Friday, 10 April 2009

agentcampbell: (Hand on hip [White])
12.3. “No, leave it. I'm sure you didn't mean any harm, I'm sure it was just friendly banter, I'm sure you guys have dicks the size of peanuts. Enjoy your dinner, the tuna's really good.”
| Notting Hill

Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] straight2point & [livejournal.com profile] mrpublicity | Follows THIS & THIS

Marc hadn't been sure what he was supposed to wear for something like this and ended up opting for some dark jeans and a nice blue form fitting button-up. Harri's BFF knew all about Marc and because he had actually lucked out with the anticipated Easter weekend off (all assuming nothing major broke with his case), there was no hair dye and there were no dark contacts. As he stood and looked at himself in the mirror, James Campbell stared back at him and he sighed softly, shaking his head. He picked up his cigarettes from the dresser and took them out with him to the main space of Harri's apartment. He smoked a lot less these days than he used to, but if he was stressed, he needed one. Meeting Harri's Aiden definitely was what Marc would term 'stressful. Aiden and his partner hadn't arrived yet. Not too early, not late... the guy was probably as punctual as a prune-induced bowel movement.

He smirked when he found Harri in the kitchen and leant against the counter. “You aren't going to lock away the kitchen knives?” he joked... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the [livejournal.com profile] princeton2nyc universe


Word Count | 3,601
agentcampbell: (Sexy hair)
1.5. "Love is like a puzzle. When you're in love, all the pieces fit but when your heart gets broken, it takes a while to get everything back together."
- Author Unknown

Co-written with [livejournal.com profile] straight2point | Follows THIS

Harri was passed out on her bed, now wearing Marc's Rugby jersey, sweatpants, and a pair of his socks. Her feet got cold easily lately, so she couldn't help it. She tucked her hands under the pillow, watching Marc as he got out of his Prada shirt. She'd spent a good twenty minutes throwing up before dinner, and then managed to wolf down two serves of pasta. So far her dinner was staying put, so she was hoping for a night that didn't involve camping in the bathroom. She was so over that, and she still had several months to go.

Aiden had stayed for as long as he could, and Harri had been a very kind and sacrifcied some of her ice cream for dessert. She sighed as she closed her eyes briefly and thought of Aiden's face just before she'd asked him about godfather duty. She was still sure he'd been keeping something from her, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She was hoping it really was hormones and she wasn't losing her touch. "Do you like him?" Harri asked quietly.

Marc flung the shirt off in the general direction of the end of the bed and went to the dresser to where his injection kit was... )

All muses referenced with permission and are from the [livejournal.com profile] princeton2nyc universe


Word Count | 2,059