TWW: The Art of Persuasion
Title: The Art of Persuasion
Author: shutterbug_12
Characters: Sam/Mallory
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Only borrowing. Make love, not lawsuits.
Summary: Sam learns a thing or two about persuasion.
Author's Note: Post-20 Hours in America. 135 words. For lauriestein, who asked for "P is for Persuasion" in the alphabet meme. Feedback and concrit is love.
Sam slumped into the backseat of a mustard-yellow cab--an atrocious match, he thought, for Mallory's emerald-green dress. "I think I feel up to a drink before I collapse into bed," he said, driven by the spark of a renewed hope to speak. "The Round Robin's down the street."
Mallory raised an eyebrow--a moment's intrigue defeated by practicality. She reached for his loose bow tie and slapped his chin with it. "You wouldn't make it."
"A couple blocks?" He fell silent before he chuckled. "You're right. I wouldn't." He waited for the echo of her laughter to fade before he met her eyes. "How about breakfast?"
At six o'clock, he found her at the Left Bank, drenched in a sunbeam at a table near the window.
Over coffee and croissants, she kissed him. No persuasion necessary.
Author: shutterbug_12
Characters: Sam/Mallory
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Only borrowing. Make love, not lawsuits.
Summary: Sam learns a thing or two about persuasion.
Author's Note: Post-20 Hours in America. 135 words. For lauriestein, who asked for "P is for Persuasion" in the alphabet meme. Feedback and concrit is love.
Sam slumped into the backseat of a mustard-yellow cab--an atrocious match, he thought, for Mallory's emerald-green dress. "I think I feel up to a drink before I collapse into bed," he said, driven by the spark of a renewed hope to speak. "The Round Robin's down the street."
Mallory raised an eyebrow--a moment's intrigue defeated by practicality. She reached for his loose bow tie and slapped his chin with it. "You wouldn't make it."
"A couple blocks?" He fell silent before he chuckled. "You're right. I wouldn't." He waited for the echo of her laughter to fade before he met her eyes. "How about breakfast?"
At six o'clock, he found her at the Left Bank, drenched in a sunbeam at a table near the window.
Over coffee and croissants, she kissed him. No persuasion necessary.