A Tag for the Tag of "J. Edgar's Ghost"
rankamateur
Scarecrow and Mrs. King belong to Warner Bros. and Shoot The Moon Enterprises Ltd.
Don't know what writer David Brown would have come up with if he had been allowed another sixty seconds, but this is what I came up with. (OK, so I didn't quit after the first one.)
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Lee and Amanda face each other across his desk in the Q-bureau. Amanda has just shown Lee a picture.
Amanda: "This? This is free. It's the negative that's gonna cost ya'."
Lee: Leans forward with his hands on his desk, looking serious, "How much?"
Amanda: Smiling, and leaning forward with her hands on the desk, "Oh well, we'll probably start with dinner at Spencer's and then we'll take it from there."
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'Oh, Amanda, Lee thought, what do you think you are doing? There you are with that mischievous twinkle in your eyes, those wonderful, warm, brown eyes - your head tilted - your mouth open just a bit, smiling at me.... Are you flirting with me? You're so close - only inches away. Do you know you're driving me crazy? Do you know what I want to do? Do you actually *want* me to kiss you?'
'Wait a minute, this is Amanda King, my partner, my friend, a mother of two, a leader of Junior Trailblazers, for Pete's sake!'
'But, what did she say a few weeks back, it was during the O'Keefe case when we were discussing getting inside Transoceanic Industries...she said somethin' like - 'she could still flirt pretty well if she wanted to'.....'
'That's what she's doing - she's *flirting* with me!'
'Come on Lee,' Amanda thought, 'I've gone more than half way here and my neck is starting to cramp up. I can't hold this position for much longer!'
'I think she does want me to kiss her...she's trying to get me to kiss her! She's daring me, teasing me, toying with me like a cat with a mouse....well, we'll see about that!'
'Oh, but she's so close, only a few inches away and so, so very....... And I really want to.....I.... No, no! Not till *I'm* ready!'
But the mouse named Lee found himself moving forward involuntarily, against his will, closing his eyes and closing the gap between them, until his lips touched hers.
It was just a little kiss, but it was sweet and warm and so full of promise.
"OK, Spencer's it is. What time shall I pick you up?"
"Umm," Amanda said, blushing mightily at, not only her boldness and daring, but her *victory*, "Seven o'clock would be just fine with me."
The End
rankamateur
Scarecrow and Mrs. King belong to Warner Bros. and Shoot The Moon Enterprises Ltd.
Don't know what writer David Brown would have come up with if he had been allowed another sixty seconds, but this is what I came up with. (OK, so I didn't quit after the first one.)
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Lee and Amanda face each other across his desk in the Q-bureau. Amanda has just shown Lee a picture.
Amanda: "This? This is free. It's the negative that's gonna cost ya'."
Lee: Leans forward with his hands on his desk, looking serious, "How much?"
Amanda: Smiling, and leaning forward with her hands on the desk, "Oh well, we'll probably start with dinner at Spencer's and then we'll take it from there."
___________________________________________________________
'Oh, Amanda, Lee thought, what do you think you are doing? There you are with that mischievous twinkle in your eyes, those wonderful, warm, brown eyes - your head tilted - your mouth open just a bit, smiling at me.... Are you flirting with me? You're so close - only inches away. Do you know you're driving me crazy? Do you know what I want to do? Do you actually *want* me to kiss you?'
'Wait a minute, this is Amanda King, my partner, my friend, a mother of two, a leader of Junior Trailblazers, for Pete's sake!'
'But, what did she say a few weeks back, it was during the O'Keefe case when we were discussing getting inside Transoceanic Industries...she said somethin' like - 'she could still flirt pretty well if she wanted to'.....'
'That's what she's doing - she's *flirting* with me!'
'Come on Lee,' Amanda thought, 'I've gone more than half way here and my neck is starting to cramp up. I can't hold this position for much longer!'
'I think she does want me to kiss her...she's trying to get me to kiss her! She's daring me, teasing me, toying with me like a cat with a mouse....well, we'll see about that!'
'Oh, but she's so close, only a few inches away and so, so very....... And I really want to.....I.... No, no! Not till *I'm* ready!'
But the mouse named Lee found himself moving forward involuntarily, against his will, closing his eyes and closing the gap between them, until his lips touched hers.
It was just a little kiss, but it was sweet and warm and so full of promise.
"OK, Spencer's it is. What time shall I pick you up?"
"Umm," Amanda said, blushing mightily at, not only her boldness and daring, but her *victory*, "Seven o'clock would be just fine with me."
The End