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There was something in the way he still held her chin in that controlling, but not overbearing grip, and the way his other teased down her body sent a pleasant thrill through her veins. Even his simplest touches never failed to make her heart flutter. “Oui, j'apprends. Je veux tout savoir.” She replied, a hint of frustration slipping into her words that she cannot yet understand everything he’s said to her, and doesn’t know the words to say everything she wants to in reply. But the irritation is lost almost immediately at the question he poses.
He wanted her to take a trip with him?
“Oh, oh Claude, yes!” She replied, buzzing with excitement. Breaking free of his grip to spin around, arms wrapping around his waist, looking up at him with adoration open in her soft brown eyes. “I would love going anywhere with you.” She had no idea of where he was going, but as long as she was by his side she knew she’d be happy.
Heat swam pleasantly through his veins hearing her reply back to him in his mother tongue with that hint of frustration lingering in her voice. It made his body throb with the deep desire to hear that frustration turn into a whine under his hands. Causing the fingertips gliding across her stomach to gently flex with a hungry grip. A younger Claude would have never been able to fathom being hungry for the same one over and over again. Now could not imagine a life that didn’t have her in every inch of it. “ Je n'ai même pas commencé à te montrer tout ce que je te réserve, mon délicieux petit amour.~” He cooed back with some small devious hope that she would only be able to understand a little of what he said. Still fully enjoying the tease of being able to say almost anything he wanted to her with Harriet only able to listen and imagine what was said.
The devil in him chuckling at the way she worded herself as she spun free in his grasp to face him. Amused that it wasn’t only in the bedroom that he could have her cooing those words for him. Petting one hand through her hair the other lovingly cupped her face against his palm. His dark sienna eyes pouring down into her more beautiful brown pair as he held onto this image of her happy face. “I want jeou to be with me everywhere I go, amour.” Savoring the words he never thought he would say or mean, as he made that promise to her. Running his thumb gently over the soft curve of her bottom lip as he held her close. “I can have our flight here in an hour. Do jeou zink jeou will be ready leave by zen?”
The lingering touch of his hand as she rose to leave is a balm to the nervous energy she feels of the prospect of going home with him. Trotting into the bathroom with light, excited steps before the door gently closed behind her. It’s much more intimidating to think she’ll be meeting the stern figures that raised him than presenting him to her quiet father and a mother that had a rebellious streak a mile wide.
She preens as long as she dares to under the heat of the water or in the reflection of the still steamy mirrors when she gets out of the shower. No hair out of place. She needed perfection, even if she knew Claude would no doubt say otherwise. Makeup, she decides though, can wait for the plane. More than plenty of time to do it while in the air, after all.
“Very good.” She replied, moving in to peck a kiss into his cheek. “Since you already packed for us, I think I’m ready whenever the car is.” She sat beside him, leaning heavily against his arm as her slim fingers slipped into his. “I really hope yours like me as much as mine will like you.”
Harriet was correct to think Claude wouldn’t care for a moment if she looked disheveled or perfect when she came out. To him, she already was perfection in every form. Comfortingly his broader fingers tangled with hers before he pulled her hand up to his lips. Pressing an assuring kiss to her soft knuckles as his darker brown eyes met her sweeter pair. “Zhey will love jeou.” He promised warmly against her skin. Breathing in the rich scent of soap on her skin that mixed with her natural scent. “Eizher way zhough, zheir opinion doesn’t matter. I do want zhem to meet jeou, but I am looking forward to showing jeou where I live and grew up more.”
It would be a wonderful thing if his parents fell in love with Harriet as much as he had. But he knew better than to get his hope up. They rarely approved of most things about his life that they personally had no say in. Particularly his mother. Kissing her knuckles again the spy rose up, guiding his love with him. “Zhe car can be here in 15 minutes. Is zhat enough time for any last minute small items jeou might need? Or are jeou ready to head out front?” His eyes only leaving Harriet for the quick moment it took to text his driver who was on standby. Never letting her hand unlock from his like he couldn’t bare to part them for even this.
Harriet watched with soft eyes as he brought her hand to his lips. Letting the warmth of the gesture and his reassurance wash over and soothe her. He always knew how to make her feel steady and safe. Or perhaps he wasn’t even trying and it came naturally, one heart beating perfectly with another.
“I trust what you’ve tucked away in the suitcases you pre packed. And if it turns out I need something you didn’t pack, I’m sure it wouldn’t be hard to get whatever it is I need.” She knew she’d have anything she needed back home on the second half of their trip, and she doubted a place that raised a man like Claude would be caught lacking any important essentials.
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murder, she wrote — season 2, part 1.
a collection of sentence starters from season two, episodes 1 - 11 of murder, she wrote. change wording as necessary.
i believe i warned you not to come here.
i do not intend to ignore that request.
perhaps you'd do me the honor of joining me later for a cocktail.
it's a pity you're so shy.
life's too short to endure the drudgery of steady employment.
i know what i want, [name], and i get it.
all i can say is, you're lucky something worse didn't happen.
i'm not cut out for this fancy lifestyle.
who'd you think you were dealing with, some dummy?
you know, i worry about you.
that sounds vaguely like a threat.
please forgive me. i do so dislike deceiving people.
that makes you either very brave or very foolish.
i suggest you be as candid as possible.
believe what you like. i'm telling you the truth.
i can’t wait to get away from this place.
i’ll say this: you’ve got one hell of an imagination.
that doesn't appeal to someone with your lofty ideals?
i did not come here for a lecture; i came for sympathy.
couldn't you have stayed out of it, just once?
you strike me as a person who fights for what she believes.
well, that's a noble sentiment, but a little naive.
you got something in your past, it always comes out, no matter how hard you try to hide it.
i'm not proud of what i did, but don't ask me to be sorry.
oh, no. wait. please. no, please! what did i ever do to you?
if that's not an omen, i don't know what is.
look, give me a break, will you? i'm hung over and i'm sick.
you may have stopped looking, but i haven't.
i seldom ask your indulgence.
let's just face it. we're doomed to extinction.
don't say that. not after what we've had.
you really shouldn't be out on a night like this.
i'm sorry, but i couldn't let anybody know. it was much too dangerous.
someone is trying to kill me. the first attempt was two weeks ago.
you sure there isn't something i can do for you?
if i'm a bit standoffish, i apologize.
i'm afraid this deception has gone far enough.
are you suggesting i was indiscreet?
no need to get testy. i can take a hint.
you don't have the manners to hear me out?
do you know how hard this is for me?
if you don't play to win, there's no sense in playing at all.
this is the last place i ever thought i'd see anybody famous.
well, i had intended on getting an early start with my work, but i don't suppose it would hurt for me to take the morning off.
i rushed back as soon as i heard.
it's amazing the way you read my mind.
oh, i'm sorry. i would've knocked, but the door was open.
well, surely you're not afraid of something?
don't tell me i'm beginning to read your mind.
don't try and lie your way out of this one.
i don't wanna see you do anything you'll be sorry for.
[name], maybe... maybe we should rethink this.
are you kidding? i wouldn't miss it for the world.
you know what i want you to do. just do it.
i've lived in fear of something like this.
i'm not interested in your demands.
i'm giving you five minutes to surrender.
i know how this sounds. but i didn't kill them.
it gives new meaning to cruel and unusual punishment.
he will always be there, haunting our lives.
i guess i shouldn't speak ill of the dead.
brutality is not the answer.
how dare you accuse me! i have done no such thing.
what's bothering you? maybe i can help.
i'm beginning to feel awfully squeamish.
i'm a real bulldog. if there's something to learn, i'll learn it.
it's me. and have i got bad news for you.
you don't know how much i wanted to be wrong.
man puts up the money, he's entitled to the protection.
you sure ask a lot of questions.
i expect you've got it all smoothed over by now, haven't you?
why don't we get you settled, and then we'll get something to eat.
nobody asked you here. coming along was your idea.
i have a terrible feeling about this. it's like a premonition.
maybe we really are being warned, and we should take it more seriously.
i'd do it myself, but as you can see, i'm overwhelmed with other work.
i'm not gonna take the rap for you. you killed him.
you gave me exactly what you wanted to give me, and exactly when you wanted to give it.
Girls Trip (Closed starter)
@thebleuspider
When Harriet had brought up the topic of visiting her family with her she’d been mostly joking. Figuring Madilin might not be all that keen about going somewhere so rural. But when she seemed excited about it, Harriet decided that why not. A girls trip would be lovely. And she knew it would be cool enough back home that they wouldn’t have anything to fear from ticks or mosquitos that might put Madilin off of wanting to visiting in warmer months.
Harriets eyes watched the vehicles coming and going as they waited outside the airport doors, lighting up with recognition as a familiar old pickup entered the back of the line of cars picking and dropping people off. Spotted her brothers shaggy head sitting behind the wheel. “There he is.”
“You want shotgun, or do you want the back seat with Francis?” She asked, nodding at the sweet giant of Madilins.
There's no surprise in the older woman as she was pulled in to an embrace. Lorna Adler, much like her daughters, wasn't a shy woman when it came to physical affection, and she'd heard plenty about the girl standing before her to feel like she ought to be right at home. "He damn well better have been. He knows how to act right." She laughed as she let go, motioning further into the room. "Well, make yourself comfortable, such a dear friend of one of mine might as well be one of mine."
"Kitchens through that pocket door, dining rooms the other doorway. There's a bathroom down the hall next to the stairs." Harriet said as she threw herself down onto one of the corduroy cushions of the larger couch in the room. Sinking down with a with a content sigh to not have to be perched on the seats of the old truck before patting the cushion besides hers.
Character Development “Hard Mode” Meme: send a number & character to my ask box and I’ll write an answer/headcanon in reply.
Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest with?
What is/was your character’s relationship with their mother like?
What is/was your character’s relationship with their father like?
Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed them? If so, does anyone else know?
On an average day, what can be found in your character’s pockets?
Does your character have recurring themes in their dreams?
Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?
Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?
Is your character’s current socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?
Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing, or with less clothing?
In what situation was your character the most afraid they’ve ever been?
In what situation was your character the most calm they’ve ever been?
Is your character bothered by the sight of blood? If so, in what way?
Does your character remember names or faces easier?
Is your character preoccupied with money or material possession? Why or why not?
Which does your character idealize most: happiness or success?
What was your character’s favorite toy as a child?
Is your character more likely to admire wisdom, or ambition in others?
What is your character’s biggest relationship flaw? Has this flaw destroyed relationships for them before?
In what ways does your character compare themselves to others? Do they do this for the sake of self-validation, or self-criticism?
If something tragic or negative happens to your character, do they believe they may have caused or deserved it, or are they quick to blame others?
What does your character like in other people?
What does your character dislike in other people?
How quick is your character to trust someone else?
How quick is your character to suspect someone else? Does this change if they are close with that person?
How does your character behave around children?
How does your character normally deal with confrontation?
How quick or slow is your character to resort to physical violence in a confrontation?
What did your character dream of being or doing as a child? Did that dream come true?
What does your character find repulsive or disgusting?
Describe a scenario in which your character feels most comfortable.
Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.
In the face of criticism, is your character defensive, self-deprecating, or willing to improve?
Is your character more likely to keep trying a solution/method that didn’t work the first time, or immediately move on to a different solution/method?
How does your character behave around people they like?
How does your character behave around people they dislike?
Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?
Is your character more likely to remove a problem/threat, or remove themselves from a problem/threat?
Has your character ever been bitten by an animal? How were they affected (or unaffected)?
How does your character treat people in service jobs?
Does your character feel that they deserve to have what they want, whether it be material or abstract, or do they feel they must earn it first?
Has your character ever had a parental figure who was not related to them?
Has your character ever had a dependent figure who was not related to them?
How easy or difficult is it for your character to say “I love you?” Can they say it without meaning it?
What does your character believe will happen to them after they die? Does this belief scare them?
🦇 Action prompts :: Concern
Send 'reverse' to swap sender/receiver
Run: Sender runs toward the receiver, frantically checking if they are okay.
House: Sender knocks outside receiver’s house, as receiver did not respond to their texts/calls.
Repair: Sender offers to repair something belonging to the receiver, in case it will fail on the sender.
Intervene: Sender stands in between receiver and someone who is raising their voice at the receiver.
Grasp: Sender grasps receiver’s wrist/arm and pulls them away to safety.
Seek: Sender is frantically looking for receiver in a large crowd, calling their name.
Phone: Sender is calling receiver’s phone in search of them.
Hide: Sender hides receiver somewhere safe to protect them.
Speed: Sender speeds up in their vehicle with the receiver in the passenger seat, or riding pillion.
Snap: Sender snaps back at receiver for not listening to their urgent advice.
Discover: Sender discovers that the receiver is hiding something important/dangerous from them.
Refuse: Sender refuses to do something the receiver demands out of them, to protect them from the danger.
Motivate: Sender motivates the receiver as they notice that the receiver is losing their steam.
Answer: Sender asks the receiver if they would like to hear the answer to a question truthfully, or if they would like to say what the receiver wants to hear.
Remark: Sender remarks that they notice the receiver’s lying tells and demands the receiver to come clean.
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"We're all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that's all."
"You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions."
"What do you need a fake I.D. for?"
"Screws fall out all the time, the world is an imperfect place."
"The next screw that falls out will be you."
"Eat my shorts."
"Beyond that, I'm going to have to check my calendar."
"I'm doing society a favor."
"I've got you for the rest of your natural born life if you don't watch your step."
"You really think I give a shit?"
"Stupid, worthless, no good, goddamn, freeloading son of a bitch."
"You forgot ugly, lazy and disrespectful."
"Go fix me a turkey pot pie."
"Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?"
"I'll do anything sexual. I don't need a million dollars to do it either."
"I've done just about everything there is except a few things that are illegal. I'm a nymphomaniac."
"Do you have any idea how completely gross that is?"
"Look, I'm not going to discuss my private life with total strangers."
"It's kind of a double edged sword isn't it?"
"Well, if you say you haven't, you're a prude. If you say you have you're a slut. It's a trap."
"You want to but you can't, and when you do you wish you didn't, right?"
"Doesn't it bother you to sleep around without being in love. I mean, don't you want any respect?"
"Sex is your weapon. You said it yourself. You use it to get respect."
"I didn't mean it that way. You guys are putting words into my mouth."
"I'm not a nymphomaniac. I'm a compulsive liar."
"I mean, how... how do you apologize for something like that? There's no way."
"He's/She's/They're like this mindless machine that I can't even relate to anymore."
"What if your home... what if your family... what if your dope was on fire?"
"When you grow up, your heart dies."
"Why are you being so nice to me?"
"You don't belong, so you have to just dump all over it."
"Well, I don't know any lepers either, but I'm not going to run out and join one of their fucking clubs."
"Hey! Let's watch the mouth, huh?"
"So it's sorta social, demented and sad, but social."
"My image of you is totally blown."
"What do you care what I think anyway? I don't even count, right? I could disappear forever and it wouldn't make any difference."
"You know, I have just as, many feelings as you do and it hurts so much when someone steps all over them."
"You're so pathetic. Don't you ever, ever compare yourself to me."
"You got everything, and I got shit."
"Why? 'Cause I'm telling the truth, that makes me a bitch?"
"Could you describe the ruckus?"
"You do everything everyone tells you to do and that is a problem."
"Why do you have to insult everybody?"
"I'm being honest, asshole. I would expect you to know the difference."
"I feel all empty inside because of it."
"Without lamps, there'd be no light."
"Well, would you mind telling me how you know all this about me?"
"I stole your wallet."
"Two hits. Me hitting you. You hitting the floor. Anytime you're ready, pal."
"I can run away and I can go to the ocean, I can go to the country, I can go to the mountains."
"I hate having to go along with everything my friends say."
"You ought to spend a little more time trying to make something of yourself and a little less time trying to impress people."
"You're kind of sexy when you're angry."
"You ask me one more question and I'm beating the shit out of you."
"You're a gutless turd."
"Being bad feels pretty good, huh?"
"I want to congratulate you for being on time."
"Don't be a goof. I'm making a serious point here."
"The next time I have to come in here I'm crackin' skulls."
"You're so conceited. You're so, like, full of yourself. Why are you like that?"
"You know, you just don't understand the pressure that they can put on you."
"Why would anybody want to steal a screw?"
"Why don't you shut up? Nobody here is interested."
"When I step outside myself, kind of, and, like, when I look in at myself, you know? And I see me. I don't like what I see. I really don't."
"The idea is to, like, search your mind for the absolute limit."
"Don't mess with the bull, young man/lady/one, you'll get the horns."
𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒
(starters inspired by too many drinks, city lights, and the kind of honesty that only comes after midnight)
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆
“You look like you could use another drink… or a bad decision.”
“Don’t tell me you came here alone.”
“I’m not drunk, I’m just—emotionally flexible right now.”
“One more round, and I might actually tell you what I’m thinking.”
“I didn’t plan on running into you here.”
“You’ve got that look—like you’re either about to confess something or start a fight.”
“You’re staring again. Should I take that as an invitation?”
“You ever think about how many bad ideas start with a shot glass?”
“You dance like you’re trying to forget something.”
“It’s way past decent hours—what are you still doing out?”
𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓
“You can stop pretending you’re fine. Nobody believes it after their third drink.”
“I thought you didn’t drink anymore.”
“It’s funny—liquor makes you honest, but you still can’t say what you really want, can you?”
“You shouldn’t walk home alone. I’ll come with you.”
“You always talk like this when you’ve had too much.”
“You smell like smoke and regret. It suits you.”
“Let’s make a pact—we don’t talk about this in the morning.”
“You shouldn’t have kissed me. But I’m not asking you to stop.”
“You ever get drunk enough to think the world might love you back?”
“We’re both going to regret this tomorrow, aren’t we?”
𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑, 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐏
“What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done? I’ll go first.”
“Tell me a truth—just one. The kind you’d never say sober.”
“You’re going to forget this conversation in the morning, right?”
“If I told you I missed you, would you blame the alcohol?”
“You keep drinking like you’re trying to forget something. Or someone.”
“I didn’t mean to call you. My hands just remembered your number.”
“Why are you crying? Don’t tell me it’s just the gin.”
“You said you don’t love me anymore, but you’re still here.”
“Do you ever wonder how we got this lost?”
“Sometimes, I think the night listens better than people do.”
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 — quiet streets, unspoken things
“I’ll walk you home. You can pretend you don’t need me to.”
“It’s too late for goodbyes, isn’t it?”
“We shouldn’t have let it get this far.”
“You can hold my hand. Just for tonight.”
“Do you ever wish you’d met me sober?”
“Don’t fall asleep yet. The world feels softer when it’s still spinning.”
“Stay until the city forgets our names.”
“You look different under the streetlights.”
“Promise me you won’t vanish when morning comes.”
“I don’t know what I’ll remember most — the taste of the drink, or you.”
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ─── Prompts for Romance Tension pt. 1
Accidental Intimacy (Clumsy but charged moments)
1- Both reach for the same object, hands brushing — neither moves away. 2- “Hold still—” (fixing their tie, adjusting their collar, brushing hair from their face). 3- One falls asleep on the other’s shoulder during a long ride. 4- “Oops—sorry!” (catches them when they stumble, bodies pressed together). 5- Forced to share a coat/blanket in the cold. 6- One carries the other on their back after an injury. 7- Both squeeze into a small hiding space, breathing heavy. 8- “You’ve got something on your face… let me.” 9- Their lips accidentally brush while leaning in at the same time. 10- Waking up in each other’s arms after an accidental nap.
Playful & Teasing (Flirty but unsure)
11- “You’re staring.” 12- One steals food/drink from the other just to annoy them. 13- “If you keep looking at me like that, I might start thinking you like me.” 14- A challenges B to a bet — loser has to grant one favor. 15- One tries (badly) to flirt, the other teases them for it. 16- “Wow… you’re blushing.” 17- A tries to teach B something (dancing, archery, cooking) and uses it as an excuse to touch them. 18- “You’ll have to earn it if you want it back.” (holding something of theirs hostage). 19- They’re snowed in/rained in and play games to pass the time. 20- One sneaks up behind the other and covers their eyes.
@the-wild-hare
There was something in the way he still held her chin in that controlling, but not overbearing grip, and the way his other teased down her body sent a pleasant thrill through her veins. Even his simplest touches never failed to make her heart flutter. “Oui, j'apprends. Je veux tout savoir.” She replied, a hint of frustration slipping into her words that she cannot yet understand everything he’s said to her, and doesn’t know the words to say everything she wants to in reply. But the irritation is lost almost immediately at the question he poses.
He wanted her to take a trip with him?
“Oh, oh Claude, yes!” She replied, buzzing with excitement. Breaking free of his grip to spin around, arms wrapping around his waist, looking up at him with adoration open in her soft brown eyes. “I would love going anywhere with you.” She had no idea of where he was going, but as long as she was by his side she knew she’d be happy.
Heat swam pleasantly through his veins hearing her reply back to him in his mother tongue with that hint of frustration lingering in her voice. It made his body throb with the deep desire to hear that frustration turn into a whine under his hands. Causing the fingertips gliding across her stomach to gently flex with a hungry grip. A younger Claude would have never been able to fathom being hungry for the same one over and over again. Now could not imagine a life that didn’t have her in every inch of it. “ Je n'ai même pas commencé à te montrer tout ce que je te réserve, mon délicieux petit amour.~” He cooed back with some small devious hope that she would only be able to understand a little of what he said. Still fully enjoying the tease of being able to say almost anything he wanted to her with Harriet only able to listen and imagine what was said.
The devil in him chuckling at the way she worded herself as she spun free in his grasp to face him. Amused that it wasn’t only in the bedroom that he could have her cooing those words for him. Petting one hand through her hair the other lovingly cupped her face against his palm. His dark sienna eyes pouring down into her more beautiful brown pair as he held onto this image of her happy face. “I want jeou to be with me everywhere I go, amour.” Savoring the words he never thought he would say or mean, as he made that promise to her. Running his thumb gently over the soft curve of her bottom lip as he held her close. “I can have our flight here in an hour. Do jeou zink jeou will be ready leave by zen?”
The lingering touch of his hand as she rose to leave is a balm to the nervous energy she feels of the prospect of going home with him. Trotting into the bathroom with light, excited steps before the door gently closed behind her. It’s much more intimidating to think she’ll be meeting the stern figures that raised him than presenting him to her quiet father and a mother that had a rebellious streak a mile wide.
She preens as long as she dares to under the heat of the water or in the reflection of the still steamy mirrors when she gets out of the shower. No hair out of place. She needed perfection, even if she knew Claude would no doubt say otherwise. Makeup, she decides though, can wait for the plane. More than plenty of time to do it while in the air, after all.
“Very good.” She replied, moving in to peck a kiss into his cheek. “Since you already packed for us, I think I’m ready whenever the car is.” She sat beside him, leaning heavily against his arm as her slim fingers slipped into his. “I really hope yours like me as much as mine will like you.”
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(Perhaps a small peek into the future thread where they meet each others families for the first time?)
“Yes, dad, I’m aware ‘Hanna had to have given you guys some sort of idea of his… reputation, when we first started seeing each other.” Harriet said. Her hip leaned against the countertop in the kitchen, steam lightly wafting from the warm mug of tea her fingers wrapped around, waiting for Claude to be done showering in the bath upstairs. “He’s never hid that past, and I went into it knowing we were probably just going to be notches in each others bedposts. But it… it became so, so much more.”
“We’re going to have our own family, someday. I know that much.”
“Don’t fret about your worry wart of a father.” Her mother said. “We’re happy for you, truly. Just don’t go getting started on that while you’re here. Or at least I don’t want to be able to hear you if you do.” The comment is punctuated by the older woman’s laughter, and the groans of her daughter and husband.

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At first, Harriet didn't realize her lover had returned from his latest trip away. Unaware of the invisible figure lounging in one of the chairs of her little salon as she shuffled about putting everything away for the day. It wasn’t as much work as it had been at the start, seeing less clients in her chairs these days either from opening her little space up for work less, or that word had gotten around very quickly once Claude had made his claim and the two of them had stuck together and most men who only sat in her chairs for the chance to have some of her attention on them left her be.
She let out a small yelp at the feeling of unseen hands and the unexpected pull. But it’s a fleetingly second of surprise, replaced almost instantly by a wide, excited grin. Arms reaching instinctively to settle around his shoulders as he appeared. “I’ve missed you, love.”
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