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Title: Your Want Is Bigger Than You
Relationship(s): Ms. Hudson/Joan Watson, Ms. Hudson/OC
Word Count: 5,969
Genre: Romance
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Additional Tags: Polyamory, Consulting Detective Joan Watson, Muse Ms. Hudson, Everything Is Better With Dragons
Summary: Marthe has been keeping secrets from Joan. Joan never would have guessed this.
Excerpt:
For all Marthe’s clear unease whenever her new living situation came up, Joan couldn’t believe that she was hiding something bad. Joan had never seen Marthe happier.
She was always lovely. In all the time they had known each other, Marthe had impressed Joan with her elegance, her poise, her grace, all the more because Joan knew exactly how hard-won those qualities could be. But Joan had never really understood, at gut-level, what all those men, those poets and painters and power brokers, had been so absolutely captivated by.
But now… Marthe glowed.
Her eyes sparkled and her laugh rang out, low and rich and musical. Her hands painted pictures in the air as she spoke and her hips swayed bewitchingly as she walked. There was magic to her, a breath of spring against the failing autumn sun, a warmth against the encroaching chill.
Joan knew she was being a little childish, but she wanted to know what had caused this transformation, what had brought Marthe to life in a way Joan had never been able to.
Relationship(s): Ms. Hudson/Joan Watson, Ms. Hudson/OC
Word Count: 5,969
Genre: Romance
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Additional Tags: Polyamory, Consulting Detective Joan Watson, Muse Ms. Hudson, Everything Is Better With Dragons
Summary: Marthe has been keeping secrets from Joan. Joan never would have guessed this.
Excerpt:
For all Marthe’s clear unease whenever her new living situation came up, Joan couldn’t believe that she was hiding something bad. Joan had never seen Marthe happier.
She was always lovely. In all the time they had known each other, Marthe had impressed Joan with her elegance, her poise, her grace, all the more because Joan knew exactly how hard-won those qualities could be. But Joan had never really understood, at gut-level, what all those men, those poets and painters and power brokers, had been so absolutely captivated by.
But now… Marthe glowed.
Her eyes sparkled and her laugh rang out, low and rich and musical. Her hands painted pictures in the air as she spoke and her hips swayed bewitchingly as she walked. There was magic to her, a breath of spring against the failing autumn sun, a warmth against the encroaching chill.
Joan knew she was being a little childish, but she wanted to know what had caused this transformation, what had brought Marthe to life in a way Joan had never been able to.