'“Come to my flat for drinks tomorrow?” He forces a casualness to his voice that he does not feel. “I’ve got a bottle of Glenfiddich I’ve had since 1937 and it’s about time you left the bookshop for something other than pastries and feeding ducks.”'
So... I wasn't going to do a Valentine's post.
Partly because I don't like to get overly-smooshy.
Partly because, given my experiences with overly-explicit, sexual, holiday-related fics...
- If fandom can do that kind of thing with Halloween, think of how far they could go with Valentine's! *shudders* If I never read another pumpkin-sex fic, it'll be too soon. They find me. Every year.