Fic: Eight Days A Week, ch. 1

...against Alice’s bare skin, something he had never seen her wear before. Did she get them to wear for me? Or were they for Jack? The latter notion made him want to throw the damned things into the fireplace and laugh as they burned, but the idea that maybe, just maybe, she had bought them with an eye towards showing them off in front of him… He imagined her long, muscular legs—the curve of hip and ...

Fic: Eight Days A Week, ch. 1

...against Alice’s bare skin, something he had never seen her wear before. Did she get them to wear for me? Or were they for Jack? The latter notion made him want to throw the damned things into the fireplace and laugh as they burned, but the idea that maybe, just maybe, she had bought them with an eye towards showing them off in front of him… He imagined her long, muscular legs—the curve of hip and ...

Before the end, a moment of thanks

... for the Dalek on the stairs, the police box that was (terrifyingly) the same size inside as outside, the day when (just this once) everybody lives, the MP from Flydale North, a girl in the fireplace, and the big bad wolf. Thanks for redeeming Mickey; thanks for the compulsory upgrading, the return of UNIT, the cat people, the bitchy trampoline, the Face of Boe, the wire-fu monks, the angry Queens...

... filled balloons for the fully booked bonanza he's holding later on for New Year's Eve. He tells us to sit wherever we like, we take the best table with the most comfortable chairs beside the fireplace that he later sends an employee over to light. Niiiiiiice! We order wine and kalamari to share and sit with our menus in peace and frikin' quiet. He brings us warm homemade bread and takes our ...

Christmas Plans

... he returned. Laurie made a pot of tea and settled into a comfortable chair in front of the fireplace. He shivered slightly and reached over to light the gas fire before he pulled the letter, slightly crumpled ... to go?” “You’re my family.” Ralph stood and placed the letter on the mantel over the fireplace. “Perhaps we can join them for New Year.” He rested his hand briefly on the top of Laurie’s ...

New Year

... that means at any given time. You know, the small details of life. Oh, and to also get out and have fun more. I've spent the first part of the morning in front of the gas fireplace, roaming the blogs and toasting my toes while drinking my morning coffee. A good start, I think. I'll spend today putting away things, sorting and GETTING RID OF A BUNCH (bunch defined as necessary...) and tomorrow I'...

The Shattered Sapphire in the Fireplace

...have been dragged in." "I know," Selena says. "So he saw the victim was dead, and—" "Yeah, he says he panicked," Demi says, "though at this point that doesn't really matter. He handcuffed him to the fireplace, grabbed the keys and a gas can and, well, you already know the rest." "But why go back for Sadie?" "He didn't go back for her, he went back to double-check—make sure he hadn't left ...

themed fic - perhaps forever & almost always

... a response from Hermione, he tickles the pear in the painting and pulls open the painting while pulling at her hand to lead her into the warm kitchens. His immediate destination is the brick fireplace at the end. Hermione soon feels the icy feeling in her toes turning toasty warm within seconds. Cedric pulls off his school robe, revealing his plain grey tee and checkered pajama pants, and gently ...

themed fic - perhaps forever & almost always

...alone.” Ron places a comforting hand on Hermione’s shoulder, she smiles a quiet thanks. When they reach Hogwarts, specifically Professor McGonagall’s office, Hermione quietly steps out of the fireplace, deep in her own thoughts. Ron quickly grabs their extra homework with a quick word of information on Cedric’s condition to the intrigued Transfiguration professor before hurrying after his friend....