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Words: 564
This is a follow-up to my PicFic In Psittacus Veritas Pt.1, a sort-of deleted scene. It gave too much away to include in the other story or to post yesterday, but I wanted to share it nonetheless.
The head of Section IV, UNCLE HQ NY, hovered in the office doorway. “Verity—I mean, uh, Miss Charles. Can I talk to you a minute?”
“Of course, Mr. Dennell. Come in.”
“Come in. Come in.” From its cage in the corner, a silver parrot echoed her high-pitched voice with uncanny accuracy.
George crossed the threshold, the door whispering shut behind him. He tapped his fingers together at his waist and cleared his throat. “It’s kind of a delicate matter.”
Closing an issue of Electronics, Verity rose from her desk and approached him. Her small fingers rested lightly on his. “I'll listen to anything you need to say. You know that, right?”
“Yeah, I do.” His tapping ceased. He looked down and turned one hand as if to clasp hers. When he instead tried to drop his arms, her fingers closed around his.
“See, that's it in a nutshell,” he said, stroking her knuckles absently. “I could be imagining things, but I'd say we’ve had a pretty strong reaction to each other in the short time since you started here.”
There was a catch in her voice as she responded, “You're not imagining things.”
He lifted his face, a smile lighting it briefly. “Really?” He swallowed. “It might not be so good for the project, though, you and I being so…aware of each other all the time.”
Verity grabbed his lapels. “George Dennell, if you don't kiss me this instant, I think I might scream.”
He blinked at her from behind his dark-rimmed glasses. Then, grasping her upper arms, he pulled her close and planted his lips on hers. His kiss was firm and efficient and ended with a smacking sound.
George released her arms and grinned. He tucked his thumbs into his vest pockets. “Well, that's bound to help. A terrific idea, getting it out of our systems like that.”
Verity sighed. She removed her tortoiseshell glasses and placed them on the desk beside her. Reaching up, she carefully did the same with George’s eyewear, as he continued to speak.
“Now we can give our full attention to the project. Mr. Waverly's counting on us an awful lot, you know.”
She unhooked his hands from his vest and set them on either side of her waist. Her own hands ran over his shoulders to meet at the back of his neck.
“This new setup is really, uh…important to him, and I'd just hate to, um, let him d—.” His flow of words faltered as she ran a finger lightly around the outside of his ear. “Oh, boy. What was I talking about?”
Her finger skimmed his cheek and came to rest in the hollow beneath his lower lip. “Something about having gotten this out of our systems.”
George’s brown eyes twinkled. “Whatever I said, just forget it, will ya?”
He bent his head and captured her smiling lips. His second kiss was eager and passionate and ended with a groan at their parting.
They remained in their embrace, cheek to cheek, waiting to catch their breaths. “I gotta ask you, Verity,” George murmured. “What about Napoleon?”
Verity pulled her head back to look in his eyes and cupped his face in her hands. “Napoleon who?”
His arms tightened around her, lifting her feet from the floor. “You say the nicest things,” he declared, before his mouth met hers once more.
“Oh, George.”
Words: 564
This is a follow-up to my PicFic In Psittacus Veritas Pt.1, a sort-of deleted scene. It gave too much away to include in the other story or to post yesterday, but I wanted to share it nonetheless.
The head of Section IV, UNCLE HQ NY, hovered in the office doorway. “Verity—I mean, uh, Miss Charles. Can I talk to you a minute?”
“Of course, Mr. Dennell. Come in.”
“Come in. Come in.” From its cage in the corner, a silver parrot echoed her high-pitched voice with uncanny accuracy.
George crossed the threshold, the door whispering shut behind him. He tapped his fingers together at his waist and cleared his throat. “It’s kind of a delicate matter.”
Closing an issue of Electronics, Verity rose from her desk and approached him. Her small fingers rested lightly on his. “I'll listen to anything you need to say. You know that, right?”
“Yeah, I do.” His tapping ceased. He looked down and turned one hand as if to clasp hers. When he instead tried to drop his arms, her fingers closed around his.
“See, that's it in a nutshell,” he said, stroking her knuckles absently. “I could be imagining things, but I'd say we’ve had a pretty strong reaction to each other in the short time since you started here.”
There was a catch in her voice as she responded, “You're not imagining things.”
He lifted his face, a smile lighting it briefly. “Really?” He swallowed. “It might not be so good for the project, though, you and I being so…aware of each other all the time.”
Verity grabbed his lapels. “George Dennell, if you don't kiss me this instant, I think I might scream.”
He blinked at her from behind his dark-rimmed glasses. Then, grasping her upper arms, he pulled her close and planted his lips on hers. His kiss was firm and efficient and ended with a smacking sound.
George released her arms and grinned. He tucked his thumbs into his vest pockets. “Well, that's bound to help. A terrific idea, getting it out of our systems like that.”
Verity sighed. She removed her tortoiseshell glasses and placed them on the desk beside her. Reaching up, she carefully did the same with George’s eyewear, as he continued to speak.
“Now we can give our full attention to the project. Mr. Waverly's counting on us an awful lot, you know.”
She unhooked his hands from his vest and set them on either side of her waist. Her own hands ran over his shoulders to meet at the back of his neck.
“This new setup is really, uh…important to him, and I'd just hate to, um, let him d—.” His flow of words faltered as she ran a finger lightly around the outside of his ear. “Oh, boy. What was I talking about?”
Her finger skimmed his cheek and came to rest in the hollow beneath his lower lip. “Something about having gotten this out of our systems.”
George’s brown eyes twinkled. “Whatever I said, just forget it, will ya?”
He bent his head and captured her smiling lips. His second kiss was eager and passionate and ended with a groan at their parting.
They remained in their embrace, cheek to cheek, waiting to catch their breaths. “I gotta ask you, Verity,” George murmured. “What about Napoleon?”
Verity pulled her head back to look in his eyes and cupped his face in her hands. “Napoleon who?”
His arms tightened around her, lifting her feet from the floor. “You say the nicest things,” he declared, before his mouth met hers once more.
“Oh, George.”
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