Post by Kierah on Jun 22, 2006 23:47:57 GMT 9.5
He rolled over in the bed and tried to put an arm around her. She slipped away, shied away, standing and inelegantly giving a little jump at the cold floorboards. He watched her through bleary eyes, his dark hair falling and partially obscuring his gaze. She began to get dressed, starting to pull on her shift. “Mary,” he said. She paused, her shoulders bare in the candlelight and all at once he felt hazy as he stared at her flame-illuminated beauty. “Mary, do you love me?” He wished with all his heart that the answer would be yes, and then perhaps he would die a happy man.
Her entire form seemed to give a low shudder and where she had twisted her face around to look at him out of the corner of her eye, she now turned away and began to do up the buttons of her shift. “No, Ichabod,” she whispered.
I have no idea where this fic came from. I'm a huge Mary/Ichabod shipper and this sort of wrote itself.
I know there's nothing terribly explicit or graphic or whatever about it, but it's PG-13 to be safe.
Her entire form seemed to give a low shudder and where she had twisted her face around to look at him out of the corner of her eye, she now turned away and began to do up the buttons of her shift. “No, Ichabod,” she whispered.
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I have no idea where this fic came from. I'm a huge Mary/Ichabod shipper and this sort of wrote itself.
I know there's nothing terribly explicit or graphic or whatever about it, but it's PG-13 to be safe.
