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Cheaty, cheaty challenge post
So I was supposed to post my fic for challenge #6 ("Florida") today, but, against all odds, it's turned into a real mother of an actual detective story. So I'm gonna pull a sneaky switcheroo and post my fic for challenge #23 ("Tax Breaks") today, and my response to #6 on 7/4, when #23 is supposed to be due. This way, I have time to give "Florida" the polish it needs, and I still post something on my allotted day. If that means I'm no longer eligible to win the state-of-the-art toaster oven, well, so be it. Also, this sort of fullfils the gay marriage request someone made the other day. But anyway.
Another untitled ficlet. Perry has a proposal for Harry. G, 264 words.
“I think we should do it.”
I stopped in the middle of the filing I was doing. “Really?”
He was leaning in the doorway, looking supremely relaxed, and, what was more, he was actually smiling-not his usual look. “Yeah,” he said.
“Are you . . .” I put down the files and straightened up. “Are you sure?”
“Why not?”
I shrugged, trying to play it cool, but my heart was hammering in my chest. “You didn’t sound too keen on it last time we talked about it, that’s all.”
“I’ve been doing some thinking.”
“It’s a big commitment.”
“Maybe,” he said, inclining his head a little bit to one side. “But I’m already stuck with you anyway. Might as well make it official. What would it affect, really? Just how we file our taxes.”
I broke out into a big grin. I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I’d been fantasizing about this day practically since I met Perry, and now here it was. “For real?”
“Yes, idiot.”
“You really want to . . .”
“Make you a partner, yes.” He rolled his eyes, losing patience. “But don’t think I’m changing the name.”
“Put me on your business cards?”
“Fuck no, I had to buy those in bulk. And don’t get pushy about the benefits. This isn’t going to change anything.”
“Yeah, whatever. A good dental plan is key to a happy work environment.”
“You know what would make this work environment much happier right now?”
“What?”
“If you shut the hell up. Now get back to that filing, we’ve got a one o’clock.”
Another untitled ficlet. Perry has a proposal for Harry. G, 264 words.
“I think we should do it.”
I stopped in the middle of the filing I was doing. “Really?”
He was leaning in the doorway, looking supremely relaxed, and, what was more, he was actually smiling-not his usual look. “Yeah,” he said.
“Are you . . .” I put down the files and straightened up. “Are you sure?”
“Why not?”
I shrugged, trying to play it cool, but my heart was hammering in my chest. “You didn’t sound too keen on it last time we talked about it, that’s all.”
“I’ve been doing some thinking.”
“It’s a big commitment.”
“Maybe,” he said, inclining his head a little bit to one side. “But I’m already stuck with you anyway. Might as well make it official. What would it affect, really? Just how we file our taxes.”
I broke out into a big grin. I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I’d been fantasizing about this day practically since I met Perry, and now here it was. “For real?”
“Yes, idiot.”
“You really want to . . .”
“Make you a partner, yes.” He rolled his eyes, losing patience. “But don’t think I’m changing the name.”
“Put me on your business cards?”
“Fuck no, I had to buy those in bulk. And don’t get pushy about the benefits. This isn’t going to change anything.”
“Yeah, whatever. A good dental plan is key to a happy work environment.”
“You know what would make this work environment much happier right now?”
“What?”
“If you shut the hell up. Now get back to that filing, we’ve got a one o’clock.”