Good wishes to you, my dear! Here is a tiny piece of fluff; you said you liked Sarah Jane, femslash, and things with Harry in them. Er, this resulted
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ST:TNG FIC :: "Cuddle" [Beverly/Deanna, PG]ariestessJanuary 6 2012, 07:07:52 UTC
One of the benefits of having an empath for a lover is that you never have to worry about leaving hints that you're interested in a little cuddle.
~I heard that.~
Beverly chuckles, but doesn't stop arranging the flowers she got from the hydroponics bay earlier in the day. The camellias and calla lilies look beautiful together. Tall, elegant calla lilies and short, robust camellias.
~Just like you and me.~Beverly pauses and turns around to face her lover. Deanna is curled up on the sofa, reading something on a PADD and fingering a tendril of her long curls. Leaving the flowers behind, she moves to join her lover on the sofa
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Well, alleged tea, anyway. Countess Vorkosigan had brought a hip flask of something that was, she said, 'made from plants, which is close enough.'
Not that Countess Grantham minded, it made a nice change. She felt rather daring, sipping it from the teacups that had been in her husband's family for years.
'It's been a busy year,' she sighed, 'first one of my daughters ran away to marry the chauffeur, and then my eldest broke off her engagement, and now I think she may be engaged again... Edith hasn't done anything shocking yet, apart from learning to drive, but I suppose it's only a matter of time
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~I heard that.~
Beverly chuckles, but doesn't stop arranging the flowers she got from the hydroponics bay earlier in the day. The camellias and calla lilies look beautiful together. Tall, elegant calla lilies and short, robust camellias.
~Just like you and me.~Beverly pauses and turns around to face her lover. Deanna is curled up on the sofa, reading something on a PADD and fingering a tendril of her long curls. Leaving the flowers behind, she moves to join her lover on the sofa ( ... )
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Well, alleged tea, anyway. Countess Vorkosigan had brought a hip flask of something that was, she said, 'made from plants, which is close enough.'
Not that Countess Grantham minded, it made a nice change. She felt rather daring, sipping it from the teacups that had been in her husband's family for years.
'It's been a busy year,' she sighed, 'first one of my daughters ran away to marry the chauffeur, and then my eldest broke off her engagement, and now I think she may be engaged again... Edith hasn't done anything shocking yet, apart from learning to drive, but I suppose it's only a matter of time ( ... )
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