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lithium ([info]unchainme) wrote in [info]fanfic100,
@ 2008-01-21 23:00:00

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Rachel/Alec (prompt 52 fire)
Title: Untitled
Fandom: Dark Angel
Characters: Alec McDowell/Rachel Berrisford
Prompt: 52 Fire
Word Count: 203
Rating: pg-13
Summary: Random little tidbits during the Berrisford Agenda
Author's Notes: Something new and different, the "you" person is meant to be Rachel, and I wanted to see bout writing something like this. I don't own the characters and whatnot. Simply using them. This is written for [info]ladybug218

The first time he entered that room, your eyes were glued to him. He was like this hot guy walking into your house to teach you piano lessons in your private estate owned by your father. He watched you as you toy with the heart around your neck, giving him that little coy smile and tugging your lower lip in between your teeth as you gave a coy smile at his direction.

Two weeks later your pushed against the door of your father's office and his lips are on yours. You gave him that glance again, when he was all the way on the other side of your father's office. A smile and then you stayed there, his eyes locked on yours as he moved over and picked you up before placing you there, the cold door against your back where the shirt lifted up. A skirt that was in the way being pushed up as your leg wrapped around him, his hands resting on your thigh. He never went any further then that, he always stopped himself.

Those kisses were hot and the stare downs were even hotter, it's a real shame you never got to actually feel him. A damn shame.


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