14 Works by ThatQueerReader
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Waiting was, with utmost certainty, the worst form of torture ever invented.
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Why. Why oh why couldn't she have drawn this particular prompt on the day with the eight orgasms?
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Dancing was, in her opinion, a wonderful interpretation of today's prompt. And somehow the game afoot made it even more precious.
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The rules were simple. Very simple. And they really should be working in her favour.
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Their complete lack of reaction when she'd drawn the prompt of the day solidified her suspicions that the paper strips in the leather pouch weren't always as randomly chosen by her as they'd led her to believe.
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What he'd done to deserve her, he didn't know.
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She'd considered herself lucky for not being blindfolded, but by now she was certain that Will knew exactly what he was doing when he let her keep her sight.
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There was one wish she had yet to write down.
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How the massive moulds of ice-to-be in the freezer hadn't become a hot topic in the past weeks, he didn't know.
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They would be leaving her bedroom. That was all she'd managed to get out of the two menaces that were her partners.
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Figuring out what the evening would entail hadn't been particularly difficult. Or so she'd thought as her eyes landed on the spiky cursive of her husband's handwriting, spelling out the theme of the night.
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Even a place as busy as the Sanctuary quiets down on a cold winter evening.
Well. Most of the inhabitants, at least.
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Words Worth Remembering by ThatQueerReader for Sarcastic_Science_Fiction_Writer
Fandoms: Sanctuary (Canada TV 2008)
26 Dec 2024
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And there, towards the end of the letter, were the words she had clung to so desperately in the past year. Words that had echoed in her mind since she first brought home the little boy currently asleep in her bed.
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“Don’t tell me the festive feelings have gone to your head as well,” she muttered, crossing the room until she stood in front of him.
“My head? On the contrary,” he began, his grin widening. “I have been recruited into keeping you sufficiently occupied this afternoon until everything is ready.”