I was all "What am I supposed to do with London that doesn't steal from the entire story composed in my head?" I actually wasn’t even counting this as a real prompt when I posted it- I was just being obnoxious and trying to inspire you to write your London story. :P But I love everything about the things this fic chooses to be- thank you so much for writing it!!
I love the way this fic starts, with Jack getting home late and finding Renee asleep on the couch- Renee wearing one of Jack’s T-shirts makes me ridiculously happy. ^^ And Jack sitting down on the sofa and rubbing Renee’s arm, and her smiling as soon as she opened her eyes….ZOMG the adorableness, I can’t even.
She lets him pull her up and stops, kissing him just long enough to cascade heat down the back of his neck. adijfkhakjdgha HOT.
Jack pulling Renee up from the couch and navigating her into the bedroom was the cutest thing ever.
He tosses his jeans and t-shirt on the chair and lifts the covers, sliding across the bed to wrap his arm around her stomach. GAH I just…I have no words to describe how flaily and smushy this makes me.
Closing his eyes, he presses his face into her hair (soft and raspberry-scented) and sees the photograph of Big Ben, backlit by clouds and night sky. <3 <3 <3
Re: Jack/Renee [London Calling]
I actually wasn’t even counting this as a real prompt when I posted it- I was just being obnoxious and trying to inspire you to write your London story. :P But I love everything about the things this fic chooses to be- thank you so much for writing it!!
I love the way this fic starts, with Jack getting home late and finding Renee asleep on the couch- Renee wearing one of Jack’s T-shirts makes me ridiculously happy. ^^ And Jack sitting down on the sofa and rubbing Renee’s arm, and her smiling as soon as she opened her eyes….ZOMG the adorableness, I can’t even.
She lets him pull her up and stops, kissing him just long enough to cascade heat down the back of his neck. adijfkhakjdgha HOT.
Jack pulling Renee up from the couch and navigating her into the bedroom was the cutest thing ever.
He tosses his jeans and t-shirt on the chair and lifts the covers, sliding across the bed to wrap his arm around her stomach. GAH I just…I have no words to describe how flaily and smushy this makes me.
Closing his eyes, he presses his face into her hair (soft and raspberry-scented) and sees the photograph of Big Ben, backlit by clouds and night sky. <3 <3 <3
*HUGS* I love this so much. You are the best!