Send me a Ship and a Number and I will Write a Kiss
19. …for luck & 37. …without a motive.
“Shit!”
“Beth?” Kitty looks up from her coffee as Beth barrels through the kitchen with her arms full of folders and tote bags and a single shoe. It’s such a stark contrast to her usual morning self that Kitty can’t help but stare.
“You all right, love?” she offers cautiously. “There’s coffee in the pot.”
“Oh, I can’t,” Beth drops the shoe onto the floor and the rest of the pile she’s carrying onto the table, and starts jamming it into various bags. “My sodding alarm didn’t go off - first time since I got the blasted thing - and now I’m going to be late and it’s an Ofsted day, and I really, really didn’t need this.”
Kitty’s got to her feet during this monologue, and walked round the table to Beth. She puts a hand on Beth’s arm, lightly, and nods in the direction of the mat by the door. “Over there. Your other shoe.”
Beth pauses her frantic packing and glances at it. “Oh!” Her eyes widen in that lovely way she has. “Thank you, Kitty.”
She shoves a final file into place, reaches across the table without a word and takes a gulp from Kitty’s discarded coffee mug, almost hiding the face she makes. She doesn’t like it as sweet as Kitty does. Glancing at the clock, she makes another face entirely, this one less subtle. “Shit,” she says again, with feeling.
Kitty tightens her grip on Beth’s arm, just a little, just enough pressure to stop Beth in her tracks.
Beth turns her face up to Kitty enquiringly, and Kitty is struck again by how beautiful she is - by the way her own heart skips in her chest just looking at those eyes, so gentle even when she’s this stressed. Kitty leans down and kisses Beth, revelling in the spark that runs right through her when their lips meet.
And Beth absolutely melts into it, her mouth softening and opening against Kitty’s instantly, tongue flickering over Kitty’s bottom lip in that way that drives her wild. She makes a wonderful little sound into Kitty’s mouth, a sort of whimpering sigh, and all Kitty can think about, suddenly, is shoving Beth up against the door and having her way with her.
Tragically, she doesn’t have the chance to before Beth breaks away, more than a little breathless. “What was that for?”
Kitty grins wolfishly. “Do I need a reason now?”
“I’m in a rush, Kitty!” Beth’s tone is reproachful but her eyes are absolutely sparkling.
“For luck today,” Kitty tells her, the grin she couldn’t help if you paid her still plastered across her face. “And because you’re gorgeous when you’re all flustered.”
Beth blushes and swats at her, rolling her eyes, then goes to put on her shoes. “Just you wait till I get home later, Kitty Eckersley,” she says, half laughing now.
Kitty stretches her arms above her head, languid and deliberate, her t-shirt riding up to show her stomach. “Oh, I’ll be here,” she says, feeling the heat of Beth’s gaze on her, thoroughly pleased with herself.
It’s going to be a struggle not to get herself off today, she thinks, once Beth has made it out the door, but the payoff tonight will be more than worth it. Maybe she’ll write a song about it - an ode to sexual frustration and late-in-life lesbianism - while she waits.
thenk for ask jelly <3 (gosh your pic brings back st:disc memories)
3. What is your absolute favorite kind of fic to write?
Past me would've said angst, and she'd still be kinda right, but right now my fave is...not even a 'genre'? It's the kind that focuses only on one or two scenes so I can write in a lot of details (actions, motivations, inner monologue, etc) without making a chapter too long. Character analysis? idk what it's called if anyone knows tell me lolll
That's why I switched to writing ficlets instead of longfic. (and also the burnout. mostly the burnout.)
8. Why do you choose to write?
cos i can't do anything else well
15. Your guilty writing pleasure?
Focusing on my OCs, writing them from canon character POVs. I knowww people read fics for the canon blorbos but godDAMMIT if I'm not gonna flesh out my own OCs and detail why those canon blorbos are madly in love with them then WHOMST WILL.
I love both how much you enjoy Wuthering Heights and how much you loathe the WH movie because it keeps putting amusing things on my dash.
Haha, I'm glad I can provide some entertainment, at least!
I feel I'm being extra negative, and a *lot* to deal with on this platform, and a small part of me is always trying to find a balance between "hey, this is my blog and I can post my feelings about things" and the general wish to be a positive energy in the spaces I'm in.
And, sure.
"Positive" doesn't necessarily mean "cheerful" or "happy", and very often, some of the most positive interactions I've experienced were the ones with others who also are aware of what's going on (both WH related, and on other topics), and will also speak out.
But I ramble.
Thank you again for reading my WH posts, and for taking the time to let me know you've enjoyed them! I really, really appreciate it! 🫂❤️
Across the sea
The heartwrenching tale of Captain Liam Jones, as he battles the sea, pirates and magical forces to reach his beloved princess Elsa. Lots of angst and ripped bodices.
Form 173 - B
Never piss off a bureaucreat because they will make your life miserable. That is the lesson crime journalist Will Scarlet learned the hard way when he tried to access some old files from the library without Form 173 - B and faced the anger of librarian Belle French. Sparks ensued. He turned in the filled form. She rejected it on the basis of missing one stamp from an unknown office that only opens one day a week for 75 minutes. He turned in the form again. She rejected it again because the date was not in the correct format. It was only after he turned it in for the 5th time, his body pressing hers against the bookshelves while her moans filled the room, that she finally accepted it.
Ring around the moon
As Storybrooke's prepares for its coldest season yet, Sheriff Emma Swan makes it a point to drop by (former) Captain Killian Jones' boat and convince him to seek shelter in Grannys. He's a fit of a grumpy loner, you'll see, and he refuses every time she asks, claiming he has weathered worse storms. But Emma won't give up... and she will insist and insist and insist... until finally he seeks warmer shelter. In her bed. Hey, whatever it takes to keep the citizens safe, right?
I am shaken by the idea that Seven knows of Beverly because she shared with Locutus.
I'm thinking about how Seven said in [whatever voyager episode] that she didn't keep all Borg knowledge at her disposal after separating from the collective, but she had relevant knowledge. Being assigned as the liaison to a Federation ship would surely have included all the Borg knowledge about the Federation -- most of which would have come from Picard during "The Best of Both Worlds," right? Since they learned everything he knew?