[fic] The Ravelled Sleave of Care

Title: Prompt: Pairing: Fandom: Rating: Word Count:	The Ravelled Sleave of Care Sleep Veronica Mars/Bryan Mills Veronica Mars/Taken (2009) G 100
Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast. ~Wm. Shakespeare, Macbeth
The credits on the DVD looped again. He watched the names scroll by, idly stroking her hair. Her hand clenched on his shirt front, and she made a soft, contented sound. "You want me to tuck you in?" She shook her head, not even bothering to lift her head from his chest. He laughed, a low rumble, wrapping both long arms around her, holding her close. He took a deep breath, and let it out in a long sigh. "Too old to sleep in a chair," he said. "Accountants never sleep," she murmured, nestling closer. She knows him too well, he thinks.
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A brief hiatus

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[memefic] there's no place like home

Title/Prompt: Pairing: Fandom: Rating: Word Count:	there's no place like home Hans Landa/Fiona Glenanne Inglourious Basterds/Burn Notice G 276
He stood behind her, his arms reaching around to adjust the bell of the Victrola. "You must be careful of the needle. We don't want you to get a nasty prick now, do we?" She grinned like a fool, biting her lip. He heard the thought and tutted at her, his breath warm against her ear. "Really, Fiona. You're insufferable. Now, wind the mainspring." Both their hands rested on the hand crank, his gauging how far she could go. "Careful, not too tight. There. Place the platter thus." His fingertips rest on her wrists, guiding her as she set the gleaming black disc on the turn table. "And now, after you take the brake off, you set the needle in the groove." That required him leaning forward a bit more, closing the distance between them. His mouth brushed the nape of her neck, pressing a warm kiss to her skin as he turned the head of the stylus down. The sound that came out of the bell was rich and warm, unmarred by scratches and pops. Jazz horns filled the air of his study, followed by a smoky voice singing in German. In that moment, everything seemed tinged with gold, as if time itself had passed them by. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back against his shoulder. He wrapped her up in his arms, burying his nose in her hair, a quiet contented hum in the back of his throat. Together, they swayed in time to the music, watching the disc spin round and round.   And when the song was over, he leaned forward and moved the needle back to the beginning.
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[fic] Between The Lines

Title/Prompt: Pairing: Fandom: Rating: Word Count:	Between the Lines (Family) Pete, Don Mad Men R (language) 220
"Pete." Runt. "Don." Asshole. "I expect we'll see you and Trudy at the big celebration?" Try not to drool on my shoes so much this time. "Yes, we wouldn't miss it for the world!" Not enough you have to win an award, but you have to make sure I'm there to eat shit off your shoes at the same time? "You going to break out the Charleston again?" Also known as the Look At Me Look At Me! dance? "Well, it's more suited to a garden party than a formal dance, but you know Trudy." You looked didn't you? Didn't you? "She always has an ace up her sleeve." "She sure is a firecracker, isn't she?" I wouldn't fuck her with your dick. "Yes, yes she is." And she's all mine, nancy boy. "But your Betty, man. She sure is a looker." Does she get pregnant just from you looking at her? "Yes, yes she is." You're not worthy to lick the shit off her shoes. "Trudy's looking forward to see you both again." Maybe you can get her pregnant just by looking at her. Get her off my back for awhile. "Well, we'll see you both there." Maybe she'll let you wear your balls for the occasion. "Yes, indeedy." Maybe she'll let me wear my balls for the occasion.