Title – Ficlet
Author – Moonbeam
Rating – PG-13 (a little bit of smutty hints)
Summary – Just a little itty bitty ficlet when Grace sees Luke again.
Disclaimer - Not mine if it was Glynis would not have happened, Grace would snog Luke like she did in ‘Wealth of Nations’ more regularly, Adam and Jane would be all sweet and stuff. Friedman would be castrated, Kevin would get more sibling time, he’s such a sweetie and Helen would get a really good answer to one of her questions by that priest.

He looked like she always thought he would by now. Tall, thinly muscular, smart and handsome. The perfect obliviously attractive geek.

She wished that she was still allowed to kiss him. At the moment, if she were allowed, she'd drag him to her place and lock the door. She'd then do bad things with him in every room of her little house. She's wait until food and condoms became a true necessity before she let him outside and maybe not even then, just tie him to the bed and get everything very quickly.

But she would never do that, and she would never admit to wanting to do that.

She was Grace Polk, and Grace Polk did not act like a cheerleader in heat and she didn't buy into superficial things regardless of how good his arse looked in when he reached for something. Or how much she really wanted to taste his Adam's apple. Or smell that scent he carried that made her feel safe. Or any of the other things she'd fantasised about since he'd walked through the door and had given her a 'hello' hug as though she wasn't Grace and she hugged, which she had. She'd held on too long and too tight.

Grace shook her head and threw back the last of her drink. She prayed for a reprieve, or a convenient science closet.

The End

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