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TITLE: Up on the Roof
CHARACTERS: Nick Stokes, Meredith Tate
RATING: PG-13 (for now)
SUMMARY: Nick and Meredith have a romantic rendezvous.
OPEN/CLOSED: Closed
STATUS: Incomplete
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The air was crisp and clean and the stars sparkled like diamonds amidst the coal black sky. Meredith paced against the railing; a Sherman's all natural cigarette between her fingertips and a glass of fine wine resting in her other hand. She rarely smoked, just in moments like this where the winds felt right. She loved being up on the roof, kissing Nick against the stars. Her lips always had a tinge of tobacco on them and her tongue tasted of sweet merlot and her breath was warm with love.
In the far distance she could see Quantico; hear random gunshots from agents in training courses, occasionally cars would race by as agents learned every corner of their career's roads in multiple ways.
She didn't want to leave this. She didn't want to leave Nick. The month she'd been in America was amazing. She'd found real, true love; her prince charming. But alas, in three months she'd be on a jet back to Scotland Yard...alone.
She sat herself down in the lawn chair she always sat in, across from the one Nick had worn in, pale green against her pale pink.
When she heard the roof door open, she closed her eyes for a moment and smiled. The familiar pattern of footsteps she knew so well and the soft smell of Stetson cologne had become home to her.
"Hello handsome," she said with a grin, not bothering to turn around just yet. She loved to get a kiss on the top of her head and then look up to that amazing texas boy smile.
CHARACTERS: Nick Stokes, Meredith Tate
RATING: PG-13 (for now)
SUMMARY: Nick and Meredith have a romantic rendezvous.
OPEN/CLOSED: Closed
STATUS: Incomplete
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The air was crisp and clean and the stars sparkled like diamonds amidst the coal black sky. Meredith paced against the railing; a Sherman's all natural cigarette between her fingertips and a glass of fine wine resting in her other hand. She rarely smoked, just in moments like this where the winds felt right. She loved being up on the roof, kissing Nick against the stars. Her lips always had a tinge of tobacco on them and her tongue tasted of sweet merlot and her breath was warm with love.
In the far distance she could see Quantico; hear random gunshots from agents in training courses, occasionally cars would race by as agents learned every corner of their career's roads in multiple ways.
She didn't want to leave this. She didn't want to leave Nick. The month she'd been in America was amazing. She'd found real, true love; her prince charming. But alas, in three months she'd be on a jet back to Scotland Yard...alone.
She sat herself down in the lawn chair she always sat in, across from the one Nick had worn in, pale green against her pale pink.
When she heard the roof door open, she closed her eyes for a moment and smiled. The familiar pattern of footsteps she knew so well and the soft smell of Stetson cologne had become home to her.
"Hello handsome," she said with a grin, not bothering to turn around just yet. She loved to get a kiss on the top of her head and then look up to that amazing texas boy smile.