Something weird was going on. And it wasn’t just the cheese ball decorations Elizabeth had okayed going up everywhere in the City or the cheerful holiday music softly-and annoyingly-playing through the halls. It wasn’t even the fact that this evening, a few days before his paid time off, the consoles were gushing electricity like sparklers or
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That. Was. Fantastic!
Though the mental imagery of John wearing Elizabeth's shirt is doing a pretteh good job of making sure I have some whacko dreams tonight. LOL
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Enter clueless Rodney, who I want to squish. <3 Though I think Radek's my favorite. <---- *weird*
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I can't imagine Elizabeth's ever going to be able to wear that shirt again. If John doesn't rip the seams getting if off, Elizabeth just might. Gives a whole new meaning to the phrase "bodice ripper," doesn't it? *cackles*
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When I was writing it (and you know you have so much more behind the scenes than what ended up on paper)I made it so Elizabeth had no idea. I'd love to have vocalized what she was thinking about seeing that John had accidentally put on her shirt, which was all kinds of hows and whys. :D
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This was fun. It's all about the muse, baby. Whatever she's pitchin', I'm takin' that day. ;0
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