( What Olga Knows )

Nights like this are the hardest and leave Mark’s hands trembling around his second glass of wine. His phone starts ringing again but he just stares at it without moving to pick it up. It’s really not hard to guess who it is and he’s simply in no mood to listen to the flow of inappropriate words, not tonight.

“Mark? Mark, I know you’re there ( Read more... )

Deniz tells himself he doesn’t know why he does it and lying to himself is becoming easier every day. Nina’s in the kitchen making popcorn and his fingers dial the familiar number. Every time he’s sure Roman won’t answer and it fills him with dread even though he knows he shouldn’t want Roman to cling onto the past. But his heart always jumps with ( Read more... )

He comes from the green-tinted, tempestuous see like every curse, like every gift. There is no ship - struggling or sinking - in sight and no drifting wood or floating cargo leaves a breadcrumb trail for them to follow. It’s as if he’d come out of nowhere, only held afloat by Calypso’s whims. He is weak, malnourished, and feverish and Anamaria ( Read more... )

When Anamaria feels those dark, rough hands against her skin she thinks of the tree. It had been her tree once; she’d been born under it one starless night, so her mother always said, as far away as possible from the lecherous Spaniard who had fathered her. Years of stories woven into her memory slowly turned the tree into an almost magical ( Read more... )

The edge of the desk is hard in your thighs but you don’t care. Nothing matters just rough hands cupping your cheeks as you part your lips for his tongue.

Four years. Four bloody years.

You would never admit how much you missed him but the soft, eager sounds and the way you melt against him speak volumes and he grins into the kiss. He tastes ( Read more... )

 
( Clean Break )

Beckett expects resistance or confused uncertainty at least but Groves opens his mouth for the questing tongue willingly and Beckett is almost disappointed. When coats fall to the ground and fabric is pushed aside there’s no eager need to match Beckett’s own arousal and it almost makes him stop, but the younger man’s open acceptance makes his ( Read more... )

Mademoiselle’s panicked voice creeps over the soft green grass and under the bushes, alerting Elizabeth to the approaching danger. One quick look, making sure no one will notice, and she’s running like the wind, not looking back (she has learned long ago that even a moment’s hesitation can be fatal) until she reaches the small stone wall and ( Read more... )