Jan 3, 2025
Cursed
Ace backed into the wood of the doorframe, bringing her with him. His fingers dug into her hip and they kissed harder—lips parting to catch on teeth and slide with tongue.
She whimpered, fingers holding tight to the fabric of his shirt—searching, searching, to pull at the buttons—and he pushed her back suddenly.
His eyes were another shade of stormy.
“Nancy, we can't,” he said.
Read on ao3: Nancy is in love with the dishwasher.
Written for @teamhodgins and the @secretsleuthexchange <3
