Discalimer: don't own, wish i owned Will
Snow...
AN: Just a little fluff... I was feeling
wierd today, but here is my fluffy fic.
The Gentleman
Marguerite and Roxton are wlking through
the jungle together. Marguerite trips over
a root and turns back in exasperation. He's
very surprised when her nose collides with
his cheekbone. He catches her by the arms to
steady her. She looks deeply into his eyes
and he can't hide the spark of passion.
"All you all right?"
"I am now," she whispers. He tips her back
on her feet, but keeps a large hand on her
shoulder. "Why do you always do that!"
Roxton is clueless. "Do what?"
"You are *always* the perfect gentleman!"
She jerks away. Roxton is stunned. He has never
considered himself a gentleman and is shocked
that Marguerite thinks he is. He grabs and bends
her band in a long, passionate kiss. All
Marguerite can do is gasp.
"Was that un-gentlemanly enough for you?"
Snow...
AN: Just a little fluff... I was feeling
wierd today, but here is my fluffy fic.
The Gentleman
Marguerite and Roxton are wlking through
the jungle together. Marguerite trips over
a root and turns back in exasperation. He's
very surprised when her nose collides with
his cheekbone. He catches her by the arms to
steady her. She looks deeply into his eyes
and he can't hide the spark of passion.
"All you all right?"
"I am now," she whispers. He tips her back
on her feet, but keeps a large hand on her
shoulder. "Why do you always do that!"
Roxton is clueless. "Do what?"
"You are *always* the perfect gentleman!"
She jerks away. Roxton is stunned. He has never
considered himself a gentleman and is shocked
that Marguerite thinks he is. He grabs and bends
her band in a long, passionate kiss. All
Marguerite can do is gasp.
"Was that un-gentlemanly enough for you?"
