FOUR LITTLE WORDS
WOW: paint. Big spoilers for 10.02, Reichenbach and small ones for 10.05 Fan Fiction.
The Impala is very forgiving. Impala POV.
Disclaimer: not mine, never will be.
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The way he handles that wrench, it's enough to make a girl weep with joy.
A frisson of pleasure runs through me, throbbing through my every newly-tightened rivet as he runs his hand carefully over my gleaming paintwork.
His hot breath mists over my fender as he lifts the hem of his T shirt and buffs away a smear of wax. That's when I hear his voice, as soft and low as distant thunder; "looking good there, Baby."
Four little words meant just for me.
The terrible memory of those four other words; "it's just a car," are long gone.
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