OOC: Based on discussions for family-legacy. This may or may not have ever happened.Daphne had drifted off to sleep a few minutes ago. Matt smiled drowsily at her. She was so beautiful, and all his. He reached out and tenderly brushed a bit of her flyaway mop of hair out of her face. He could really get used to this ( Read more... )

There was a knock at the door, and Matt grinned. That was Daphne. He could hear her impatience with waiting even the few moments it was going to take him to get to the door. His speedster was adorable. He slid the rose between his teeth and opened the door, leaning against the doorjamb in his sexiest pose, wearing jeans and nothing else. “Wow,” she ( Read more... )

thinking. And that was always a bad thing to do when trying to get the jump on Matt Parkman. He’d been just planning on giving them a scare, maybe flash his badge with a mental push to get the fuck out, when one of them made the mistake of thinking about Daphne. Nice looking blonde, wonder if we’ll have time to try her out before we gotta run…He ( Read more... )

Newly promoted Detective Parkman watched the detective outside the interrogation room for a moment before approaching him. “Hey, Jim,” he said with his charming smile. “They’ve switched some stuff around, this is my case now.” He reinforced it with a mental command: Everything’s in order. You don’t want this case anyway.Jim let out a sigh of relief ( Read more... )