YA, KATE, GEN, AUrikoJanuary 23 2010, 14:40:57 UTC
"Table it," Kate instructed, raising her voice over the rattle of aging dim sum carts and the more immediate noise of the inevitable argument between Tommy and Eli. Today, it was over the uselessness of keyboard solos. As far as she could tell, they actually agreed. She pinched her nose, felt a headache coming, and tried not to think about the message from her sister on her phone. Like most irritating things, it exerted a gravitational pull on her thoughts --
-- stopped only by Teddy's hand, gentle on her upper arm. "Gotta try the siu mai," he said, and she smiled back.
YA, TOMMY--->KATE, GENattilatehbunJanuary 23 2010, 16:50:49 UTC
Back and forth, round and round and round, they're constantly in motion. But never together, always moving past, always circling around. He leads, then she does, sometimes both at the same time, but never finding the middle space. They are never at the same point at the same time.
Tommy likes motion, obviously. He likes to run, he's always running, it's the only thing he has, and she just dances away. He can never tell if it's on purpose or if she just doesn't see him behind, next to, around.
So Tommy keeps running, and Kate keeps outstripping him at every turn.
Harry Pottter (Draco/Ginny) PGbutterfly_kateJanuary 23 2010, 17:43:06 UTC
Turn around, turn around. She's just staring at the board, absently picking out a coffee and all Draco wants is for her to turn the pissing hell around.
He feels like a fifteen year old, sitting here, wishing for a pretty girl to look at him. But she's not any pretty girl. This is Ginny Weasley, the only girl who will never look at him.
Except she did look, once. Three weeks ago in a beer garden after a very drunken conversation. She looked at him, bit her lip, then kissed him softly. Just once.
I HAVE NEVER PLAYED THIS GAME BEFORE. /cheats a little
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Lead-lined fabric presses into her chest, lies heavy against her bottom ribs, makes it hard to even breath. She tugs at it, adjusting straps and trying to spread the weight around. But these jackets weren't made to be comfortable; they were made to stop bullets from punching holes in your stomach. There's no magic angle that'll make it feel better, just the slow and awkward process of learning to ignore it and get on with your work.
"Didn't frakking miss these," Sharon mutters under her breath. And Karl laughs, his hand rubbing roughly over her neck, just above the collar.
Vorkosigan saga, Miles & EkaterinmagglenagallJanuary 24 2010, 01:06:30 UTC
"Collar straight?"
Miles lifted his chin so Ekaterin could make sure his collar sat evenly above his tunic, with no bunching. He felt a tug as she made an adjustment.
"There," she said, smoothing his tunic over his shoulders, then coming around to check the alignment of his placket. He trusted the two kilos he'd gained over Winterfair - between Ekaterin and Ma Kosti, he needed to start an exercise regimen soon, or else his trousers would soon be too snug - wouldn't be noticeable in his profile.
Ekaterin smiled, then leaned down to kiss him. "Knock 'em dead, love."
Harry Potter, Draco/Ginny, PGbutterfly_kateJanuary 24 2010, 18:43:56 UTC
'Lead the way, Weasley.'
Ginny wished the ground would open and swallow her whole. Never, in a million years had she thought that he'd turn up at her work. His dogged pursuit of her was beginning to drive her insane. She should have just said something when he'd appeared in reception.
'I cannot believe you're actually making me do this, Malfoy,' she said, closing the door behind them.
'I'm not making you do anything.' He took off his jacket and tie. 'It seems to me that you can't resist.'
'I can so.' She rolled up her sleeves. 'But I'm a professional.'
Ashes to Ashes, Gene, AlexmagglenagallJanuary 24 2010, 22:14:33 UTC
"Professional standards of conduct?" Gene threw the memo across his desk. "What the bloody hell does that mean?"
"It means you can't go barging in without a warrant, or leave a suspect alone with Ray, or plant evidence, or--" Alex trailed off at the cold look in Gene's eyes. "It means you're supposed to be above the law, not under it, not even beside it."
"I AM the law!" was his predictable retort.
"Of course you are," she murmured. "The sheriff of Fenchurch East."
"Don't you forget it, Bolls. I'm the law around here. I decide what the poncy 'professional standards of conduct' are."
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Hermione took his hand, noting that it was abnormally clammy.
"It's only dinner, Ron. We aren't in an Acromantula den."
"I know," he said quietly, looking every bit as though he'd prefer that they were.
Hermione led him inside, and they greeted her parents.
"Mum, Dad, you remember Ron."
"Of course," her mother said.
Her father reluctantly stood and, unsmiling, held out his hand to Ron. After an awkward moment, Mrs. Granger motioned them to the dining room.
"Not as bad as spiders?" Hermione whispered.
Ron shook his head and followed her to the table.
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-- stopped only by Teddy's hand, gentle on her upper arm. "Gotta try the siu mai," he said, and she smiled back.
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Tommy likes motion, obviously. He likes to run, he's always running, it's the only thing he has, and she just dances away. He can never tell if it's on purpose or if she just doesn't see him behind, next to, around.
So Tommy keeps running, and Kate keeps outstripping him at every turn.
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He feels like a fifteen year old, sitting here, wishing for a pretty girl to look at him. But she's not any pretty girl. This is Ginny Weasley, the only girl who will never look at him.
Except she did look, once. Three weeks ago in a beer garden after a very drunken conversation. She looked at him, bit her lip, then kissed him softly. Just once.
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Lead-lined fabric presses into her chest, lies heavy against her bottom ribs, makes it hard to even breath. She tugs at it, adjusting straps and trying to spread the weight around. But these jackets weren't made to be comfortable; they were made to stop bullets from punching holes in your stomach. There's no magic angle that'll make it feel better, just the slow and awkward process of learning to ignore it and get on with your work.
"Didn't frakking miss these," Sharon mutters under her breath. And Karl laughs, his hand rubbing roughly over her neck, just above the collar.
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Miles lifted his chin so Ekaterin could make sure his collar sat evenly above his tunic, with no bunching. He felt a tug as she made an adjustment.
"There," she said, smoothing his tunic over his shoulders, then coming around to check the alignment of his placket. He trusted the two kilos he'd gained over Winterfair - between Ekaterin and Ma Kosti, he needed to start an exercise regimen soon, or else his trousers would soon be too snug - wouldn't be noticeable in his profile.
Ekaterin smiled, then leaned down to kiss him. "Knock 'em dead, love."
He grinned back. "Yes, m'lady."
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Ginny wished the ground would open and swallow her whole. Never, in a million years had she thought that he'd turn up at her work. His dogged pursuit of her was beginning to drive her insane. She should have just said something when he'd appeared in reception.
'I cannot believe you're actually making me do this, Malfoy,' she said, closing the door behind them.
'I'm not making you do anything.' He took off his jacket and tie. 'It seems to me that you can't resist.'
'I can so.' She rolled up her sleeves. 'But I'm a professional.'
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"It means you can't go barging in without a warrant, or leave a suspect alone with Ray, or plant evidence, or--" Alex trailed off at the cold look in Gene's eyes. "It means you're supposed to be above the law, not under it, not even beside it."
"I AM the law!" was his predictable retort.
"Of course you are," she murmured. "The sheriff of Fenchurch East."
"Don't you forget it, Bolls. I'm the law around here. I decide what the poncy 'professional standards of conduct' are."
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