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open_flameCharacters: Liz Sherman-Harkness/Jack Harkness
Fandom: Hellboy/Torchwood
Setting: Bump in the Night Verse Couple Retreat Tweek
Rating: PG-13 ( sluttiness on the part of a married immortal, scantily clad mythical beach sluts, meddlesome goddesses in the guise of helpful marriage councilors, f*cking language, murderous intent by an overreactive pyrokinetic )
Word Count: 325
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100_fairytales 057:Old Woman as Trouble Maker
Liz's arms were folded so tightly against her chest her ribs might crack if she breathed too deeply. She dug her teeth into her lip to keep from screaming at the so called therapist so hard that tears were starting to well up in her eyes. At least that's what she told herself as her eyes started to burn.
“We're fine.” Liz insisted as the councilor raised an eyebrow and pointed the tip of her pen at Liz's husband, who had been oddly silent for most of the session.
Liz looked over at him, then followed Jack's gaze out the window to the perfect white sand beach. Within seconds she noticed what he was staring at. Her hands moved from around her arms to the sides of the chair she was sitting in as she craned her head around. Jack's eyes were glazed over, his lips twisted up in a grin that was supposed to be reserved for her and her alone. What the hell good was that diamond that cost as much as most people's houses on her finger if the man who gave it to her was going to oogle not one, but SIX girls with what she was sure were plastic breasts barely covered in bikinis that might as well have been made of dental floss?
He held up his hand to silence the women, though neither of them were speaking. “I'll be right back...one second.” The furious look on his wife's face didn't even register as he leaped out of the chair and out the door of the cabana.
Liz quickly folded her arms again in an attempt to hide the fact her fingertips were flickering with white hot angry fire. A small smirk flashed across the therapist's face, and if Liz hadn't been so busy trying to keep control of her ability, she'd have noticed the smug expression of victory on the older woman's face. “Is that your definition of fine?” the supposed expert quipped. Liz was too distracted by the chorus of giggles coming from the beach to hear her.
“Jack. I am going to fucking kill you...”
Fandom: Hellboy/Torchwood
Setting: Bump in the Night Verse Couple Retreat Tweek
Rating: PG-13 ( sluttiness on the part of a married immortal, scantily clad mythical beach sluts, meddlesome goddesses in the guise of helpful marriage councilors, f*cking language, murderous intent by an overreactive pyrokinetic )
Word Count: 325
Prompt:
100_fairytales 057:Old Woman as Trouble Maker Liz's arms were folded so tightly against her chest her ribs might crack if she breathed too deeply. She dug her teeth into her lip to keep from screaming at the so called therapist so hard that tears were starting to well up in her eyes. At least that's what she told herself as her eyes started to burn.
“We're fine.” Liz insisted as the councilor raised an eyebrow and pointed the tip of her pen at Liz's husband, who had been oddly silent for most of the session.
Liz looked over at him, then followed Jack's gaze out the window to the perfect white sand beach. Within seconds she noticed what he was staring at. Her hands moved from around her arms to the sides of the chair she was sitting in as she craned her head around. Jack's eyes were glazed over, his lips twisted up in a grin that was supposed to be reserved for her and her alone. What the hell good was that diamond that cost as much as most people's houses on her finger if the man who gave it to her was going to oogle not one, but SIX girls with what she was sure were plastic breasts barely covered in bikinis that might as well have been made of dental floss?
He held up his hand to silence the women, though neither of them were speaking. “I'll be right back...one second.” The furious look on his wife's face didn't even register as he leaped out of the chair and out the door of the cabana.
Liz quickly folded her arms again in an attempt to hide the fact her fingertips were flickering with white hot angry fire. A small smirk flashed across the therapist's face, and if Liz hadn't been so busy trying to keep control of her ability, she'd have noticed the smug expression of victory on the older woman's face. “Is that your definition of fine?” the supposed expert quipped. Liz was too distracted by the chorus of giggles coming from the beach to hear her.
“Jack. I am going to fucking kill you...”
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