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Some more inner monologue. For @dirobinsonhearteyes who suggested this scene.

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The walk of shame, featuring an Utterly Mortified Jack

(Update: here's some more inner dialogue)

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#45 for the hands prompts (jack/phryne) // #20 for touching // and #22 for the kiss in the rain we were robbed of in crypt of tears

Kisses #22: kisses in the rain

(yes, we were robbed)

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"Or you can thank me."

It had slipped out unbidden, like most things he did and said around her.

She looked up at him as though she thought she’d heard him wrong, and Jack was thoroughly captivated. She was breathless and completely drenched from her chase, and the way her hair was plastered to her face reminded him of Queenscliff. For a moment, it almost felt like they were back home, back to what they had been.

He couldn’t resist a small, goading nod.

Her disbelieving gaze turned into a delighted smile. His own mouth moved to mirror hers, grinning like he hadn’t done in months, and he saw her eyes take a very familiar detour down to his lips.

“I put out the fire!”

Both of their heads swivelled to face the other end of the alley. Jack swallowed and licked his lips, almost able to taste what had nearly been.

What a fool he was, allowing hope to bloom so quickly. They weren't in Melbourne, and they weren't back in step. For a moment, he had forgotten how much had gotten between them.

“Well done, professor,” Phryne called after a moment. She turned her head to face Jack again, still smiling, but the spell was broken. He could only stare at her.

“Well done...” she echoed without looking away from him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the professor turn and stumble back to the antiques-warehouse.

With one last loaded look to Phryne, Jack turned to start walking back too. Back to the case and to working together. Back to not allowing himself to hope that she —

She grabbed his arm.

"Jack..." she spoke, and when she tugged him back to her side, her eyes held the same hope he had tried to stop himself from feeling.

"Phryne," he murmured in disbelief, and then his lips were on hers.

He threaded his fingers through her wet hair and let her tug him closer by his lapels, moaning when he felt her hands on his nape.

When they finally parted, she didn't go far. He nearly closed his eyes at the caress of her hand on his cheek, but he didn't want to look away from her even for a moment.

"I was hoping you'd do that," she admitted. "So very much, Jack, but I didn't want to presume that you still — "

"I should have done that the moment you stepped off the damn aeroplane," he said, and she let out a breathless laugh.

They were far from Melbourne, but they were still Phryne and Jack, and their waltz would continue.

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Hello!!! Touching #42 for Phryne and Mac or Touching #10 for Phrack, please! 🥰

Helloooo! Hope you like it :D

Touching #42: braiding the other’s hair

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The atmosphere at the club was not satisfactory, so they soon returned to Phryne's parlour. Some drunken revelry and dancing later they were both ready to collapse with exhaustion.

Now, one very dishevelled doctor lay on her back on the parlour rug with her head cushioned on Phryne's lap.

Phryne threw back another drink and smiled down at her closest friend. "Ma-ac," she sang. "Your hair is falling out."

"That's your bloody fault," Mac muttered, "for giving me so much grief."

"Nooo," Phryne laughed, swaying sideways to place her glass on the coffee table. "I meant, your hair is falling out of your hairdo."

"Still your fault."

"Let me fix it for you."

The fiery strands slipped through her fingers as she tugged Mac's hair loose. She hadn't done that in years, but it felt wonderful and familiar all the same.

"It doesn't feel like you're fixing it," Mac said with her eyes closed.

"Hush," Phryne said, combing the hair with her fingers and starting to plait one side. "I'm making it even better."

Phryne could see the motion of Mac's eyes rolling behind her eyelids. She smirked. Mac knew her all too well.

She dropped one plait and started on the other, and Mac opened an eye. "Are you giving me schoolgirl plaits?"

"Of course not," Phryne spoke, knowing full well her voice had gone up an octave. She pulled the two plaits over Mac's face, letting them cross under her nose to give Mac a moustache. "I'm turning you into a fierce pirate, ready to conquer the seven seas and the hearts of maidens."

Mac grinned up at her, always the fellow pirate girl from Collingwood. "Does that mean I get to have more rum?"

Phryne laughed, swooped down and pressed a kiss to Mac's forehead. "Of course, darling."

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Hands (35) for Phrack, if you're still taking prompts, please 🙏😁

Of course! <3

Hand-holding #35: grabbing the other’s hand to pull them back to them

@a-wonderingmind's prompt fic from yesterday reminded me of something I've wanted to write for a while now, and it fits perfectly with this prompt, so... enjoy? :D

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“Alright, that’s enough!” Phryne stood up from the chaise and held out her hand to Jack. “Come on.”

His eyes went from tired to surprised to slightly wary, but he still took her hand and stood. “Phryne?”

“I can’t allow you to be so maudlin in my parlour.” She let go of his hand and turned towards the gramophone. “You push the furniture to the walls, and I’ll take care of the music.”

She expected him to protest, but after a few moments, he turned and started moving the chaise out of the way. She watched him from the corner of her eye as she scanned through her collection of records.

When the music started (a waltz, of course), he stood waiting for her in the centre of the room, his hand held out to her. Phryne went to him and placed her hand in his. Then she turned it over so she was holding his hand in hers instead.

He paused, his other hand already on its way to her back. Phryne raised her eyebrows at him and smiled. She snaked her own arm underneath Jack’s to settle on his back, like he usually held her. Jack let out a small breath and placed his hand lightly on her shoulder.

They’d never done this before. Jack’s hands on her were tentative, clearly unused to their reversed positions. His eyes travelled over their limbs and back to her face, their expression uncertain and amused.

“Have you ever danced in this position before?” she asked.

He breathed out a laugh. “No. How do I...”

She brought their hands up to her mouth and pressed a quick kiss on his knuckles before reverting to the correct position.

“Don’t think about it too much, darling. Just relax and let me lead.”

He nodded.

She held his eyes carefully, silently counting before she gave a small nod and started moving.

Jack stepped forward instead of back, bumping into her. They both lost their balance and stumbled backwards.

"Sorry," Jack said, looking sheepish.

Phryne grabbed his hand and pulled him back into her arms. "It will take a while. Try and imagine that you're a swooning maiden," she widened her eyes dramatically at him, "and I'm the dashing hero sweeping you off your feet."

He held a straight face but his amusement was palpable. "Yes, Miss Fisher," he said demurely.

She tilted her head at him and resumed her stance. They wordlessly counted with each other before they started moving again.

It went surprisingly well. Jack was a quick study, and he managed to relax his body and let her lead. Phryne knew firsthand how strong and fit Jack's body was, so it was utterly intoxicating to be the one to steer him.

Until he stepped on her toe.

She gave him a reprimanding glare. "Concentrate, Inspector!"

He nodded and they started moving again, but Jack kept faltering now that he had done so once.

"Or maybe you shouldn't concentrate so hard," Phryne mused out loud. She stopped, grabbed his head and dragged him down for a passionate kiss. When she pulled away, Phryne took advantage of his distraction to start leading again. Jack fell into step effortlessly.

They took a few turns around her parlour. When the song finally ended, Jack's arms slid around her and he hugged her to him.

"Thank you," he murmured against her hair. "I enjoyed that."

"Excellent!" she grinned into Jack's ear. "We'll get better with practice."

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Wait if you're still taking prompts #15 from the casual touches for phrack please?

Of course! #15: washing the other's hair.

Sorry for taking so long 😅

The backgate to the McNaster's garden creaked loudly when they opened it. Jack glanced up at the house, but all seemed quiet.

Phryne made a beeline for the kitchen door, probably just as eager as Jack to get out of her wet clothes and into a warm bed. Jack grabbed her arm to halt her.

"I don't want to carry an entire seaside's worth of sand into the house," he murmured. "Especially not if Mr Butler has to clean it up."

(Wading back to the beach from the pier, he had been so focussed on her dark form ahead of him that a small swell had swept him off his feet. He had tumbled into her, and the wave had slammed both of them onto the beach in a tangle of wet, sandy limbs. Phryne had laughed, and he had smiled sheepishly at her, but now there was sand everywhere.)

"Good point," she said and turned, tugging him deeper into the garden by his arm. "I think there should be… aha! Here!"

She bent down and picked up the end of a hose pipe that lay twirled around the base of a tap. "We can strip down to our underthings and clean up with the hose. I'll take the wet clothes to the kitchen door. Mr Butler waited up, so I'll ask him for some towels." She looked thoughtful. "Hopefully he can work some magic on your suit and coat as well."

Under normal circumstances, Jack would have felt obligated to object to the stripping down to their underthings part. But Phryne's presence had always had an altering effect on his views of what was appropriate, and the concealing darkness of the garden worked its magic on him.

Besides, it was a purely practical suggestion.

"I'll go first," Phryne continued and reached for the hem of her top. Purely practical, taunted Jack's inner voice as he turned away politely and removed his own layers. He stopped when he was barefoot, in his trousers and undershirt.

He consciously tried to ignore the glimpses of bare skin he could see from the corner of his eye, so he was startled when she moved directly into his line of sight in all of her near-naked glory. 

"Hold the hose above my head for me, Jack?"

He did as she asked, and tried not to combust as she proceeded to rinse the sand and salt from her skin and hair, right there in front of him. 

"I think that should do it," she said at last, bending down to close the tap. Jack tried not to notice how her wet tap pants clung to her bottom. And then she straightened out, and he tried not to notice how her camisole clung to her breasts.

"Your turn, Jack," and he couldn't quite tell if she was teasing him or not. Her eyes fell down to his trousers. "If you remove those, I can take all our wet clothes to Mr Butler at once."

Filled with a sudden extreme need not to be so close to her, he started plucking his trousers down. He had some trouble removing his legs from the wet trouser legs, and he could sense Phryne's growing amusement as he lost his balance and started hopping around. 

Finally, he handed the trousers to her, feeling rather ridiculous in just his smalls and undershirt.

She let her gaze flit up and down his body for a second before she gave him a smirk and sashayed away, picking up their other clothes as she went.

Jack bent down and grabbed the hose. If he hurried, he could be done before she returned.

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He wasn't so lucky, as it turned out. 

He was bent over forward, trying to wash some sand out of his hair, when her voice spoke up from behind him.

"Oh, you're missing a spot, Jack. Hang on - "

Her hand took the hose pipe from his before he could look up. Suddenly her other hand was on his neck, and she was right, he could still feel the grains of sand under her… under Miss Fisher's fingertips.

Jack closed his eyes, and his shiver had nothing to do with the cool night breeze.

Her fingers finished with his neck and slid into his hair, raking across his scalp and rinsing away the remaining sand with the hose. And then she was just gently massaging his scalp, combing through his hair in a way that felt almost… tender?

Jack straightened out and she pulled back. She stood in front of him, the hose still running in her hand, and didn't look away.

Somehow, Jack didn't think she was teasing anymore. Slowly, he crouched and closed the tap, not breaking eye contact for a moment. 

She had two towels flung around her neck. Jack straightened out and reached for one of the towels.

She shook out of her trance. "Here, let me - " Her hands bumped into his as they untangled the towel from her neck together. She seemed unwilling to let go of it, helping Jack to drape it around his own shoulders. Unable to resist, Jack reached out and adjusted her towel as well.

When he was done, he didn't let go. She hadn't let go of him either. He glanced up to find her staring at him with unconcealed longing.

"Mr Butler has cacao ready for us in the kitchen," she said at last, her voice low. "Shall we head inside?"

"In a moment," said Jack, and kissed her.

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if nobody has asked yet, vampire AU!

Thank you! This is my favourite WIP and if I could just get the motivation to finish one of the fics, I would be over the moon XD

This got a bit long, sorry.

Invitations:

Five times Jack has to invite Phryne into a building, and one time she invites him.

“I’m sorry, Jack, but I really do need that invitation,” she said, awaiting his reaction with an amused waggle of her eyebrows.

He couldn’t help but believe her, reading between the lines of her flippant words. But how had she gotten into Stevens’ house?

“Alright, Miss Fisher,” he said with exasperation. “Please step inside the station.”

bite and let bite:

A bunch of vampire!Phryne snippets, some of them episode related.

Mr Butler served their food, and Phryne caught the curious look on Jack’s face as he glanced at her plate. They were served separate dishes, and hers were of a decidedly red variety.

He caught her eye and glanced away, embarrassed at being caught staring.

“You can ask, Jack,” she said, humour lacing her voice. “I’m certainly not shy about it.”

He smiled slightly and nodded, waiting until Mr Butler had left the room. “You ate normal food the other night,” he said immediately.

“I did,” she said. “I frequently do, although it isn’t terribly nutritious for me.”

Vampire fic:

Someone is killing vampires all over Melbourne, and Phryne goes after them.

His eyes widened before a glimmer of mirth crept in. “Are you comparing yourself to a mosquito, Miss Fisher?”

“There are some grounds for comparison,” she said innocently. “I’m sure I’ve given you sleepless nights before.”

“Hmm,” he said with a shrug. “And I don’t know how to make you go away. Is there some kind of repellent I can use on crime scenes?”

Endings

A series of possible endings, because I couldn't stop thinking about them even though I haven't even posted one (1) fic in the AU yet.

He sighs and looks up, and his heart, although it has stopped beating decades ago, feels like it summersaults in his chest. “Phryne!”

The woman in question smiles back at him. “Hello, Jack!”

His chair clatters to the floor as he leaps from it. “You’re back,” he says into Phryne’s hair.

“Mm-mmm,” she hums against his chest. “It’s been too long. Last I saw you, you were still insistent that cell phones would be a passing fancy. You’ve always been a bit behind the times.” She disentangles herself from his arms to grin knowingly at him.