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FIC: One More For The Road [Once Upon A Time, Jefferson x Priscilla]
Title: One More For The Road
Author: Omnicat
Spoilers & Desirable Foreknowledge: Edward Kitsis & Adam Horowitz & co’s Once Upon A Time and Kalinda Vasquez & Corinna Bechko’s Once Upon A Time: Out of the Past.
Warnings: None
Characters & Ships: Jefferson x Priscilla & unborn baby Grace
Summary: It’s not like their baby will draw a crowd like this, after all. // 120 words
Author’s Note: Enjoy!
One More For The Road
"It’s nice to be invited for once, isn’t it?" Jefferson said, looking devastatingly handsome with his rogueish grin, gold-embroidered coat, and I-belong-here lean against the pillar furthest from the dancefloor.
"Very." Between her jeweled gown and the beginnings of her baby bump, Priscilla felt radiant herself. "So let’s act like it. No skulking in the shadows tonight."
No more, at least.
They danced, and glowed, and for the first time, willingly drew every eye in the room. Still...
"What’s that bumping my knee?" Jefferson asked through a blinding smile.
"What’s in your waistcoat pocket?" Priscilla returned.
A stuffed dragon and a crystal rattler. For their own baby shower.
"That was the last time," they promised in unison, and kissed, laughing.
Author: Omnicat
Spoilers & Desirable Foreknowledge: Edward Kitsis & Adam Horowitz & co’s Once Upon A Time and Kalinda Vasquez & Corinna Bechko’s Once Upon A Time: Out of the Past.
Warnings: None
Characters & Ships: Jefferson x Priscilla & unborn baby Grace
Summary: It’s not like their baby will draw a crowd like this, after all. // 120 words
Author’s Note: Enjoy!
One More For The Road
"It’s nice to be invited for once, isn’t it?" Jefferson said, looking devastatingly handsome with his rogueish grin, gold-embroidered coat, and I-belong-here lean against the pillar furthest from the dancefloor.
"Very." Between her jeweled gown and the beginnings of her baby bump, Priscilla felt radiant herself. "So let’s act like it. No skulking in the shadows tonight."
No more, at least.
They danced, and glowed, and for the first time, willingly drew every eye in the room. Still...
"What’s that bumping my knee?" Jefferson asked through a blinding smile.
"What’s in your waistcoat pocket?" Priscilla returned.
A stuffed dragon and a crystal rattler. For their own baby shower.
"That was the last time," they promised in unison, and kissed, laughing.