow knocked his hat off. Surprised he whipped around. Irene smiled coyly, giving a small wave with a wet hand.

“You!” he exclaimed scrambling for his hat and a snowball for retaliation. She hit him again when she bent. His throw missed. She lobbed another. He ducked and rushed her, sweeping her off her ( Read more... )

Prompt 47: Lost

Holly was frantically searching the sofa when he walked in. her search demanded all of her attention and she didn’t notice him. She didn’t like when he looked at her, she’d make a face and ruin the moment. But with her distraction he was free to do as he pleased.

She was five even, blessed with curves that men adored, but fashion ( Read more... )

Prompt 45: Light

Holly pulled him into her apartment by the lapels of his leather jacket. She felt a little like Data from Star Trek. ‘I’m feeling… lust, sir. I kind of like it.’ Although not a virgin, she was still new to the game of love and when Eliot’s boot closed her door insecurity crept in. She did her best to mask it with a smile. She ( Read more... )