The Way of Things, Chapter 38

[jlrpuck_fic]

Peter slowly blinked awake, the sound of the alarm clock invading the best night’s sleep he’d had in recent memory. He reached over and slapped the machine off, his mind wondering why the curtains were drawn over the windows, and why it was so bloody early. He groggily reached over to turn on the light, and remembered.

Rose was in bed with him.

Comments

[souleswanderer]

Oh wonderful day!!!!!! Will put email together again later :) Yipeeeee!

[jlrpuck_fic]

Good heavens, you're up early.

I have an e-mail to send your way, as well....specifically in reaction to what you posted. *fans self*

[brilliantomega]

Ok - now I just want to know what....

[jlrpuck_fic]

Er, souleswanderer, I hope you don't mind?

It's this--a missing chapter from her current story; it's a piping hot bit of Foreplay on a cold winter's day, and it is awesome

[adaira_d]

I've been nursing my morning coffee and hitting the refresh button for the last half hour waiting for the new installment - and now that it's here I have to go to work! with no access to the internet! ack!

*copies ch 38 to Word and prints*

Off to pack my paper dessert in the lunch box. Have a great day!

[jlrpuck_fic]

Yeah, was running a bit late this morning due to external factors (why do people become morons when there's snow on the ground? Why? Why?!)--sorry! I hope you find your paper dessert to be enjoyable, and that you have a good day!

[principia]

The only thing that was falling faster than the snow around here yesterday was people's IQs. Took me 2 and a half hours to get into work, and 2 hours to get home.

[jlrpuck_fic]

The only thing that was falling faster than the snow around here yesterday was people's IQs. Took me 2 and a half hours to get into work, and 2 hours to get home.

I heard horror stories about that, and was grateful that I was in Delaware. And I was absolutely tickled that it only took me five hours to get home--from Rehoboth, in pretty much constant snow--last evening.

Traffic around here is very, very weird.

[dettiot]

I'm in a rush this morning so I can't do a full-on response, but I just love this chapter. It was definitely going to be tough for Rose and Peter to transition back to "real life" and you've made that transition be suitably rocky--it wonderfully conveys how much is on the line, both personally and professionally, for the both of them.

I also love how you so clearly get the sense that Peter's first priority is Rose's welfare, and how he's doing all he can not to completely give in and be swallowed up by her. And Rose is starting to get there, too . . .

Just a lovely, insightful, realistic account of, as you put it, the morning after the night before. Thank you!

[jlrpuck_fic]

it wonderfully conveys how much is on the line, both personally and professionally, for the both of them.

Thank you! It occurred to me that the DCI would be lurking in the background, stewing; given any opporutnity, he'd lay in to Peter. And what better opportunity that not being available the night before? Whether he knew or not that Peter was seeing Rose, the DCI would certainly be the type of man to resent seeing one of his staff cede power or authority to a young woman.

he's doing all he can not to completely give in and be swallowed up by her.

Peter's well-nigh chest-deep at this point; his feet are starting to slip out from under him. Rose...well, she's not too far behind. :)

Thank you for your review--it was lovely. Cheers!

[principia]

Peter's well-nigh chest-deep at this point; his feet are starting to slip out from under him. Rose...well, she's not too far behind. :)

The true testimonial to this is the riverside exchange. He was just being so gentle with her.

[jlrpuck_fic]

He was just being so gentle with her.

Yeh, I know I wrote it. But still--*swoon*

[earlgreytea68]

Haha! [/the Master] I will leave a comment *before* I go to work! How's that for a good idea, huh?

Anyway, you've added little bits! Like this: "His voice was calm; compared to the whispered warmth he’d just used, it was like a bucket of cold water." That's just lovely. All of the little touches you added are totally brilliant. I adore them.

I'm actually quite fond of this particular chapter, I must say. I may just have to keep revising which is my favorite as we keep moving forward.

[jlrpuck_fic]

How's that for a good idea, huh?

Well done! I had meant to e-mail you this morning...but forgot. *Sigh*

Anyway, you've added little bits!

I, er, might have tweaked here and there, yes. Old habits die hard :)

I may just have to keep revising which is my favorite as we keep moving forward.

I really *didn't* like this chapter when I first sent it to you. But it's definitely grown on me, to that point that it's right up there with 37 in my book.

[leighleighla]

Oooh great chapter.

I love Rose's line of thought here; that she's kind of waiting for the ax to fall. She thinks if things get too good, they'll just fall the hell apart. *nods* That seemed very her, post-Doomsday.

[jlrpuck_fic]

Thank you. Poor Rose--once bitten, twice shy in the karmic retribution front. I could see her thinking--in her darker moments--that perhaps she's not meant to be happy with a man. And then she finds this thing with Peter, and they struggle to get to a point where they're both happy...sh'd think surely something would come along to disrupt it.