FIC: Broken English - Part 9 - (Giles/Ethan) - R
Actually, ‘Bugger’ is putting it mildly. Giles just watched a small fortune go up in smoke, his shirt is soaking wet, his glasses are gone, his ankle is throbbing, and he’s freezing his arse off. If holds his breath to listen, all he can make out over the rapid hammering of his heart, is Ethan’s uneven breathing and the rustle of leaves whenever ( Read more... )
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Lovely! The one thing Giles promised himself he’d never do again: Working magic with Ethan.
Ah, Giles. You know you wanna do it! You can fool yourself, and you can fool the Scoobies, but you can't fool Ethan! He knows you better than you know yourself. Dear Lord, just thinking about it causes a tingle to travel down his spine, makes his hands twitch with the urge to touch and- Yep. There's our Ripper . . .
Stomping his feet, Ethan rubs his hands and breathes on them. “What? Got a hurtie? Want me to kiss it better?”
Oh, yes, please.
“I never made you do anything you didn’t want. When are you going to stop blaming me for each and every screw-up in your life?”Oh, yes! That's exactly what Giles needs to accept - his own choices. Mayber some weren't so good, but they were his responsibility, and Ethan could never have made him do ( ... )
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Oops, I meant to comment on your feedback back when I read it, but then I got sidetracked, and besides, I was working on the next few installments, so I never got round to it. Sorry.
I'm pleased you are still reading (and enjoying) the story. I feel so guilty about the slow progress I'm making, but I promise you, this story will not be abandoned, even if it looks that way. I have the rest outlined, and whenever the muse is willing, I go back to the outline and flesh out what I can, or scribble into my notebook. :-)
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