Myshuno! 2012 - piece 6
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dicreasy2Title: The End.
Prompt: Connor and Vicky. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: PG.
Spoiler rating: 0/10.
Summary: Vicky makes an important decision.
Notes: I was pleased to see this prompt since it allows me to fill in some of the blanks with Vicky's story. I also think that some of this is stilted, but my brain is a bit fuzzy at the moment, so I'm going to post this as it is.
Word Count: 593.
The cold grey light of dawn was filtering through the windows as Vicky entered the office. She should, she knew, be at home in bed. Rosie certainly wouldn’t expect her in early, since she had told her cousin she was going to work on an investigation late into the night, but she found herself unable to stay in her house a moment longer. She lit the gas lights in the outer office, before lighting the oil lamp on her desk and retiring to the kitchen to boil some water for tea.
Tea in hand, as well as several biscuits, she made her way back to her office, studiously avoiding looking at the settee as she sat behind her desk. Since she was here, she really should do some work she supposed, but her thoughts were drawn to the night before, and the dilemma that had kept her awake.
Her eyes flicked to the settee. She was an adulteress. That was not a new revelation: her affair with Connor had been on going for months now. What was new, was her wondering what happened next. What if Patrick found out? She was discreet of course, but one could never be sure what another person would do. What if, tiring of waiting for her to come home one night, Patrick decided to seek her out at the office? Certainly, if she and Connor were at his house, she could say that they had been searching for evidence for a case, but if he had come by the office last night… Again her gaze was drawn to the settee.
There would be scandal. People would talk about her, in the same way the still spoke of her sister and her sister-in-law. They agency would be affected. Everything she had worked for, would be lost. That couldn’t happen. She wouldn’t let it happen.
She sighed as her thoughts turned to Connor himself. Her desire for him was like a physical ache and when he was near, he made her blood sing. No man had ever made her feel like that before, certainly not her husband. He also treated her as an equal. He respected her and her opinions, but he also questioned them. Whenever they spoke, he constantly made her reassess her intuition, her conclusions and deductions. When they were discussing a case, that was something which was often needed; it was too easy to get bogged down on one detail, or to like one theory to the detriment of other, equally valid ones. Connor’s input had helped her and Rosie solve cases that would otherwise have stumped them.
Unfortunately, it was not only when discussing enquiry agency business that Connor challenged her. At first it had been refreshing, and she had been flattered that he respected her so much, but lately, it had started to feel more like arguing to her. And she was so sick of arguing; she argued enough with her husband.
She nibbled the corner of a custard cream and pulled a face. Gill and Cassidy would be in the patisserie, perhaps she should pop over the road and buy a pastry. She sipped her tea. No, even one of Gill’s delicious mille feuille would taste like ashes today. She had made her decision as she had lain staring up at the ceiling, waiting for the sleep she knew would not come. There was no future for her and Connor, not at the moment anyway, and she would not jeopardise everything she had worked so hard to create. Their affair had to end.
Prompt: Connor and Vicky. (
docnerd)Rating: PG.
Spoiler rating: 0/10.
Summary: Vicky makes an important decision.
Notes: I was pleased to see this prompt since it allows me to fill in some of the blanks with Vicky's story. I also think that some of this is stilted, but my brain is a bit fuzzy at the moment, so I'm going to post this as it is.
Word Count: 593.
The cold grey light of dawn was filtering through the windows as Vicky entered the office. She should, she knew, be at home in bed. Rosie certainly wouldn’t expect her in early, since she had told her cousin she was going to work on an investigation late into the night, but she found herself unable to stay in her house a moment longer. She lit the gas lights in the outer office, before lighting the oil lamp on her desk and retiring to the kitchen to boil some water for tea.
Tea in hand, as well as several biscuits, she made her way back to her office, studiously avoiding looking at the settee as she sat behind her desk. Since she was here, she really should do some work she supposed, but her thoughts were drawn to the night before, and the dilemma that had kept her awake.
Her eyes flicked to the settee. She was an adulteress. That was not a new revelation: her affair with Connor had been on going for months now. What was new, was her wondering what happened next. What if Patrick found out? She was discreet of course, but one could never be sure what another person would do. What if, tiring of waiting for her to come home one night, Patrick decided to seek her out at the office? Certainly, if she and Connor were at his house, she could say that they had been searching for evidence for a case, but if he had come by the office last night… Again her gaze was drawn to the settee.
There would be scandal. People would talk about her, in the same way the still spoke of her sister and her sister-in-law. They agency would be affected. Everything she had worked for, would be lost. That couldn’t happen. She wouldn’t let it happen.
She sighed as her thoughts turned to Connor himself. Her desire for him was like a physical ache and when he was near, he made her blood sing. No man had ever made her feel like that before, certainly not her husband. He also treated her as an equal. He respected her and her opinions, but he also questioned them. Whenever they spoke, he constantly made her reassess her intuition, her conclusions and deductions. When they were discussing a case, that was something which was often needed; it was too easy to get bogged down on one detail, or to like one theory to the detriment of other, equally valid ones. Connor’s input had helped her and Rosie solve cases that would otherwise have stumped them.
Unfortunately, it was not only when discussing enquiry agency business that Connor challenged her. At first it had been refreshing, and she had been flattered that he respected her so much, but lately, it had started to feel more like arguing to her. And she was so sick of arguing; she argued enough with her husband.
She nibbled the corner of a custard cream and pulled a face. Gill and Cassidy would be in the patisserie, perhaps she should pop over the road and buy a pastry. She sipped her tea. No, even one of Gill’s delicious mille feuille would taste like ashes today. She had made her decision as she had lain staring up at the ceiling, waiting for the sleep she knew would not come. There was no future for her and Connor, not at the moment anyway, and she would not jeopardise everything she had worked so hard to create. Their affair had to end.
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