The Creeping Man: At Chequers
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sherlock60Title: The Creeping Man: At Chequers
Author: gardnerhill
Word Count: 60
Rating: G
Warning: Explicit postulation in progress.
Summary: Above-mediocrity port, above-reproach linen, and animal instincts = “a cup of tea.”
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“What have you been taking, my dear?”
I laughed in my throat and held him tighter. “The same elixir of youth that you imbibe. Brandy. Tobacco. Crime.”
His laugh echoed mine. “Surely some extract of a beast is involved. Bear, perhaps? Or wolf?”
“Wolf only in this respect, dearest.” I began covering him with port-flavoured kisses. “Wolves mate for life.”
Author: gardnerhill
Word Count: 60
Rating: G
Warning: Explicit postulation in progress.
Summary: Above-mediocrity port, above-reproach linen, and animal instincts = “a cup of tea.”
***
“What have you been taking, my dear?”
I laughed in my throat and held him tighter. “The same elixir of youth that you imbibe. Brandy. Tobacco. Crime.”
His laugh echoed mine. “Surely some extract of a beast is involved. Bear, perhaps? Or wolf?”
“Wolf only in this respect, dearest.” I began covering him with port-flavoured kisses. “Wolves mate for life.”
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