Fic: 30x30 {2} "Where We're At Now", Juliet/Lassiter

[piecesofalice]

Two days in, and I'm still going. Now with a handy subject line format!

TWO
"Where We're At Now"
Psych (Juliet O'Hara/Carlton Lassiter)



2. Where We're At Now
Psych-verse, 17th August 2009

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There's texture under her fingers and it feels like silk - maybe it's not, maybe his wife bought it for him in a fit of making him into something he probably couldn't be, and she didn't check the label and it's satin and God it feels good.


Ex-wife. And he says it against her mouth and she's sort of confused, because yesterday, ten minutes ago, they were partners and she was supposed-to, not-really be with Shawn. And ten years ago he was probably holding her just like this, and blonde hair gets stuck in between his fingers as she arches towards him and -


This is where we're at now, she mutters, and she steels herself for him to pull away and act in that infuriating way she always knew.


But he didn't and he doesn't, and he isn't and they are and it's wonderful.


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Fin.

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To quote a comment left for sloanesomething, I am currently feeling in regards to the USA Network television program Psych:

Comments

[myniamh.livejournal.com]

Poor sooky Dawson.

I like this fic. What I do not like is the little skittering noise that just ran across the ceiling. I hope we don't have mices. I hope it was just a very small possum. =(

[piecesofalice.livejournal.com]

OH MY GOD

NOW I THINK I CAN HEAR NOISES IN OUR ROOF D:

Do the council still have the service where you get terriers to go into your roof?

[myniamh.livejournal.com]

No, but I'm sure you could find a small urchin who may be willing to crawl up there. Possibly enquire at a local primary school or kindergarten.
=)

I think it was the small possum, the big one likes to race up and down on the veranda making as much noise as Possumly possible.