Look Before You Leap - Regann - Common Law. Wes had spent his entire life being cautious -- looking before he leapt, making decisions only after thinking things through as far as possible.
Progress Report - Regann - Common Law. Although he'd never admit it out loud for fear of what Wes might do to him, Travis didn't hate the couples' therapy like his partner did.
Oh, at first he had, but he had quickly come to enjoy it, if for no other reason that Wes hated it so much. And Wes hated it, like he hated injustice and bad police searches, with the kind of fervor he usually reserved for his lawn or gun care. Just like plastic wrap - mixtapestar - Common Law. "This is all your fault," Wes says harshly.
"My fault? " Travis echoes. No Smooth Ride - Sandrine Shaw (Sandrine) - Common Law. All things considered, therapy isn't so bad.
Wes absolutely hates it, of course: hates sitting in a circle with a bunch of strangers (well, maybe not exactly strangers anymore – it's hard to consider someone a stranger once you know how often they have sex, or how they drive their spouse insane by leaving dirty socks on the coffee table) and talking about personal issues. Opening up. Sharing. It's not something that he enjoys doing, or something that comes easily to him.
But it could be worse. No Smooth Ride - Sandrine Shaw (Sandrine) - Common Law. Lunch Break - itemfinder - Common Law. "I believe in stopping work and eating lunch.
" -- L'Wren Scott Costume Designer Travis's desktop was temporarily clear from its usual clutter — most of which was now on the floor near his desk, or carefully sprawling over into Wes's space. He had laid down a spread of paper towels and was most of the way through constructing a meatball sandwich. A sub roll, meatballs, a little extra sauce, cheese, and a gentle sprinkle of basil. Wes was idly clicking through a few news blogs, not really looking for anything in particular. "You know," Travis said, carefully pressing the bread flat, "I'm pretty sure the food is the best thing about dating you. " Midnight Confessions - engel82 - Common Law. The Quiet Times - heavy_cream - Common Law.
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If you proceed you have agreed that you are willing to see such content. If you accept cookies from our site and you choose "Proceed", you will not be asked again during this session (that is, until you close your browser). If you log in you can store your preference and never be asked again. Tags Summary It wasn't the sex but the quiet times in between the sex that Wes had a hard time dealing with. Language: English Words: 968 Chapters: 1/1 Comments: 4 Kudos: 131 Bookmarks: 10 Hits: 1867. The Friday Night Boys - pyrodynamo - Common Law. Like most of the cases they’re on together, tiny things start going wrong along the way until they’re this close to having the entire plan derailed- “It’s not even me this time,” Travis mutters, obnoxiously unrepentant, and Wes hisses, “Of course it was,” back- and that’s when shit hits the fan.
The suspect draws first blood, or, at least, he tries. The shots that go off overhead aren’t a threat because of the car they’re hunkered behind, but that fact stopped holding true the moment Travis decided it was Time To Wing The Plan Again. “Oh, for-” Wes feels dangerously close to repeating the whole incident that got them suspended and thrown into therapy to begin with. Little More Touch Me - joidianne4eva - Common Law. This work could have adult content.
If you proceed you have agreed that you are willing to see such content. If you accept cookies from our site and you choose "Proceed", you will not be asked again during this session (that is, until you close your browser). If you log in you can store your preference and never be asked again. Tags Summary For this prompt over on the Common Law Meme: "Anything with bottom! Come on, baby, don't be like that - pageleaf - Common Law. “Hi, Wes!”
Some girl says on Monday morning. Wes gives her a tight-lipped smile as she walks by. Build Me Up, Buttercup - elven_enchantress - Common Law. It’s Monday morning, and there’s a lily of the valley on his desk.
Eight o’clock though, so the two idiots are still on their Dunkin Donuts trip, and haven’t been in yet—not their work. Too subtle for them, even if his gardening is a constant source of mockery. He approaches the plant with caution, and rubs some sanitizer between his palms absently before glancing at the tag attached to the pot. For Alex is scrawled on the purple slip of paper, and Wes scowls, turns around to see Travis grinning down at the incident report he’s writing. “You’re not allowed to hit on my ex-wife, I thought we went over this.” Travis swivels around, tapping his pen against the desk. His tone is completely without inflection, innocent to a fault. “Which would be why you’ve been watering the lawn and trimming the shrubs for the past week?” “The lawn needs a lot of attention. “So how exactly did you work out the custody settlement over your grass, again?” Wes scowls and pointedly ignores the plant.
“I just. Oh.