Sunday Six

[fullupwithfire]

I have spent basically all day watching the Dominic Noble charity livestream while making quesadillas to freeze. Now there shall be work til those cool enough to go in the freezer, more work after that, maybe some podfic editing somewhere in there, and Tarot once there's enough work done.

But since I started yet another WIP this week (this makes a whole two now! ...three if I figure out if I'm still gonna do the Mechs fic or not), why not. Six lines of White Collar/Practical Magic fusion, this scene particularly taking place during the WC pilot:

She pulls down two coffee mugs and waits, and the door swings open as Neal’s still coming up the walk.

She can’t pull him into a hug with the door open, out here in front of the neighbors; they both know they should be careful. But their smiles are the same, warm and excited. They don’t need to speak; whether it’s magic, or just the bond between them, they’ve always understood each other.

I missed you, El says, with the tilt of her head and the crinkle of her eyes.

This is going to be fun, Neal says, with his eyes dancing bright and the line of his shoulders.

“Do you want some coffee, while you show me your excuse?” she asks, and he laughs as he steps into the house for the first time.