Even eighteen hours after he left the chair, Atlantis sings in his veins.
Rodney watches John from beneath sleep-heavy eyelids, relishing the sight of him naked and shower-damp, clumsily pulling on blue and white shorts.
The apartment wasn't great--it was barely passable--and Rodney kicked himself again for not asking more questions upfront. "It was the best we could do on such short notice, so close to the start of the semester," Landry had said as he'd handed Rodney the
Claire does this thing, right before she comes, where she bites her lip on the right side--always the right side, never the left--and then her mouth will open into a round, red-bitten O as her body convulses around him and Alex is always completel
It's maybe the tenth time they've had coffee together at the Espresso Cafe, tucked into a mostly shady corner table on the patio out back.
Rodney is so honestly surprised by it, he says something like, "Oh, it's going to explode," and rubs at a smear on the screen with his thumb--because what is he going to do about it? The surge is half the complex away with a countdown of 1.76 seconds. He
Claire takes the rest of the day off work; holes up in her apartment and sleeps more than she needs to, indulges herself in every heartbroken cliché she's ever resisted. She's a full grown adult, not given to self-pity, but when she turns her face into t
"What's all this?" Alex asks, padding into the baby's room where Emma's chatting animatedly with the mobile above her crib. He cracks a yawn as he scoops her up, settling her against his bare shoulder. "You are way too young to be keeping these hours," he
Claire's sprawled out on the bed and trying to move as little as possible when she hears Alex come home.
Brendan can flip through his memories like rifling through a box of photos, find exactly what he's looking forâ”the certain tilt of Freya's head when she's smug and smiling, the way her dark hair falls against her cheek; Jamie from Quantico, a pair of da
Claire is, above all things, self-aware -- she knows that if she's drinking Pinot Grigio it means she's nervous; knows she tends to comfort herself on bad days with shoes; knows that she's purposefully tried to purge profanity from her vocabulary because
They're strangely shy in the bathroom as they strip, for all the time they've spent naked together, but Claire wagers this might be the most naked they've ever been.
"I hate the phone," he says when Claire picks up. "Well, hello to you, too." "Hi. I really hate the phone." "Do you?" she says. "But you're on the phone all the time." "I know," he replies. "I'm on the phone all day, talking to sources, running down leads
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