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Title: Hope Time: After Fractures Word Count: 80 Disclaimer: The concept and characters belong to the Jim Henson Company. I only want to borrow them for a short time and will make no profit by it. I'll return them safe, I promise. She slid her fingers across his face; not surprised they remembered familiar paths. "Aeryn…" "Shhh…" she whispered, pressing her mouth against his temper. Yes, it was different, smooth and unruffled, no tiny scar that once caught on the tip of her tongue. For just a moment, she felt a pang deep within the depths of her heart, but she ruthlessly suppressed it. "John?" "Yes?" he asked breathlessly, the naked hope bringing the sting of tears to her eyes. "I love you." |
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A Chocolate Ficletini Word Count: 99 He rubbed his hands together, carefully smearing the sweet, gooey substance so that there wasn't a clean spot anywhere. He snuck quietly up behind her and then covered her face with his hands, pressing tightly. "Crichton!" she bellowed, whirling to face him. "What the frell.? What is this stuff? And how dare you.!" He leaned toward her and slowly licked a long, tasty bit from her cheek. She stopped her tirade abruptly, staring at him in astonishment. "It's not chocolate, Aeryn, but it's close," he whispered. Then he placed a glob of it on his bottom lip. "Your turn." |
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A Fractured Moment Word Count: 100 Disclaimers: I don't own them, but I sure as heck wished I did! They are the property of Jim Henson and Company and all those other affiliations. The light caressed her, illuminating the dark circles under her eyes. She looked exhausted, and he knew she wasn't sleeping. She swiveled on her rear, reaching up to weld, her vest tightening across her lovely chest. He swallowed, feeling the familiar ache for her. It had been so long since he had touched her, so long since he had held her against him, thrilling to her eager mouth under his. The other... He smashed the thought, refusing to contemplate the possibilities. The lump in his throat choked him, but he forced the words around it. "Aeryn...if you need to talk." |
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