The Peninsula

The Fiction and Poetry Archive of Liana Mir and scribblemyname

In Small Moments

Jan
05

The asset wasn’t known for tender compassion or warmth. If he was, Nicky assumed, he wouldn’t be an asset.

But there was a certain amount of liability in being an obvious plant that disappeared at irregular intervals, always when someone of import within the country died, and there was something to be said for the traditional old standbys for covers.

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Practice Makes Perfect

Oct
03

Skylight was unusually warm when she woke up. She noted that Math’s arms had wound snugly around her sometime in the night.

They were undercover. This was an act. At least outside their closed door it was.

She didn’t bother to wake him before kissing him gently, trusting his instincts to be sensitive to the unusual.

It was a safe bet. He woke immediately, hand coming up to brace her. “Skylight?”

She drew back sharply at that, eyebrow raised. “Clearly, you need practice.” He shouldn’t have said her name.

“I guess I do.”

She leaned down to kiss him again.