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.
ML Skye
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