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That Old Silk Hat: A Christmas Challenge Fic

Lady Blue Eyes

Disclainer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter universe, it all belongs to JKR and associated companies. No money is made from the writing of this story.

Challenge The holidays are upon us and what better way to celebrate then with some holiday romance and cheer!!! The challenge is simple.....The holidays must be involved in some way!! (Now how easy is that??) =) This story is obviously DM/HG but I am also posting it under LM/HG and Snapes_Goddess will be posting it under SS/ the pairing is really your choice! I look forward to reading your submissions!!! Merry Christmas All!!!!

Warning: OOCness abounds in this fic!! If you don't like it don't read it!!!!

~*Christmas Brunch: Malfoy Manor*~

Hermione arrived in the front parlor of Malfoy Manor via the Floo network shortly after eleven in the morning. She had already spent the early hours of Christmas morning at the Potter residence, surrounded by a horde of Weasleys and young children scrambling to open their gifts. It had made her nostalgic for the Christmases of her youth, and she felt a brief pang of envy. Her parents had finally taken that trip to Fiji they had always wanted so Hermione would not see them this Christmas. Draco had known she would not being going to Kent for the holidays and had insisted she join his family for Christmas brunch. She had graciously accepted, partly because the quiet of the manor would be much needed after the chaotic clamour to give and receive presents at the Potter's house. The other reason was more personal.

After the war, the Ministry had formed a Pureblood Rehabilitation Program, or PRP, for short. It was simply to help those Purebloods who were not convicted and sent to Azkaban meet with half-bloods and muggleborns, and learn the truth about the Muggle world. It was strictly voluntary and Harry and Ron had thought the Ministry daft for making it so. There was no way any Pureblood would step up and voluntarily learn about the people they despised. Therefore they were simply shocked when the Malfoy family had stepped forward, with a request that it be Hermione Granger that met with them. Ron had gone practically apoplectic, his thoughts tending to be that Lucius just wanted to get Hermione alone to finish the job. Harry, having been very much involved in the Malfoy's trial and probation, knew that Lucius was simply a man who learned his lessons too late and had tried explaining to Ron why Ron's opinion was wrong.

Hermione had been elated. She wanted for the program that she was spearheading to succeed and there was no better example to use then the Malfoy family. Ron practically begged her to stay away, Harry had asked her to proceed with caution, but in the end Hermione had dove in wholeheartedly, determined to win them over. She planned trips to Muggle stores for Narcissa, where she learned that the Lady of the Manor had a rather sharp wit and quick mind. She had arranged trips to amusement parks, movies, and more for Draco, who relished in the simple fun and enjoyment of them. In turn that had caused Hermione to enjoy him, and wish that their youth could have been spent differently. For Lucius she had arranged trips to museums, libraries, and various Muggle war memorials. At first he had been insulted, thinking that she had only wanted to shame him further. Hermione had been quick to explain that that had not been her intent, but rather she wanted to share with him the idea that Muggles and Wizards were not really so different after all.

The ensuing months had seen Hermione get ever closer to the Malfoys. The only glitch had been when Draco began dating Astoria Greengrass. She had disapproved of Draco's friendship, jealous because he seemed much more relaxed in the ex-Gryffindor's presence more than he was in hers. Astoria was further infuriated when Hermione was often included in Sunday brunch and other family functions where Lucius and Narcissa doted on her. It had culminated in a shouting match between Astoria and Draco on the front lawn of Malfoy Manor. Astoria had accused Draco of lusting after Hermione, and Draco had presented Astoria with graphic evidence of her torrid affair with Adrian Pucey. Both parties had went their separate ways, and Hermione and Draco had resumed their close friendship.

"Hermione, darling!" Narcissa walked gracefully across the front parlor to greet the petite witch. Her arms were open and Hermione walked into them. "Merry Christmas! Draco has been practically salivating over the amount of gifts under the tree but we told him that he had to wait for you."

Hermione laughed at the image of a grown-up Draco still acting as a child. She walked next to Narcissa as the older witch commented on the weather and the amount of snow they had received last night. They approached the doorway to the family parlor and Narcissa cleared her throat. Lucius and Draco had been reading The Daily Prophet and quickly set the paper aside to welcome Hermione. Narcissa led them all into the casual dining room where the house elves had outdone themselves with a buffet for the holiday.

Once the meal was complete they all adjoined to the family parlor for gifts. Hermione was in awe over the amount of gifts under the large tree, and was surprised so many of them were for her. It was apparently the Malfoy way of saying thank you and she decided not to fuss over it. She would indulge in this bit of spoiling.

Walking over to Narcissa she handed her a large gift basket wrapped so that the contents could not be seen. Narcissa slowly began to peel back the festive paper, then stopped when she could see what it was. "Oh, Hermione, how thoughtful! I haven't drawn in ages and all my art supplies have long since vanished. I don't recall mentioning it to you though, however did you guess?"

"Draco told me that you used to draw when he was little, and actually he showed me some of your artwork in the attic. You've a brilliant talent, Cissa, and you should get back to it." Narcissa placed the basket to the side and stood so that she could once again hug the young woman, who understood much more than she let on. "We've been blessed with your friendship. Thank you!"

Striding over to Lucius where he sat in an armchair by the fireplace she placed a square package on his lap. "Merry Christmas, Lucius," she said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Normally, they were not so affectionate with each other, but the last few months had shown Lucius softening up under Hermione's tutelage, and she saw that his gruff exterior often covered the caring interior. Smiling, which was rare for him, he tore into the wrapping paper and stopped when he read the label on the box. Glancing up at Hermione, confusion was clear upon his face.

"What is a Playstation 3?" he questioned.

"It's a Muggle gaming system. You put a disc into it and you can play the game that is on the disc. Sort of like a moving picture you get to control." She explained and gestured towards the large flat screen TV the Malfoys had recently purchased once they realized what it did. Taking the box from Lucius, she walked over and began setting up the Playstation so that she could demonstrate it for him.

Draco was rather impatiently waiting his turn at having Hermione's attention all to himself. That had been happening a lot lately. Whether she was at her office overseeing other PRP staff and attendees, shopping with his mother, or spending time with the Potter and Weasley broods, Draco much preferred her all to himself. And if he were honest with himself he would admit that his feeling went far beyond the platonic kind. Of course the fact that he also wanted shag her senseless into the priceless oriental carpet he was currently staring at was another thing he longed to do. He wasn't sure when it had happened, but ever since Astoria had accused him of lusting after Hermione, Draco hound himself paying more attention to her. The curve of her throat, the smoothness of her skin the night she wore that backless gown to a ministry event, the arch of her feet when she curled up next to him in front of the fireplace to read. He wanted to strip her down and worship every inch of her.

He wanted to kiss her, taste her, know her, and then bury himself so deep inside of her that.....


Shaken from his thoughts he turned his head to the far corner of the room and noticed Hermione waving him over. He smiled at her and stood, turning around with his back to her for a moment so that he could adjust the hard-on he was currently sporting before strolling over.

Lucius had levitated a couch in front of the television, and was currently involved in what appeared to be a muggle car chase. Narcissa was by his side, laughingly pointing out all the various people, cars and other items Lucius was crashing into.

"Draco, let's go build a snowman. Please? It was one of my favorite things to do as a kid." Hermione gave him a smile.

"But it's cold outside!" Draco much preferred the cozy warmth of the fireplace and a warm body next to his adn tried to think of a way to manuever her into doing what he wanted. His thoughts didn't get far, in fact they stuttered to a complete stop when she lightly bit her bottom lip and looked up at him with pleading brown eyes. He was a sucker for those eyes.

Hermione saw the moment he gave in. She squealed in delight and threw her arms around him and buried her face in his neck. He smelled good, she realized. She couldn't define it but it was masculine and drew her to him, causing her arms to tighten around him. His body was hard against hers, and Hermione was a bit shocked at how right it felt to be there.

They pulled apart slowly, both feeling somewhat awkward and more aware of the other than they had been before.

"Let's...ah, let's get our coats then, yeah?" Draco said. She nodded, but before they could walk out of the room Narcissa called out to them.

"Draco, there is a snowman kit in the foyer closet. It's been there since you were little. Why don't you pull it out so you and Hermione can decorate your snowman." She smiled at them then turned back to the television. "Lucius! Look out for that.....oh never mind," she concluded as the sounds of metal striking metal and windows cracking were heard.

Malfoy Gardens

"Tell me again why we couldn't do this with our wands?" Draco huffed as he placed the smallest of the three balls of snow he had had to roll, without magic, on top of the bottom two. This last one would serve as the snowman's head.

"It's more meaningful this way, knowing that its something we created with our own hands." There was a satisfied smile on Hermione's face. Draco snorted.

"I seem to recall that I was the only one actually doing the work."

"Well, maybe," she conceded, "but you wouldn't have known what to do without me." She smirked up at him as he walked over to stand next to her. His answering smile was small, but there was an emotion behind his eyes that made her catch her breath.

"You are right, I wouldn't have known what to without you." The meaning of his words was clear. Hermione thought she should say something but instead was caught up in his gaze. Eventually he cleared his throat and gestured to the box in her hands. "Let's decorate our snowman, shall we?"

Smiling they began to piece him together. Using her finger, Hermione traced a line where his mouth should be and inserted the pipe. Draco took out a large black button and placed it where the nose would go. For the eyes, they placed to round pieces of coal and there was a red scarf that they used to wind about his neck. Draco searched around and found some twigs that would work as arms. A black silk top hat was the last piece to go on and Draco handed it to Hermione so that she could do the honors.

Gently she placed the hat at a slight angle atop the snowman's head. Stepping back she grinned at Draco. "A handsome snowman, is he not?"

Chuckling, Draco reached for her gloved hand in his and together they began to trek through the snow towards the house.

"I am a rather handsome fellow am I not?" a voice called out. Draco and Hermione turned to find that the snowman was now dancing around animatedly. Glancing at each other they wondered what was going on. Draco took the lead as they headed back towards the snowman that had now sprouted feet and was merrily dancing a jig...well as much of a jig as man made of snow could.

"How did you...I mean neither of us cast a spell so...." Draco hesitated he wasn't quite sure what to ask of the snowman as he had never had an actual conversation with one. Hermione decided to jump in, the snowman seemed to be friendly and playful and so she acted accordingly.

Dropping into a curtsy, she smiled up at the snowman. "Good day, kind sir. My name is Hermione Granger, pray what is your business here?"

The snowman inclined his head and in regal voice he replied, "My name is Frosty, Miss Granger." However he soon dissolved into a fit of laughter and swept her up in magically developed snow arms. He began singing at the top of his lungs the muggle song that had given him his name. Hermione was startled at first but then began to sing and dance along. Draco frowned.

Of all things, a bloody snowman, now had his snowy hands all over the witch he wanted to make his own. Truly this was not the Christmas Draco had invisioned when he had invited Hermione over! Sighing he bent down to pick up the box that had held Frosty's belongings. Something pelted him in the backside, and he straightened immediately, wand drawn only to find Hermione and the snowman poking their heads out from behind a rather thick tree.

The snowman was grinning madly and Hermione was giggling into her hand. So they wanted to play did they? Never let it be said that Draco would pass up a challenge so blatantly offered. Diving behind a nearby row of bushes, Draco waved his wand over the snow and was rewarded with dozens of snowballs. Back and forth the snowballs were lobbed. Hermione ran from tree to tree, using Frosty to keep Draco occupied. Silenty she crept until she was just on the other side of the bush.

Patiently she waited for her moment. Then suddenly it came. Draco had stood up and was scanning the area, trying to find his opponents and was startled when Hermione popped up in front of him, mashing snow right in his face. Laughing, Hermione missed the hands reaching out for her and screamed as she was hauled over the bushes and unceremoniously plopped into a pile of snow.

Draco wiped the snow from his face and dropped down next to her. He tried his best to give her his evil glare but only succeeded in making her laugh harder.

"Dra...ha ha ha....Draco, it ha ha ha, looks as though you....ha ha are constipated...ha ha ha ha...when you make that face!" She managed to get out. Grabbing a fistful of snow Draco grinned unrepentently and began to sprinkle it over her face. Hermione scrunched up her nose and began to swipe at the snow, trying to toss some of it back in his direction.

They carried on laughing until Draco ran out of snow in his hand. The laughter quieted down and their eyes met and held. Slowly he leaned down giving her ample opportunity to pull away. She didn't. And so his lips came to rest firmly against hers, and a curiousl warmth flowed through them.

Draco slid his tongue out and ran it along the seam of her mouth, seeking entrance. She complied and the kiss deepened. Her arms came up to wrap around his neck and pull him down closer to her. Her body unconsciously reaching for the heat of his. Passion sparked between them and Draco moved so that one leg slid against her, causing a delicious friction between her thighs. Gasping they both broke apart.

Hermione began to nibble her bottom lip again. A look of worry crossing her face.

"What's wrong, love?" Draco asked.

"I don't want to ruin our friendship, Draco. It means a lot to me and I....I don't want to push you for anything you don't want." She explained, blushing lightly.

"Hermione, you'll always have my friendship. More importantly, you have my love. Always." Dipping his head he placed a chaste kiss upon her forehead and stood up. "Now let's find out where our friend Frosty has run off to." He held out a hand for her and Hermione let him pull her up.

Dusting herself off she reached for him before he could walk away. "Draco, I love you, too." Reaching up she placed her hands on either side of his face and kissed him softly on the lips. "Merry Christmas."

The two clasped hands and walked off to find where the mischievious snowman had gotten off too.

A Balcony Overlooking The Gardens

Narcissa Malfoy rested both of her elegant hands against the waist high balcony wall. A satisfied smirk, eerily similar to the one her son sported on most occasions rested upon her delicate face. Her plan had been executed flawlessly. She knew that Draco had had a crush on the muggleborn witch ever since they had entered their first year at Hogwarts. Over the years she had watched it develop, though he hid it under a mask of loathing. A mother always knows her son's needs.

When the war had finally ended and the ministry had created its Pureblood Rehabilitation Program, it had been Narcissa who had nudged her family towards Hermione. When Lucius had first balked at this, she had given him the 'look'. Bluntly she had told him that he had given up his chance to lead his family into the future when he had returned to Voldemort's service. She would now take over that roll, and for the sake of their son, Lucius would quietly endure.

When she noticed Draco getting closer to that silly bint, Astoria, it had been Narcissa who had included Hermione in all the family gatherings and Sunday dinners. It had caused Astoria to show her true colors.

And when Hermione had mentioned her parents being gone for this Christmas, it was Narcissa again, who planted the idea in Draco's head that perhaps the witch would like to spend the day with them.

But nothing, nothing was more perfect than her spellwork on that old silk hat. It had taken her a week to perfect and Lucius had almost caught her at it a time or two, but it remained her secret. A dancing, singing, animated snowman! The perfect way to finally bring her son and the witch she already considered a daughter together.

"Cissa!!" The blonde woman winced as she heard Lucius' yell. "I need you, the muggle police are on my tail and I can't shake them! How do I get to the bloody map? Where's Hermione? Hermione! This blasted game.....oh wait, I can pick up women? Cissa, dear you've got some competition!"

Narcissa shook with laughter. She hadn't seen the boyish side of Lucius in quite some time. Another thing she would be forever indebted to Hermione Granger for. But that was alright with her because finally, peace and joy and come to reside at Malfoy Manor.

Merry Christmas!!

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Silk Stalkings Fanfiction: "A Living Nightmare"

It is the second night after Tom met Jason Tremaine in / Missing scene from „Rage”

Thanks JD for inspiring me to finally try to write a Silk story :)

Enjoy :)


A Living Nightmare

by Lost-Sheep

„No! “

Tom woke up gasping, his own yell ringing in his ears leaving him breathless.

Not again.

His whole body was trembling while he was rubbing his eyes trying to make the memories that had been haunting him for two days now, stop, the memories he had buried in the depth of his subconscious mind. Now they were back, chasing him, pushing everything else aside, making him feel helpless and unable to think straight.

It all had started on the crime scene of a homicide forty-eight hours ago. There he had seen him; the man that once again had scared the hell out of the young cop just by his pure presence. Since that day Tom was not able to get this face out of his head; the face of Tremaine, Jason Tremaine.

The man he had embarrassed about fifteen years back at . The day Tremaine had promised him to take revenge, revenge for the incident on the football field where he, freshman Tom Ryan, had been responsible for his disgrace in front of the whole team; and the night Tremaine had carried out his threat.

Tom winced. It was like he was being beaten up all over again. He could feel every single punch, every single kick; his entire body becoming a bundle of pure pain and despair.

Why? Why was he so afraid of this tall, dark-skinned man? Why was he the only one who noticed that his eyes were sparkling with pure harassment?

When Cassie had told him about her dinner with Tremaine he immediately had felt sick. How was she able to spend an entire evening with that man; the man who had done so much harm to him?

Tom sighed and wiped away the tears that were blurring his vision. He did not know if he was crying out of rage or anxiety, to him it just did not matter right now.

He had never told Cassie about the events. Actually he had never talked to anyone about it. Perhaps he thought this would make it easier to forget. Now he had to realize that he had forgotten nothing. Not a single detail.

Moments later he got up walking on shaky legs to the bathroom. He splashed his face with fresh water; then looked into the mirror, seeing his own eyes glistening with unshed tears, noticing his own features trembling with fury.

“You gotta stop it, Ryan. You cannot go on like that”, he whispered.

He clenched his fists resting on the sink until every single knuckle had turned white.

Where was that good-looking, self-confident Sergeant Thomas Ryan everyone in the police department knew? Where was that charming smile; those hazel eyes sparkling with life?

How was one single man able to destroy all this in one instant? How was one single man able to make him feel like a frightened, defenseless child?

He had yelled at Cassie for nothing in the squad room, in front of everyone, even their captain Harry; and it had not mattered to him. Maybe it had been a desperate call… a call for what?

Tonight he had destroyed a washing machine in the Laundromat loosing control because it had not worked properly. An incident he would normally laugh about trying the next washer not thinking about it any longer; but this time he had totally lost it. Moments later a little boy had looked at him wide-eyed asking him why he was so mad.

Yes… why?

Because he was not able to forget about the events fifteen years back, because Tremaine was still treating him like a freshman, because he was just not able to find his strength face to face with that man. He really was starting to hate himself for that.

He closed his eyes not caring about the tears that were running down his face. Perhaps he did not even notice them; perhaps his whole body and mind were just numb from the confrontation with Tremaine.

Tom took another glance in the mirror knowing he would not be able to go back to sleep. Honestly he did not even want to, because he knew what was awaiting him there; another nightmare of Tremaine humiliating him, calling him “Red Shirt”; punching him; looking at him with pure fury in his eyes telling him: “Later is almost here, Ryan. Are you afraid of me yet?”

Yes he was afraid, afraid like he never had been in his entire life.

Only moments later the young man was back in his bedroom getting dressed. Maybe a run and some fresh air would ease his tension. When he opened the door and walked out he took a deep breath; then looked up into the starry sky. Accidentally he caught sight of a falling star; closing his eyes he made a wish.

The End

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Fanfic / Blood, Silk, and Steel

An Alternate UniverseAvatar: The Last Airbender fanfic of epic proportions. Significantly Darker and Edgier than the show, Blood, Silk, and Steel asks the question: What If? Hakoda had died instead of Kya, prompting Sokka to join the dark side?

The story starts five years after Sokka helped Prince Zuko capture the Avatar and finds Prince Zuko restored to his birthright and Sokka well-established in the Fire Lord's court.

Can be found here. It's not to be confused with the trope Silk Hiding Steel.

Provides examples of:

  • Alternate Universe
  • Anti-Hero: Well, there aren't any straight-up heroes.
  • Badass Normal: Sokka
  • Break Them by Talking: Sokka does this to Azula, once they’re back in the Fire Nation.
  • Byronic Hero: Sokka
  • Cliffhanger: The author LOVES them.
  • Crapsack World
  • Contrived Coincidence: Sokka running into Bato at the beginning.
  • Dark Action Girl: Azula, as per the original series.
  • Darker and Edgier: Very, very dark. Tries to realistically portray the realpolitik of war.
  • The Dragon: Ozai and Azula both think Sokka is this for them.
  • Duel to the Death: Sokka v. Hahn. Sokka spares Hahn's life during the duel, but has him killed later.
  • Fantastic Racism: Sokka is continuously being called a savage by the Fire Nation people.
  • Fate Worse than Death: Aang is being kept prisoner by the Fire Nation, and has been mutilated to prevent him from being able to bend. Also, what the people of Ba Sing Se did in order to survive during the Second Siege.
  • Freudian Excuse: Sokka has his dad. Azula has her mom.
  • Heel Realization: Zuko, when he finds out what happened at Ba Sing Se. Though, subsequent chapters may imply that it’s more of an Ignored Epiphany.
  • He Who Fights Monsters: Sokka
  • Homoerotic Subtext: Things get pretty steamy during the duel. Also, Ling and Flem. Maybe. Possibly. Word of God has it that Ling and Flem would probably hook up, if it weren't for the fact that Ling is straight and Flem is either asexual or Azulasexual.
  • Hope Spot: Sokka is ready to turn his back on his plans in order to be with Yue. Alas, Yue tells him to be loyal to his fiancee, who, unbeknownst to her is Azula.
  • Humans Are Bastards: Sokka certainly seems to think this and he especially seems to think it of benders.
  • Humiliation Conga: Sokka humiliates Hahn fairly often. And then he kills him.
  • Info Dump: Chapter 18 has a long history of the Fire Nation's technological progress.
  • In Spite of a Nail: Even with the world as dark as it is, some things never change. Sokka loves meat and bad puns.
  • Manipulative Bastard: Sokka and Azula and Zuko, once he asks himself "What would Azula do?"
  • Mama Bear: Kya. To her, anything is secondary to the safety of Katara and Sokka.
  • Misplaced Retribution: Sokka wants to murder the innocent daughter of the man who killed his father. Even Azula objects.
  • The Mole: Sokka works for the Fire Nation as one within the Water Tribes.
  • A Nazi by Any Other Name: The Fire Nation's ideology is explicitly modeled on fascism.
  • The Quisling: Sokka successfully pretends to be one.
  • Revenge: Sokka's main motivation is to punish the people responsible for the death of his father.
  • Rousing Speech: Azula
  • Royals Who Actually Do Something: As per the original series.
  • Shipper on Deck: Azula wants to hook Zuko up with Mai.
  • The Social Darwinist: The whole Fire Nation, but Sokka in particular is very vehement about it.
  • Stay in the Kitchen: Without Katara to teach the Northern Water Tribe about women's lib, they're still pretty bad.
  • Stockholm Syndrome: One of the possible explanations for Sokka's actions.
  • The Strategist: Sokka
  • Time Skip: We're told that at some point in the recent past, Sokka arrived in the Fire Nation. Since then, he's done an excellent job of establishing himself at court.
  • Unresolved Sexual Tension: Sokka and Yue. Possibly also Ling and Flem.
  • Villainous Breakdown: Azula seems to be going through this in the latest chapters.
  • Villain Protagonist: Sokka and Azula.
  • What If?: What if Sokka was evil?\

Fanfiction silk

He was doing it again.

Kagome slightly frowned, and adjusted her grip on the novel in her hands, forcing her attention to stay on the words that had previously held her so engrossed.

Sesshoumaru moved once more.

She chewed the inside of her cheek, chancing a glance.

As expected, the Daiyoukai stood some distance away, poised and silent in a deadly stance, Bakusaiga drawn.

She sighed.

Sesshoumaru swung the sharp blade to the side in a wide arch, moving and turning his body gracefully. Lean muscle shifted. The hair at the back of her neck pricked as his energy flared to life, caressing the air of the clearing.

Kagome shut the book and stood. Turning on her heel with a distracted shake of her head, Kagome ignored her heated cheeks and grabbed her pack. She then set off in the opposite direction purposefully.

Of all the things she'd expected to deal with when deciding to stay in the past, this was not one of them.

Sesshoumaru had first taken to training in front of her bewildered eyes two weeks ago. Whenever she left the village for some reason- and whenever he happened to be visiting Rin, she stumbled onto him training.

Kagome splashed her face with water from a stream, feeling out of sorts. Stupid.

It was only Sesshoumaru. Demon Lord, Enemy, Ally, and now...Clearing Companion.

Yet some days later, when she was out gathering herbs, Kagome chanced a glance up, wiping sweat from her forehead- and found him in the clearing, as if he'd always been there and she was the one intruding.

It happened too often to be a coincidence, but no answers were forthcoming from the taciturn demon. She watched, staring at his back as he moved, bathed in the strong sunlight. His posture straight, movements quiet as his youki coiled out along the blade. Kagome could feel it even from where she knelt, and she pressed down her own powers, which fizzled to life on her skin in response.

"Sesshoumaru," she tried.

He turned slightly, some silver strands of hair falling forward to caress his cheek. Kagome felt her fingers twitch with the ridiculous urge to push it back behind his pointed ear.

"What is it, Miko?"

"Well, it's just...there's a lot of clearings around here, right?" She asked, before wincing. Now she just felt rude. It wasn't like he was doing anything wrong, and if she asked him to leave, didn't that imply that she felt uncomfortable in his presence?

He continued to shift position, bringing the sword down in a swift motion and then straightening again. "Indeed."

Kagome bit her lip. No, she couldn't say anything. The Daiyoukai was a pretty standoffish guy. She didn't want to discourage him from approaching her. She enjoyed their little talks when she sometimes brewed tea and watched over Rin. Maybe this was just how he showed he was comfortable around her? She didn't train around her friends...with her shirt off...but maybe full-blooded demons did that.

"Do you have a point?" His deep baritone came again, making her lift her eyes to his. Kagome blushed slightly, feeling like she'd been caught staring.

"N-no. Uh...but I did notice that you do a lot of basic forms when training. Is the fancy footwork just a heat of the moment battle thing?" She asked, lips lifting at the corners slightly. Teasing felt better, safer. She didn't want to feel like she was ogling Inuyasha's brother. Myex's brother, she reminded herself with a mental wince.

Sesshoumaru raised a brow. "Fancy?"

"Yeah," she smiled, standing. "You know..."

Holding her arm out in front of her and mimicking a sword swing, she swiftly spun on her heel in a circle. When she faced forward again, he tilted his chin up slightly.

"You realise you are mocking a centuries-old technique and recreating it improperly?" The demon uttered flatly.

"I'm not mocking- the part missing is where your fancy move lops off five heads at once." Kagome snorted.

His eyes glittered proudly at that, making her smile wider. He did love his dark humour.

Demons. She inwardly rolled her eyes.

"Hn, this one practices the 'fancy footwork' as well. However...ignoring the basics would be folly."

"How so?"

He turned to face forward, expression unreadable. "Paying attention to the simplest and smallest details helps to gauge a picture of the whole."

Kagome blinked and shifted, lifting the basket of herbs and holding it against her hip. She caught sight of the scar on his left arm, the ring of marks below his bicep where the new limb had filled the void where only a stump had been. She nodded slowly.

"That's cool, but..." she trailed off. Do you need to do that shirtless?

He moved again, and this time she could have sworn she spied a bead of sweat run down from his collarbone to his chest- and at that point Kagome swiftly turned. "I-I think I hear Kaede calling me! I'll talk to you again later!" She squeaked, hurrying away.


A few days later, Kaede asked her to run an errand. Kagome would have to leave Edo and set out for another village, to deliver some medicinal herbs. It was only a five-hour walk, but the older woman's back had been playing up. Kagome was happy to accept and soon steadied a pack on her shoulder along with her trusty bow. It had been a while since it had been used in self-defence, but she'd practised every so often on targets.

Exiting the hut, she ruffled Rin's hair in passing, who grinned up at her, clad in a new kimono. "Safe trip, Kagome!"

"Yes, have a safe journey, my lady."

Kagome looked up to see Miroku outside his hut, holding one of his twins. She smiled and nodded.

"I won't be long. Tell Inuyasha if he comes back before I do that I'm totally fine going to the next village on my own."

Miroku chuckled. "Sango and I will inform him, but you know how he is."

Kagome rolled her eyes and continued on, waving as she departed the village. Though she spoke of Inuyasha fondly, they'd certainly felt a strain in their friendship even after their decision to break up. He'd been running more errands than she had outside the village, though he always returned.

Six months had passed since she'd decided to stay in the Feudal Era. The awkwardness of her choice was not lost on her. Since her amicable breakup with Inuyasha, she had no solid reason for turning her back on her Modern Day life. She still visited her family, but those three years she'd spent in higher education felt so far away.

It was then she remembered her mother's words after she'd told her she was staying.

'We knew you'd fallen in love with the past a long time ago.'


After reaching the village and delivering the medicine without issue, Kagome noticed several children outside the hut. The village was slightly smaller and more remote than Edo, so it was easy to spot them pointing at the river. Kagome made her way closer and blinked, seeing a young boy sitting on a rock in the middle of the water, the current mild as it lapped around his tiny island.

"What's he doing?" Kagome asked one of the older boys, who glanced up at her.

"The dumb-ass was climbing on a branch from one of those overhanging trees and it snapped- so he fell in. Now he's stuck there."

"Can't he swim?"

The boy shook his head, looking at her as though she were an alien. "None of us can."

Kagome's brows drew together and she sighed, rolling her sleeves up as she pushed through the mini crowd. Without preamble she dived into the water with a small splash, making the children gasp and gather closer to where she'd disappeared under the surface.

Unbeknownst to all, golden eyes watched the spectacle unfold from the shade of the trees. The Daiyoukai shifted as Kagome broke the surface of the water near the boy and held her arms out to him, smiling encouragingly as she treaded water. Sesshoumaru stayed rooted in place until she swam back to the other side with the boy in tow, who clung to her fiercely.

Under an hour later she found Sesshoumaru reclining against a tree, having sensed him. Kagome was utterly unsurprised by it, for some reason. When he did not look up at her, Kagome brushed some hair away from her face.

"You know, a few of the children in the village can't swim," she casually informed him. Sesshoumaru hummed noncommittally. Kagome shifted her pack on her bare shoulder. "So, I'm going to teach them how to swim."

This time, he did look up. Kagome smiled as his eyes widened.

She'd decided to get some small form of payback by getting dressed into her swimsuit. If she was going to be swimming she wanted to do it properly this time, and she hadn't been able to resist getting changed before seeing him. I can't go shirtless but I can do this.

Her swimsuit hugged her form, some splashes of red hibiscus flower patterning it. The straps were thin on her shoulders, but apart from that, she felt it was modest. When he still said nothing, she started to ramble. "I'm not exactly qualified to do this but I taught Sota how to swim, how much different could it be?"

Sesshoumaru hummed, shifting his arm that was draped over his bent knee. "There will be several children to teach, not just one. And there's the unfamiliarity of this village."

Kagome was busy waving off those words when he threw in- "not to mention the wives that will hate you."

She froze and shot him a look. "What do you mean? I'm doing a good thing. Knowing how to swim is really important."

"Your intentions are noble, but they will not like your attire..." he cast a look at her swimsuit again, gaze dragging down her body from head to toe this time with lingering attention.

Despite herself, Kagome blushed and gestured to it. "T-this is really modest compared to some bathing suits!"

"They might not agree."

Kagome huffed and crossed her arms, ire rising to combine with her embarrassment. How come he got to strut around training, and yet one look from him unsettled her? "You're being ridiculous. You'll see."

He watched her stomp off with a flat look, before his gaze naturally slid down her retreating form. Her 'bathing suit' left little to the imagination. His lips parted enough to expose the hint of a fang as he exhaled slowly.


Not long later, he heard tell-tale soggy stomping approaching. Kagome appeared from around a tree, arms crossed and red-faced as she stood in her wet swimsuit. Sesshoumaru directed his gaze to the tops of the trees and seemed to stare at the horizon determinedly.

"Don't you say a word," Kagome muttered, trudging forward as she attempted to ring the water from her hair. Droplets landed on the forest floor softly.

"Take it you were dismissed?" He said anyway, making her growl.

"I'm just trying to help! But nooo." She kicked a stone and winced, whimpering and holding her foot. "As soon as I dropped the towel it was like I'd ran naked through their village. And when I tried to show swimming techniques the mothers accused me of being a water demon. I'm no Kappa." Kagome griped.

She barely noticed Sesshoumaru move, until it became apparent he'd undone the secures of his armour. He then lifted it off him and set it down, before reaching for his white and red hankimono, tugging at the folds of clothing. Kagome's face grew warmer as she quickly held up her hands. "What are you doing? I-if you need to train again, you could turn around to get shirtless."

Not that it would make a difference, he'd still be shirtless in her presence and oh god don't ogle-

Kagome swiftly turned around as he took off the outer layer of clothing. She jumped when she felt him nudge her arm, and the miko turned, expecting to see his bare chest. Instead, he'd kept his hanjuban on, the crisp white under-layer looking as pristine as the material he now held.

She looked down at his hand, seeing his trademark red honey-comb design staring back at her. Was he...seriously offering it to her?

Kagome quickly put one hand on his striped wrist. "What are you doing?" She asked in a weaker voice, confused.

"You can wear this. If you so choose," he stated, pushing the soft clothing into her hands. She stared, noting he looked strange without the billowing white and red sleeves, more approachable and unguarded. Blue eyes fell to the fabric she held, thumb rubbing it. Such fine silks in her hands felt wrong. She didn't think she'd ever held something so expensive and fine before. They were usually barred from human touch in a museum. He expected her to wear it?

Kagome opened her mouth to refuse, thinking she'd damage it- but the intentness of his steady gaze brought her up short. Somehow, it felt as though he were offering more than just clothing, though it was lost on her what that was. Yet she felt it's weight all the same.

"I'll be swimming in it..." she said instead, hoping he'd take it back. She didn't want to confront that look or the weight.

"This Sesshoumaru is aware."

Kagome faltered, cheeks burning. Her traitorous heart fluttered as though she were still a schoolgirl. "I don't know how to..." she unfolded it and then quickly held it up when the fabric nearly brushed the floor.

The Daiyoukai eased closer, retaking the clothing from her- long fingers skimming hers as he stepped around her. Kagome hesitantly lifted her arm, feeling as though she were naked in his presence now as he slid it into the sleeve. She kept her eyes fixed forward as she felt the weight of the sleeves, the warmth of the newly used silks settle around her shoulders.

Her lips pressed together, feeling his breath fanning against the side of her head as he lent in close to tuck the fabric in, his hand brushing her bare collarbone as he closed the parting at the front. He brought out a smaller cloth than his sash, but it did the job as he secured it around her waist to keep the fabric in place. All the while her heart had graduated from fluttering and was now majoring in hammering inside her rib-cage.

They were platonic. Friends. Platonic friends. Kagome tried to remember this as he leaned back slightly and she tilted her head up- underestimating his proximity and the intensity of his gold eyes.

"Done," he said, not touching her now. And yet her skin thrummed as though reaching back for him, and something hooked low in her stomach at just the thought of it; waiting for him to move.

Some silver hair tickled her cheek as she stayed still, looking up at him, nodding slowly. "Thank you," she murmured, breathing out and stepping away the moment she thought he moved an inch closer.

She lifted her arm, noticing the sleeves had been tied back at her elbows to allow for movement, and his attention to detail left her touched. More so, the fineness of the material had her looking at him again with true gratitude now, rather than awe. "Really. This is...I don't know why you're doing it, but I feel like royalty in this."

"Are you so do not know why I'm doing it?" he muttered, and it sang straight down her spine.

Kagome's eyes widened and she mentally stepped back even as she remained perfectly still. His voice combined with the look in his eyes sent her off-kilter. All that time there had been a safety-net- that Sesshoumaru disliked humans, so of course, he wouldn't look at her that way.

Only he was. Right then. In a way that was unmistakable to pass off as something else.

"These clothes are really important to you, so I-I promise I'll bring them back as soon as I'm done, okay?" She shakily murmured instead, and felt her body wilt the moment disappointment skittered over his expression, replaced with his usual passive and non-emotive face. Gone were the burning embers.

Kagome took a few steps back, smile hurting on her face as she waved. "Be back at sunset if those puritan wives don't come chasing me back with pitchforks!" she said, quickly heading away and feeling eyes on her back until she was out of sight.

The moment a decent amount of distance had been created between them, Kagome put her hand on her chest and stopped dead, breathing out. Emotion burst within her, all for him, which she viciously tried to temper. Those vague desires he'd elicited in her over the weeks with his training felt tame compared to whatever that had just been. Maybe he'd been building to this, or perhaps it had just been an accident.

Kagome reluctantly pushed herself forward, padding to a nearby river and gazing at her reflection. The white and red garb stood out starkly against her black hair, and she touched at her thigh, were the material ended. It was almost like when a boyfriend lent his girl a shirt to wear.

Only not many girls got to experience this kind of material. She passed an experimental hand over it, comparing it to Inuyasha's robe of the fire-rat. Much like the wearer, Inuyasha's had felt coarser, but reliable. Sesshoumaru's felt like touching cool water.

She mentally winced when remembering calling him 'big brother' last year, shortly after returning to the past. What the hell was she doing? And why couldn't she stop thinking that she really- really wanted to lift the material to her nose and smell it?

Kagome pressed her hands to her eyes and groaned, trudging off in the direction of the village.


Kenta splashed happily as he kicked his legs, thoroughly soaking Kagome, yet she laughed it off. She supported him under his stomach as they moved through the water, the seven-year-old wanting to take off like a jet and swim on his own, but Kagome was reluctant to let him go. She wished she had water wings, and without them, her mini-class had to rely on planks of wood or their protective mothers for support in the water.

The mothers weren't as dismissively hostile with her now, in fact, the moment she'd stepped foot in front of them in Sesshoumaru's garb, they had clammed up but been slightly more respectful of her. Kagome had felt mild irritation and sighed, but ultimately waved it off. However, the implications were not lost on her. The villagers probably thought they were lovers.

Her damned cheeks heated again. Why didn't that bother him? He couldn't just look at her like that out of the blue! And didn't his reputation matter to him? What if a big deal demon saw her and started spreading gossip that they were an item?

Kagome sighed as she straightened and helped the boy to the river bank. Knowing Sesshoumaru, he wouldn't care about that kind of thing. He seemed so secure in everything he chose to do, she sort of envied him.

Kenta took his mothers hand and waved at her while padding away. Kagome smiled and returned it as many more of the village children started to leave.

"Thank you, Kagome!~" chirped a young girl.

"You're welcome, Megumi. Keep practising your paddle and remember to try and kick your legs under the water next time." Kagome giggled, waving the children off. Some of the mothers nodded to her as they departed, and Kagome was left to herself by the river.

She held her arms, feeling a slight chill as she turned, bending to pick up the make-shift floats out of the water. The cool silk was now plastered to her, but somehow it felt comforting.

That exercise had been kind of successful, she thought. For the first lesson anyway. She'd have to keep visiting the village, but maybe she could teach some children of Edo how to swim too. Kagome briefly wondered if that would affect time too much- before the sound of several pairs of footsteps made her turn.

Two men stood on the river bank, one holding a fishing net, the other had his arm hidden behind his back, possibly holding a weapon. Kagome stepped back into the ankle-deep water of the shore cautiously.

"Hey, uh...can I help you?" She asked carefully. Crap, she'd left her bow and other things with Sesshoumaru.

"Sure can. You can strip for us, honey." The burlier one grinned, looking at her keenly as she bristled.

"Excuse me?" 

The leaner man with the net shifted. "It's not what you think. We just want what you're wearing. That's demon clothing. Fetches a high price, especially tailor-made. Give it over and we won't have to hurt ya."

Kagome's eyes widened. "Don't you know who this belongs to? He'd kill you if you guys even touched it. No way- gah!" She jumped back as the big one swiped at her with the previously concealed knife. It was bigger than she'd figured, resembling a machete.

"Hand it over, damn it!" He growled, this time trying to grab her as Kagome ducked under his arm and ran up the riverbank, sprinting as hard as she could. Hearing their shouts and footsteps behind her, Kagome left the river to run up a steep incline, fairly certain it would lead her back to the path towards Sesshoumaru, when something hit the back of her legs.

She gave a yelp as her chin met the earth, and Kagome rolled down the hill some- before getting to her feet again. When reaching the top of the hill however, she found herself overlooking the deeper part of the river, and turned to see the men gaining on her. The lean one threw the fish net up, and Kagome grit her teeth, squirming as it fell over her head.

"Get this off!" She yelled, finding that she was getting tangled searching for a way to get free.

"You can strip under there girly or we'll remove ya clothes for ya," one of them grunted.

"I can't give this to you! It's important to him," Kagome staggered back, eyes wide as they approached her again.

Not thinking anything of it and acting purely on impulse, Kagome turned and jumped from the height- falling towards the river. She met the water soon enough, being plunged into the depths. She kicked her legs and managed to reach the surface despite the fishnet, but the current pulled her further downstream. Coughing, Kagome barely noticed that she'd lost sight of the men as she tried to keep afloat, feeling the net get tangled around her legs.

Kagome felt herself stop as some sort of force held her in the water. Looking back behind her, she found that the net had gotten caught in some branches from an overhanging bush. She let out her breath and eased down under the water, trying to find a way out while she had the chance. It was with difficulty but relief that Kagome eventually got herself free, sliding out of the net parting and swimming to the river bank, exhaustedly pulling herself ashore.

Coughing, she pushed her wet hair back from her face and sat for a moment to catch her breath. She then patted herself down with shaky hands. No injuries was a plus. Kagome almost congratulated herself when she felt it.

A tear.

She quickly checked her right side at her hip. A very large tear.

It arched up around her stomach, the fine material sliced in a clean cut. She couldn't believe she hadn't noticed it. Her skin was neatly exposed, but Kagome hardly cared about that. Instead, her heart raced as she pulled the two separate pieces together.

"Oh no..." she murmured, brows pulling together. She'd...promised to take good care of it. It didn't take a genius to see that the clothing meant a lot to him. It bore his crest, and he always kept it immaculate. In battle, he moved with his 'fancy footwork' as though trying not to spill an ounce of blood on it. Inuyasha had sometimes torn it, sure, yet even if it were easily mended she couldn't shake the feeling that she'd broken her word.

Kagome's shoulders began to shake and her cheeks grew warm. She then grew even more upset that she was getting upset.

Her vision had gone blurry by the time something large and warm fell onto her head gently, and Kagome started. She glanced up, a few tears falling as she saw blurry white in-front of her. Her breathing hitched as she smelled his scent even without lifting the material to her nose, and Kagome stifled a sob. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you crying?" he muttered, his warmth drawing closer- until Kagome pressed herself willingly into his chest and gripped his clothing tight. She let out a ramble of words that were meant to explain herself, but all Sesshoumaru could probably hear were the blubberings of a woman-child.

Kagome felt his warm palm stroke the top of her head as she cried. She slowly fell quiet because of that soothing touch, sort of wanting to stay there like that longer. He was gentle and calm in the storm of her emotions.

She soon opened her eyes, rubbing at her cheeks as she pulled away slightly.

"I never cry," Kagome mumbled. "Sorry, that was awkward, huh?"


She looked at him then and noticed his dark expression as he stared at the tear. "A clean-cut from a blade," Sesshoumaru uttered, lifting his gaze to hers. "You were attacked," he stated. It was not a question.

Kagome sighed and put her hand on her side. "Two guys. They're probably long gone now."

His youki spilt out and curled around him, the atmosphere turning heavy with displeasure. He was angry, she realised. Very angry.

"I could try and mend the tear," she tried to quell the energy snapping in the air. "It probably won't be as clean a stitch but-" Kagome's breath caught as he grasped the front of the clothing, tugging her in close as a snarl hissed out from clenched teeth.

"This one does not care about the clothing. It is you, foolish girl, that this one will be shedding blood for."

Kagome's eyes widened. The formless emotion within her that went beyond friendship swelled and scattered her thought process. She didn't want him to shed blood for her, but when he finally released her she was unable to form the words to stop him.

He set her pack and bow down, soon leaping into the air with a crackle of stifling energy that scorched the grass he'd been standing on.

Of all times, Kagome felt something click into place, watching him fly with such palpable rage. Anger...for her.


A few days passed after Kagome's trip and after returning back to Edo, everything had fallen back into the way it had been before. Sesshoumaru had said nothing when he'd returned to her on that riverbank with his claws bloody, and neither of them had brought it up. Dissatisfaction gnawed at his insides, but the demon ignored it as he bid farewell to Rin after visiting her. He could not move the miko's attention toward him by force, it wouldn't work.

As he left the village and made his way up the hill, Sesshoumaru's ears pricked as a soft 'thunk' sound caught his attention. The faint tremble of a bowstring had him moving even before he scented her, and he crested the hill in mere moments, walking on into the forest. He passed by arrows buried into targets on tree trunks and slowed to admire them. The targets were in a myriad of places, up high in the branches or in trees further off, all of the arrows crammed onto different bulls-eyes with reiki curling around the quivers.

Something gradually built and took hold of Sesshoumaru. The holy powers in the air caused the gold of his eyes to brighten unnaturally, and it was only a breath later that he lay eyes on her.

She stood, bow drawn and back arched in a way that made his claws twitch at his sides. Kagome let another arrow fly and it hit the target with a louder 'thunk' though this one missed the bulls-eye slightly. She breathed out and straightened, meeting his gaze, and he somehow knew his presence had affected her.

"I thought I'd pay you back for all those times you trained in front of me," she murmured as he stepped closer. "Though, I'm not half-naked."

"This one would not protest if you were." Midsummer night eyes darkened in time with her blush.

Kagome turned to face him fully, pointing at him accusingly. "I figured it out, you know. All this time, you were peacocking!" This caused him to stop and tilt his head slightly. Kagome nodded furiously. "Don't try and deny it. You were showing off your powers and strength."

"Yes." He admitted bluntly, eyes narrowing in thought. "Why call it that though?"

"Male peacocks do this thing where they display all their features, fanning them out. They do it because...uh, because..." Kagome trailed off, blushing as she glanced away.

"It is part of a courtship ritual to attract a mate." Sesshoumaru finished for her, stepping closer as his eyes warmed. He raised his head then, looking at the targets around them. "You did not need to do this. Your feats with the Shikon no Tama proved your strength."

"Pot kettle black, buddy," Kagome muttered, sighing as her cheeks continued to burn. "I know how strong you are. You didn't need to train in front of me to prove that."

Her heart hammered in her chest as he brought a hand up, sliding it into her hair behind her ear. "It was more than that, true you've seen this one's strength, but dedication must also be exhibited."

Kagome leaned into his hand slightly as she swallowed. "I knew that about you too, since you've taken care of Rin." Her hands tentatively rose to rest on his chest, thankful his armour was missing. She felt his warmth and the silk under her palms as she smoothed one hand higher, brushing it over the red and white honeycomb design on his shoulder. "It's not like you to be self-conscious of your abilities." 

Sesshoumaru growled lowly. "It was not a lack of belief in my abilities, merely, it is tradition to show you will be provided for. And this one will take no half measures when trying to court you."

The breath rushed out of her lungs in a rush. He really said it, and so easily too.

"You really...want that?" she asked quieter.

The hand in her hair pulled away to raise her chin, until she stared up at burning gold. "Do not insult us both by questioning my intentions when this one has already given an answer." He muttered, mouth pressed into a thin, grim line.

Kagome made to say something when that mouth suddenly pressed against hers, making her squeak. His lips made her heart jolt, and she stood frozen- breathless for a moment before she leaned into him and kissed back.

He shuddered at the feel of her soft mouth parting as the kiss became more heated and explorative. Lightning crashed down her veins. Her hand smoothed up to cradle the side of his face- thumb accidentally brushing his stripes. Teeth nipped at her lower lip in response and she boldly let her tongue brush against his, experimentally touching his fang, retreating at the sharpness of it. He chuckled slightly against her mouth as she pressed more into him, finding he tasted like something inexplicable but familiar. Like the taste of the air on a warm summer night.

He pulled back enough to look her dead in the eye. "What do you want, Kagome?" he uttered, their breaths intermingling and coming in warm puffs against their mouths.

Kagome looked at him, cheeks rosy and lips still slightly parted to maddeningly tempt him. When her thumb brushed his markings again, he almost called her cruel, until she smiled.

"I set up all these targets for you, silly. When I figured out what you'd been doing all this time, I wanted to show off my feathers too, so to speak." She grinned, quieting slightly. "We need to work on our communication skills though, you do things the demon way and I don't always know what you mean by it, so yeah, we need to talk more."

She leaned up on tiptoe then and brushed her lips against his cheek. "But I do...want you. I want to get to know you more. 'Paying attention to the smallest details helps to gauge a picture of the whole,' right? So, show me-" his mouth on hers cut her off again and he swallowed her muffled words.

Kagome smiled against his lips as she felt strong arms slide around her waist. It would take a little time to get used to the newness of it. His reserved air was completely gone, and the determined, firm lips against hers perhaps should have intimidated her, yet Kagome only encouraged it.

As she willingly embraced the demon, she felt herself become wrapped in warm silken robes.


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Palm Beach Sgts. Christopher Lorenzo and Rita Lee Lance are remembered by all of us as one of the best couples ever to hit the television screen. They were partners, best friends, and just plain soul mates. They shared a bond that was unmatched by any other couple on television. The stories on this page were written in an effort to keep their memory alive in all our hearts. Enjoy!!


A Second Chance for Love


Heart Broken

The DA's Office

The Snowball Effect


Love Conquers All

Part 1Part 2Part 3

The Perfect Woman for the Job

The Three Faces of Fate

Closing The Books

Deloris and Lisa



Hidden Desires


Crossing the Lines of Friendship

Through the Hardest Times

The Importance Of Time

Leave It To Fate


Destined To Be Friends

Part 1Part 2

Hidden Memories


Places in the Heart

Part 1Part 2


Father and Son

The Call


Part 1Part 2

Passion and the First Kiss
Trust And Love

Precious Gifts

Part 1Part 2


Joy and Linda

Bogart, Pizza, and the Boogie Man


What Happened To My Sam?

Part 1Part 2Part 3

Together For Now

Years Gone By


Of Keys and Cats

The Gap

Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4

Another Call

Prettiest Eyes
Eyes To Die For


The Opera

Lady Luck

Amazed By You

Part 1Part 2


Expect the Unexpected
Always and Forever

You Can't Live in the Past

Better Late Than Never

Part 1Part 2

No Place Like Home



Wind Chimes

My Only Sunshine

Rose Colored Glasses

A Silk Stalkings Christmas Story

Love Remains

Part 1Part 2

Night Crawlers and Day Dreamers

Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4
Part 5Part 6Part 7Part 8Part 9

Pandora's Box

Part 1Part 2Part 3
Part 4Part 5Part 6Part 7

Too Late

The Goose, the Gander, and Destiny

The Gift

She's Having A Baby
An Angels Lullaby

Lisa and Linda

History Repeats Itself


Friends, Lovers, and Liars

Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4
Part 5Part 6Part 7Part 8Part 9

Stolen Lullaby

Part 1Part 2Part 3Part 4

Mitzi Kapture Mailing List

The Awakening


Killer Song

The Best Laid Plans

On the Side of Angles

Super Sams

Danger in Confidence


Rita's Dream

The Waiting Game

Part 1Part 2Part 3


Don't Let Go


Ignored Feelings


Let There Be Light
Hopes & Fears
The Risk of Love
Mind Games
I Hate It When You're Not Here
Everyone's Park
The Ordeal of Power
Wedding Dates And Chicken Pox
Dinner For Two, Please
Gather Together
Same Old Sams
I do, I do ..... Infinity
Friendship Closes It's Eyes
D'Mato's Independence
The Life You Gave To Me
It Can Be So
Meant To Be


DISCLAIMER: (so we don't get sued!) We would like to give credit where credit is due. Although we, and the other featured authors, may borrow the characters, Silk Stalkings and all the characters from the show are not ours, as you all already know... though we wish they were! If that were the case, they would still be on TV living the happy life we all picture when writing these stories! Silk Stalkings and all things Silk-realted belong to Stu Seagal, Stephen J. Cannell, and USA Network. Please USA, bring back our Classic Silk!!!

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Bloom moaned loudly. She was not afraid that her neighbor, Flora, would hear her, because she was on a date with Helia and she could not suddenly return. Bloom reached orgasm and everything inside her began to contract and unclench.

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