“How many times do I have to tell you, I don’t know!”

Danny was just dozing off in his chair, with Bluebird sleeping peacefully in his arms, her blue headdress tickling his chin, as he heard Becker’s desperate cry. A moment later the soldier was storming into the room, closely followed by Sarah, Abby, and Sam.

“Shh,” Danny put a finger on ( Read more... )

When Lester first heard the sound he thought his heat-fried brain was playing tricks on him but then the moan returned. Loud enough to be heard in the whole bloody Arc. He stormed down to the kitchen area, the obvious source of the disturbance if the large crowd he had to push past was anything to go by.

It wasn’t a wild orgy he stumbled upon ( Read more... )

“I’m not sure you understand, Mr Ryan,” the elderly woman smiles tightly, placing her cup of tea carefully back on the table. “This is not your decision to make.”

“I know, Mrs West, but it should be your granddaughter’s.”

“Samantha is just a child. She doesn’t know what’s best for her.”

“Who could know better?”

Sam can see through the ajar ( Read more... )

“No.” The firmness of his own voice surprises Ryan but he doesn’t even blink at the sight of desperate anger in Sam’s huge brown eyes.

It’s been three weeks now since Ryan returned home to find her in his flat. Three weeks of her playing “Please, Tommy just one more night” successfully. But now Ryan seems determined to get rid of her and she ( Read more... )

That last part is Sam’s contribution. ” Lyle rolled his eyes dramatically and then added in a whisper, “Some households are always short of gun oil I hear.”

Stephen tried to keep a straight face at first but soon he couldn’t help it and burst out laughing, drawing several curious sets of eyes to them. It’s been too long since anyone saw him smile ( Read more... )

Long Way Home

The first time Sam knows Ryan goes on an op she’s 13 and pouts for two days to hide her excitement.

The first week she keeps making up stories of her heroic soldier facing a faceless enemy until her Gran gets tired of her living room being transformed into Russia - you have been watching too much television, Samantha - ( Read more... )

The slippery music penetrates her glistening skin with the force of stubborn bullets, relaxing her eager muscles, making every movement feel like the most sensual of touches. The fire of alcohol melts her insides, consuming her slowly with tongues of desire. Smoke fills her needy lungs and the world won’t stop throbbing with delicious need. The ( Read more... )

Title: Truth
Characters: Ryan, Sam West (my OC)
Pairings: Ryan/Stephen implied
Rating: PG
Word Count: 634

Summary: Sam wants answers, Ryan knows better than to hope he can keep the truth from her.

Truth

She’s watching. Golden spots glowing in with her wild dark brown eyes almost as bright as the shimmering light of her cigarette. The bitter ( Read more... )

When Connor wakes up to small whimpers from Abby’s room - almost glad he’s not the only one still dreaming about Stephen - he gets up to chase her nightmare away. Rex is already peeking through the door, far too curious for a supposedly innocent lizard. Connor freezes at the image of Abby touching herself, back arching with desire and quickly ( Read more... )

“Want one?”

“Cara’d take my head.” Kermit refuses the cigarettes.

“Tight leash?”

“Been trained well,” he smiles as Sam takes a drag.

“I hate bloody England,” she mutters. “Can’t even rain properly.”

Kermit shrugs, enduring the steady drizzle with the patience only a man having been exposed to the whims of a heavily pregnant woman ( Read more... )