something at work in my soul
literary prowess
(a time-honored tradition verse ficlet)
"You are so hot."
Kate Beckett snorts, shaking her head. "You are such a weirdo," she says. "I'm just reading a book, Rick. Don't act so surprised."
Her boyfriend offers her a lopsided grin, dropping onto the step beside her. "You're not just reading a book, you're reading one of the best, most appropriate books for this time of year."
She pats his knee. "I knew you were a nerd, baby, but you're taking the cake today."
His lips brush her cheek, dotting down her face to skim her jaw and then moving to her neck. She squirms at the tickle of his mouth, the gentle nip of his teeth over her skin.
"You're reading one of my favorite novels, sitting on my front stoop, drinking coffee from the mug I gave you; call me a nerd all you want, I'll wear that excitement proudly, Kate," he rumbles, grinning at her shiver.
"Nerd," she murmurs, bumping her head against his affectionately.
"Mhmm," he agrees, kissing her neck again. "Sexy nerd? It could be my costume for Mother's Halloween party this weekend – oh, it could be our couple's costume. What do you think? Of course, it's not really a costume, since we're both so ridiculously good looking…"
Kate laughs. "If I say yes, will you get me more coffee? A leaf landed in mine." She lifts the mug, showing him the offending foliage.
Her boyfriend, wonderful nerdy, sweet Rick takes her mug – the special mug he had given her to keep at his place – and kisses her nose. "I'll be back. Then I want to know what chapter you're on."
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