Your fanfic of the day is from bemusedbicycle.tumblr and based off of the pics of Colin and Jenn with their coffee shooting yesterday...... sit back and enjoy this lovely little felicit. ;) “This isn’t quite what I thought you meant when you asked me to coffee, darling.” He grins at her as he swings his arm over her shoulder, careful to keep the hot edges of his takeout cup away from direct contact. She chuckles under her breath, a wisp of white escaping her lips as they walk down the sidewalk, and he tugs her just a bit closer. She doesn’t mind. (If she closes her eyes and breathes in deep she imagines she can feel his heart beat through the leather and layers, a steady thrum of life and hope and happiness and love beating between them.) “Your brain lives in the gutter.” She retorts and he slows to a stop next to her, removing his arm from around her shoulders and gliding his hook into her belt loop in one calculated motion. She would roll her eyes if her breath wasn’t caught in her chest, the heat starting low in her belly and spreading out with the way he’s looking at her. Honestly, the man is too god damned smooth for his own good sometimes. (Definitely hers - definitely too damn smooth for her own good.) “Regardless of what sewer appropriations my mind resides,” His grin is wide and his eyes are shining and she wonders how it took her so long to notice he was missing his heart, before, when Gold was pulling the strings and she almost lost him. She wonders how she didn’t notice the lack of light behind his eyes, the way his heart shines through with every tilt of his head (idiot). “I know you did not invite me back to your dwelling for a beverage.” He slides into her space with a tug of his hook, the tip of his nose brushing hers, her stomach flipping pleasantly with the way his breath washes warm over her lips. She can smell the coffee on him - the sickeningly sweet hazelnut-latte-whatever he insisted on getting because the man has a sweet tooth the size of Maine - and when he drops his head down she rises up on her toes to meet his lips. It is gentle with the lingering heat she has come to expect from him - and when he tilts his head and traces her bottom lip with his tongue, she lets him, sighing into his mouth and gripping tight at the charms around his neck. She tugs impatiently, suddenly wishing very much so for the other type of coffee, and he grins against her lips like he knows just what she’s thinking (and he probably does, the bastard). “What say we take our coffee back to my room, aye?” His smirk is nothing short of sinful and she nips at his bottom lip before dropping back to the flats of her feet, sipping at her americano and pushing past his shoulder. “Why do you think I got it to go?” bemusedbicycle.tumblr/post/103001613003/if-you-have-the-time-would-you-write-something-about (images taken by: Lawrence Andreutti) ~G
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 04:05:46 +0000
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