Estriel - i have fans?! :: dies of shock then comes back to life, a la Buffy :: my dear Alexander Holmes is based off a friend of a friend, Stan the Croatian model. dark hair, dark eyes, really tall, not overly muscled and an eletric smile. please excuse me while i wipe the drool from my keyboard.
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Chapter Seven
Dreams
Something awakened me. I rolled over in the back of the van and tried to forget about it. No such luck.
"C'mon Watson, wake up." I steadfastly refused to acknowledge this.
"I know you're awake." No he doesn't. He's just bluffing.
"Don't make me carry you inside. I'll tell Lei you got drunk off your ass." He wouldn't dare. Someone began persistently shaking my shoulder. Damn him. I sighed and sat up.
"You're a terrible bluffer."
"I'm too tired to bluff." Around this time, I actually opened my eyes. The dim blue dusk was just struggling valiantly over the horizon. The sky was a bright blue, but the world was still dark. Holmes was sitting awfully close.
We just kinda looked at each other for awhile. I realized that I'd never really studied his features. I mean I knew he had dark eyes and dark hair, but I'd never really looked before. He seemed to be realizing the same thing.
His hand was still on my shoulder and he moved it down to my waist. I reached over and pulled him close, running my hands through his dark hair. We kissed in the blue dawn…
*ring* My alarm went off, overjoyed to have interrupted at such a crucial moment. I punched the pillow a couple of times in frustration, then threw it at the still-buzzing alarm clock. Why me?
I decided that coffee would cure all ills and dragged myself upstairs in search of a cup. Interesting dreams and a chronic lack of sleep dulled my reaction times, so by the time I realized there were familiar voices in the kitchen; I was already standing on the threshold.
"Good morning, dearie. Have fun last night?" Lorelei greeted me. Holmes was sitting across the table from her and they were both nursing steaming cups of tea. Since I was still thinking about the dream, her question caught me seriously off guard.
"Umm…"
"Oh knock it off, Lei. You're not going to scare an answer out of Watson that way."
"Hmph. I think I have a right to know. Forty percent of my band is breaking into the van with coat hangers and staying out till all hours of the night."
Relieved that Lei had not suddenly turned psychic, I put on a pot of coffee. No one else in the house drank coffee; crazy Brits.
"Incidentally, what are you still doing here?" I asked Holmes. I was still trying to figure which parts of last night I had dreamed and which were real.
"Why drive home when there are seven perfectly good couches right here?"
"He scared the crap out of Mildred when she found him in the den." Lei confided in me. "C'mon you can tell me. Is it a case?" Lei and Holmes argued for a bit longer, then Holmes sneakily segued into talk of college.
It was very satisfying to sit around the island in Lei's gigantic kitchen, sipping tea/coffee and just talking for a while. It's the little things the make up life etc. etc.
Holmes cell phone rang, startling us both. The Tigers couldn't be going out on another expedition tonight, could they? But Holmes took out his other cell phone.
"Hel…" The caller interrupted Holmes. Loudly. I could hear it from across the island. Holmes frowned at the phone for precisely ten seconds then hung up.
"I have to go into work. C'mon Watson."
"I don't work there; why should I suffer?"
"Hargrave's precise words were, 'Get your ass in here and bring that drummer of yours with you.'"
Why me?
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Chapter Seven
Dreams
Something awakened me. I rolled over in the back of the van and tried to forget about it. No such luck.
"C'mon Watson, wake up." I steadfastly refused to acknowledge this.
"I know you're awake." No he doesn't. He's just bluffing.
"Don't make me carry you inside. I'll tell Lei you got drunk off your ass." He wouldn't dare. Someone began persistently shaking my shoulder. Damn him. I sighed and sat up.
"You're a terrible bluffer."
"I'm too tired to bluff." Around this time, I actually opened my eyes. The dim blue dusk was just struggling valiantly over the horizon. The sky was a bright blue, but the world was still dark. Holmes was sitting awfully close.
We just kinda looked at each other for awhile. I realized that I'd never really studied his features. I mean I knew he had dark eyes and dark hair, but I'd never really looked before. He seemed to be realizing the same thing.
His hand was still on my shoulder and he moved it down to my waist. I reached over and pulled him close, running my hands through his dark hair. We kissed in the blue dawn…
*ring* My alarm went off, overjoyed to have interrupted at such a crucial moment. I punched the pillow a couple of times in frustration, then threw it at the still-buzzing alarm clock. Why me?
I decided that coffee would cure all ills and dragged myself upstairs in search of a cup. Interesting dreams and a chronic lack of sleep dulled my reaction times, so by the time I realized there were familiar voices in the kitchen; I was already standing on the threshold.
"Good morning, dearie. Have fun last night?" Lorelei greeted me. Holmes was sitting across the table from her and they were both nursing steaming cups of tea. Since I was still thinking about the dream, her question caught me seriously off guard.
"Umm…"
"Oh knock it off, Lei. You're not going to scare an answer out of Watson that way."
"Hmph. I think I have a right to know. Forty percent of my band is breaking into the van with coat hangers and staying out till all hours of the night."
Relieved that Lei had not suddenly turned psychic, I put on a pot of coffee. No one else in the house drank coffee; crazy Brits.
"Incidentally, what are you still doing here?" I asked Holmes. I was still trying to figure which parts of last night I had dreamed and which were real.
"Why drive home when there are seven perfectly good couches right here?"
"He scared the crap out of Mildred when she found him in the den." Lei confided in me. "C'mon you can tell me. Is it a case?" Lei and Holmes argued for a bit longer, then Holmes sneakily segued into talk of college.
It was very satisfying to sit around the island in Lei's gigantic kitchen, sipping tea/coffee and just talking for a while. It's the little things the make up life etc. etc.
Holmes cell phone rang, startling us both. The Tigers couldn't be going out on another expedition tonight, could they? But Holmes took out his other cell phone.
"Hel…" The caller interrupted Holmes. Loudly. I could hear it from across the island. Holmes frowned at the phone for precisely ten seconds then hung up.
"I have to go into work. C'mon Watson."
"I don't work there; why should I suffer?"
"Hargrave's precise words were, 'Get your ass in here and bring that drummer of yours with you.'"
Why me?
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Questions, comments, critisicms, complaints? Make your voice heard.
.•´¨`•»¦«•Kerowyn•»¦«•´¨`•.