June 15, 2014
Happy Father's Day to all the fathers and father figures out there!
So… Orphan Black is almost over for this season and *eep* I still have way more questions than answers. That said, I don't care. I love everything about this season. Although, I guess I should ask if it's really wrong I pretty much cheered on Helena throughout last night's entire episode? No? Good. And Donnie and Alison. Twisted and creepy, but holy shit, I laughed, even though I shouldn't have. :D
Tonight's post is from Domestic Partners, a novella where my main couple gets to revisit their history, whether they want to or not.
Here's the tagline:
Tabby and Hale pretend to be domestic partners to keep the man who killed her husband from getting his hands on her. But when they're forced to live together, sparks and tempers fly, because Tabby broke a promise she made to Hale and he's not going to let her forget it.
And a sneaky peek…
Hale caught sight of Lawrence skulking around Tabby's tent. Thinking fast, Hale flipped out his knife and cut a long slice in the heavy canvas, slid inside, and quickly crawled into bed with Tabby. She stirred and he clamped his hand over her mouth. He jerked his head toward the door and her eyes widened when she noticed the shadowy figure lurking outside. She relaxed and he removed his hand from her mouth.
When the door latch rattled, Hale leaned in, kissing Tabby while quickly toeing his boots off to land on the soft, woven carpet beside the bed. Tabby responded and the embrace spun out and heated up.
The door cracked open and Tabby tensed for a brief moment, the only indication she gave of knowing they were no longer alone. Lawrence entered her home, but neither let on, pretending to be so wrapped up in each other that they couldn't hear him. Tabby moaned Hale's name, acting oblivious to the prowling figure in the entrance.
Hale deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue past her lips and sliding his hand under her shirt to palm a breast. Lawrence still lingered, remaining silent in the shadows. Tabby pushed things a little more, dragging Hale's shirt off, going further and removing her own. She unfastened his pants and dipped her hand inside. Hale took the hint and shoved his fatigues past his hips then dragged her panties to the side. Angling her back, he maneuvered between her legs, getting into position. Running his lips along her shoulder, Hale poised to enter Tabby.
The door shut quietly and Tabby grabbed ahold of Hale's ass. "Hale."
Hale snapped back to reality, blinking to meet her gaze.
She whispered. "He's gone." Reaching around, she found her shirt and quickly pulled it back over her head.
Hale collapsed sideways. "Right, yeah." He huffed out a harsh breath and relaxed.
All but one part of him. Yanking his pants up, he left them unfastened until he could get the rigid length under control.
Tabby scrambled up and shoved him off the bed. "What the flaming hell, Hale?" She stumbled off the mattress and fished around for her fatigues. "If you ever pull a stunt like again, I'll do bodily harm."
Hale shook his head. "I just saved your life. Or at the very least kept you from being hauled to the detention center." He snagged his shirt from under the covers and pulled it over his head. "You could show a little gratitude."
Tabby snorted. "Maybe I would if you'd filled me in beforehand." She lit a lantern and slid the inside lock on the latch.
Hale tilted his head to the side, confused.
Tabby rolled her eyes. "You had to know he could be a problem." She jabbed her finger into his shoulder. "You should have said something."
Hale lifted a brow. "Would you have believed me?" As if. She barely spoke to him on a good day.
Tabby sighed. "Probably not." She growled low in her throat. "And now we have a big ass problem."
Hale frowned. "Shit." He probably should've thought the possible repercussions out a little more.
Tabby nodded. "Yeah. Lawrence thinks we're a couple. That means we're gonna have to act like it now."
Let the fun begin! LOL
That's it for this week. Catch everyone on the flip.