#morpayne

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Is your ship that "probably banged in a morgue" Henry/Molly from Forever?

It is! They sure were getting really cozy while they were in there...

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Dating Tip #68: Flirt with your newest murder suspect

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First pairing to come to mind when I say "Witchcraft AU" for the 3-sentence meme (sorry, it's late and my brain is done)

She watched him from her chair, her red lips curved in an amused smile as Henry took in his surroundings. An antique desk--that had once been his, if he wasn’t mistaken--topped with tidy stacks of papers and a slim computer. Plush chairs, soft pillows. Bookshelves filled with mundane titles. Electric kettle, still steaming, perched atop a stark gray filing cabinet. A beautiful woman, with wavy blonde hair and clever, clever eyes.

“Not what I expected,” Henry admitted, stepping into the mostly-ordinary office, and he closed the door behind him.

Mistress Payne let out a small laugh, and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Not enough crystal balls or bubbling cauldrons or jars of eyes, Dr. Morgan?”

He paused, taken aback. “You know my name?”

“Oh, I know a lot of things about you--your name, your age, your real age.” She gave him a teasing grin. “Why you’re here.”

Henry tried not to react, and hoped he hadn’t gone pale when the blood seemed to drain from his face. “Oh?” he said, lightly, and clasped his trembling hands behind his back.

Her expression softened. “It’s okay, Henry,” she said, with gentle sincerity that did nothing to relieve the unease in his gut. “We all have secrets. Immortality is...unusual, but it’s not the biggest secret I’ve encountered, and I take confidentiality very, very seriously. But I’m afraid I cannot help you. What you want is something I’m not willing to offer any of my clients, and, in your case, it’s also beyond my capabilities as a witch. I’m s--”

She was interrupted by a knock on the door. “That would be Detective Martinez and Detective Hanson,” she said, with a grimace, and got up from her seat. “They’re here to arrest me.”

On the way to the door, she stopped, and laid a hand on Henry’s arm. “I’m sorry I didn’t have the answer you wanted,” she said, her eyes meeting his. He couldn’t turn away, even as she stripped him bare with a look, then kissed his cheek and murmured, “I’ll see you again soon.”

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Dating Tip #62: Discuss murder on your date

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Dating Tip #54: Tell her you want to discuss erotic electrocution

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Dating Tip #36: “I’m a hard case; too much history,” is a perfect pickup line. Women love a man with tons of emotional baggage

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Dating Tip #27: On your date together, make sure to tell her you got advice ahead of time from the other woman in your life

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morpayne "you can trust me" please?

Borderline NSFW-ish.

“You can trust me, Henry.” Molly stroked his cheek with her knuckles, her smile teasing, yet sweet. “It’s been a long time since you’ve done that--since you’ve trusted someone. Hasn’t it?”

Lying to her would be useless. Molly could read him like a book almost, her eyes stripping him naked with more skill than the nimble fingers that had removed his clothes. Though she didn’t know the full story, the bare bones were more than enough.

“It has,” he replied, and licked his dry lips. “I’m not very good at it.”

“I think you could be.” She draped herself over him, pinning him to the bed with her body, as though silently saying You can leave, if you want, but I don’t recommend it. He wrapped his arms around her in reply, splaying his hands on her back, holding her in place. Giving her permission. She made a small hum of approval. “I think you could be good at anything you wanted--including trusting people.”

“I rather doubt that,” he said, and dragged his hands along her back, exploring the sensual lines of her body, savoring the feel of warm skin beneath his palms. His hands followed the dip of her spine, and stopped on the firm curve of her rear. God, she was beautiful. She was also wrong. “You overestimate me.”

“No, you underestimate you,” she retorted, kindly, and laid a hand on his chest, over his heart. “You could trust someone, if you wanted to.” She trailed her fingers over his scar, tracing it with her fingertips. “It might help.”

“Or it might not,” he said, with a tight-lipped smile, and took her hand in his. “I haven’t had the best luck confiding in people.”

“Then let’s change that,” she said, and kissed his lips. “You know I’m good at keeping people’s secrets. Why don’t you tell me one of them? Just a little one. You think you can do that?”

One little secret. He could do that.