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Living this long was a curse, she'd descided. Just today, in fact - which probably meant that tomorrow she would be back to just going through existance, but right this moment ( Read more... ) -
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Once was, in fact, all it took, apparently. Just once, and he didn't see her again. Oh, he looked. Of course he looked, what with the rumors. He'd nearly killed Bill Weasley when the nosy bastard had asked him if he'd seen Shady in the last three months.
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It didn't really surprise her how much it hurt. She almost couldn't be surprised, not really, not after she'd had countless daggerwounds and the crap beat out of her more times then she could count ( Read more... ) -
Compromising what- Will, I am.
She'd won.
Of course she'd won, half of her wanted to say. The Shady half, the half that she'd cultivated in the human world and largely left when she'd come here. There weren't games of skill, money to win when she walked in the perfect sands of the beach ( Read more... ) -
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From here. She was trying not to think. Trying to let it come as it would, to let her life be what it used to be. Child of the road. Shift with the changes ( Read more... ) -
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From hereHe grinned broadly against her mouth. That was more like it.
"What if I promise not to let go of you for the rest of the day as soon as we're there?""Deal." She wiggled her way out of his arms, dropping back to her feet, and moved quickly to the caves. She wasn't wasting time, wanted- well. Wanted too much of things, is what she wanted. ( Read more... ) -
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Samhain;
Smiling down at the sparkling girl...strike that, woman...Jack trailed his fingers along her jawline as she moved past. "Captain Jack Harkness," he purred. "And what should I call you besides fabulous?"
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She could never tell. That was the thing that got her - got him, too, although he could usually tell before she did. When she'd rolled over to kiss him good morning, he'd held her away from him - dark eyes scrutinizing, his hands so large on her shoulders. He'd peer into her eyes, her face, her breasts - of course, her breasts. He knew them better ( Read more... )