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reach for hands that aren’t there

Tuesday, December 4th, 2012

Even after the whole private-declaration-of-love thing, Brittany still wouldn’t sleep with her.

Insider Trading

Tuesday, December 4th, 2012

Kalinda wasn't sure what turned on Lana more: the idea that Kalinda would say no and Lana had to work to convince her otherwise; or the idea that Kalinda would say yes and Lana would get her satisfaction.

Simple Observations

Tuesday, December 4th, 2012

“Here you are, ma’am,” Jenny said, as careful and prim as if a dozen watching eyes were upon them. Vastra quashed a smile, choosing instead to take a sip of her tea. Lady Grey, with the dash of arsenic that gave it such a pleasant spice to the tongue. Jenny was so terribly good to her.

Yielding Center

Sunday, November 25th, 2012

Just before they go inside, Brad glances at Nate sidelong. Nate is resolute, unafraid, but Brad knows that look. He made his home in that look.

To Continually Descend

Tuesday, December 13th, 2011

He smelled like the cigarette he had that morning on the way to the coffee shop, a whiff of espresso mixed with the cologne he favored, a bit like hair wax but mostly like himself.

Beverly Electric & Light

Wednesday, October 12th, 2011

The thing about Chicago was that, a lot of the time, you tended to stick around your own neighborhood.

X & Y

Sunday, October 9th, 2011

Sometimes Kurt will look at Dave and he’ll be spilling his feelings and things that have pissed him off and Kurt just nods. Taking in each and every word and making Dave feel like it’s okay to be so damn angry some days, and to want to hide away on others. There’s just no judgement there, just Kurt; his kind eyes and strong hands clinging onto his.


Monday, October 3rd, 2011

“Hey, did you get milk on the way home?” Colby asked, head deep in the fridge.

A Hope in Place

Sunday, October 2nd, 2011

Seeley knew, from having her in his life for so long, and from being in love with her for most of that time, that Tempe had never been scared of much. But she’d tell him she was scared of the future if you could sit her down and be serious–serious about talking–for half a minute.

Only Young Men in Libraries

Friday, September 30th, 2011

At fourteen, she was growing into the beginnings of a self-assured woman, their mother being something of a model for how to present one’s outward appearance no matter her nurturing skills. Charles endeavored to encourage that streak of confidence in her, but it remained a work in progress.

Nothing About Ecstasy

Wednesday, September 28th, 2011

The associates and partners might not come here, but their investigator did. Which was how she knew of it in the first place, of course.

Fair-souled and Able-bodied

Sunday, September 25th, 2011

Bryan sat at the bar, nursing Maker’s and surveying the room.

Clandestine Activities

Saturday, September 24th, 2011

The first day Brad walked into Langley, he took a deep breath of recycled air and spent twenty minutes trying to find the bathroom.

A Jimmy Buffett Christmas

Friday, September 23rd, 2011

Kensi grinned. “Two for one pitchers and a round of shots on me,” she said.

Tripping the Line

Wednesday, September 21st, 2011

“No,” he said, adjusting his tie back to perfection and smoothing down his collar. “I’m not fucking you for the first time in the back of a car like some horny, uncultured teenager. I don’t care if it’s a Town Car, that’s just too crass.”

For Those Rebellious

Wednesday, September 21st, 2011

The funny thing is, Tony–Victor–Victor-Tony can remember being a doll. He can remember the, well, the doll architecture, being blank, being simple. Sometimes she watches him go back into it, center himself or something. It makes it easier on him to be here, when he doesn’t have all his–life. All his life weighing him down.

Systems Theory

Monday, September 19th, 2011

Amanda had always found flexibility to be conducive to her function.

Making Light

Sunday, September 18th, 2011

Their flat couldn’t seem to get warm at all.

Economy of Reaction

Wednesday, September 14th, 2011

Maura walked around to the side of the bed, every step a saunter and sway that couldn’t help but draw Jane’s attention. She placed one hand on the bed, next to Jane’s waist, and bent down so their heads were close together. ‘I’m talking about force tactics, Jane,’ she whispered, some heady scent coming from the heat of her skin. ‘How about we turn the tables?’

Look to the Beat

Monday, September 12th, 2011

It hadn’t taken much, through the gossipy dancer’s grapevine, to learn that Javier–Javi, he liked to be called–had taken on teaching a couple of classes at a studio out in Silver Lake. Lyrical hip hop on Tuesdays, the class David was in now, and B-Boy Basics on Saturday mornings. David was willing to do a lot of things for his first year trying out for If You Know You Can Move, but there was no way he was going to try to hold his entire body up by one lean arm.