A/N: Hello, all. So, here's the deal. Over on the bird app (aka twitter for those not aware) I did a little challenge for myself. I let everyone give me one word, and I wrote a short ficlet, somehow incorporating that one word into the story. This was a big challenge for me and some of the ficlets I'm pretty darn proud of, so I wanted to post them here. There's 60 in total so, pick your poison.
The title of the chapter will be the challenge word, and anything with an M rating with having a warning before hand! Some are super short and some are a bit longer, so hopefully you'll find something you like! As always, thank you guys for reading and commenting and reviewing and all that jazz. I really appreciate it!
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horoscope
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She's perched in place in his kitchen in the morning light, one foot on the bar stool beside her and the other flat on the floor, flipping through the paper when he sees her. She's practically glowing and he attributes it to the long night of great sex they had the evening before.
She's wearing his Harvey shirt and a pair of black leggings that make her ass look fantastic and he just revels in the moment of being able to observe her freely. It's only been a few weeks and he doesn't think he'll ever get used to the fact that he can openly stare and when he chooses to, touch and taste. He can use all his sense with her and it's truly amazing.
He pads his way over to her from his bedroom, coming up close and dropping a kiss to her shoulder and then to her temple, squeezing her hip just because he can.
"Good morning," she says softly. "Coffee's over ready."
"Good morning," He responds, already reaching for a mug.
"Whatcha reading?" He says, bringing the hot liquid to his lips, smirking.
"Horoscope section," she mumbles back.
"Heavy news day then?" He teases, coming to stand next to her.
"Don't start with me or I won't read you yours," she says, already scanning for his sign.
"Oh come on, you know you want to," he says nudging her shoulder with his own.
She smirks, then meets his eyes and says, "Well, Mr. Specter, your horoscope reads 'Take a chance, today is your lucky day'."
Smirking, Harvey's eyes rake her form from bottom to top, once again taking in her outfit, bun atop her head and face free from a stitch of makeup. He meets her eyes, and sees them twinkling with amusement, clearly reading his mind.
"Yeah, I'd say today is my lucky day," He responds, grabbing her hips and pulling him into her, unable to hold back his smile.
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