So I’ve been re-watching The Librarians again (okay, I’ve had it running for background while I work) and I noticed something which has to be a deliberate acting choice. Jenkins has a tendency to cross an arm over his chest and rest his hand over his heart. It is subtle, but it seems to be linked to his feeling emotionally vulnerable. At first I thought it was just a reflex, but then I realized--it isn’t Jenkins, it’s Galahad raising his shield. I’m not sure what to do with this...
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I finished “The Librarians”, y’all. What do I do now? 😱
Maybe it’s time for a “Leverage” rewatch. That show is perfection.
A few thoughts first:
1. I weirdly enjoyed the shorter seasons. I felt like the show was more focused.
2. Jenkins. I just adored him. It is by far my favorite role with John Larroquette. The scene where he’s a D&D Dungeon Master was a thing of beauty.
3. I love Eve’s maternal vibes.
4. Love love loved Ezekiel’s character development. The looper episode broke me.
5. The ships, but also… not? I totally ship Jacob and Cassandra, but also Jenkins and Cassandra, and yet… I really liked how they just… were. I love a good platonic relationship just as much.
6. Judson and Charlene.
7. The series finale. I don’t know if they knew the show was ending or not, but this was one of the best series finales I have ever seen. Just beautiful.
I told my husband this show gave me “SeaQuest” vibes: a great cast of characters, episodes that almost always ended on a happy note, and just a feel good vibe when I watched it. A great comfort show. I adore “Leverage”, too, so it was meant to be.
If you haven’t seen “The Librarians” it is currently streaming on Freevee. I will definitely be purchasing this one.
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July 4 - Why did she have to knock on the door now?
I could hear @jenksel and @tran-shar celebrating while I wrote this a couple days back.
Writing spicy scenes still makes me blush.
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He opens the door. "Hey."
"Hi." She steps inside, drops her bags out of the way, and nearly leaps into his embrace. The door swings shut.
They hold each other silently, their bodies finding a new balance in closeness and warmth. It's such a contrast from the stark loneliness of the last two weeks that he kisses her forehead a little shyly. She nuzzles him lightly, it's adorable how every touch between them starts out soft, tentative. He squeezes her a little tighter. The scent of her shampoo pulls at his heart.
"Gods, I've missed you," he admits after a while.
"Mmph. Economy class is not kind," she replies, "But I can't make myself pay more money just for comfort."
He gently starts to steer her over to his couch, a comfortable blue behemoth with plenty of room for them both. She pulls away for a second, shrugs out of her coat and hangs it neatly, revealing a white button-down shirt and grey pleated skirt. He takes the opportunity to situate himself to one side of the couch, readying a place for her. She grins at his wordless invitation, kicks off her shoes before eagerly encircling her arms around his shoulders and fitting herself to his side.
"Rough trip?" he asks as his hands wander down her back, stroking softly.
"So glad to be with you," she smiles at him, "So glad to be home." He brushes his lips against her forehead again for that, sweetly. She raises her head and draws him into an intense kiss.
It's the same every time they connect. Relief travels through his body, he drinks down the quiet passion she offers him. There's no rush as her fingers comb through his hair and across the back of his neck like a blessing. He slips his hands under her loose shirt, resting them on the soft skin of her waist. What is it about this simple intimacy that makes him shiver so?
He can feel her hunger for him in her kisses, it's still amazing, still astonishingly wonderful that she's not only welcoming his advances but pressing back against him, challenging and insistent. Delightful creature. Her mouth opens under his and he loses control, just a little, no longer simply kissing but devouring her, pressing her to him now, her softness brushing the hard warmth of his base desire. His need only builds with every press and breath, every little delicious noise she makes as she pushes against him and crawls into his lap, straddling him.
Then she starts undoing his fly. He pauses (why, why is he still so shy about this?); she seems to sense his hesitation. She stops and smiles in such a comforting way that it calms his heart. Then she wrecks that peace completely when she guides his hands to her bare thighs and asks "Could you do me a favor, darling?"
"Anything." Gods, he'd set himself on fire if she asked right now.
"Grab my bottom," she requests sweetly.
Yes and yes. His hands slide up under her skirt and find not only a distinct lack of any sort of cloth but also an abundance of delectable softness. His mouth goes a little dry as she pulls his erection free from his pants and gives him a wicked smirk.
"Hmm," she muses in mock seriousness as she plays at examining him, "I dare say you've missed me, love."
Oh yes, he wants to say, but he's at a loss for words. Instead, he nods enthusiastically and kneads her ample bottom.
She leans closer and strokes his length, pulling a low groan from him. How did he not notice her shirt's half open, providing an opportunity to nuzzle her chest? He pulls her closer to taste her skin, her hand guides him under her skirt, oh yes...
There's the sound of heavy footsteps in flight that come to a skidding halt out in the hallway. Eve's voice suddenly rings out. "Jenkins!" Thudthudthudthudthudthud...
The lovers both freeze.
"Jenkins! we need you!" the Guardian calls in an especially piercing tone as she assaults the entryway to his quarters.
They both groan. He lets his head fall back, she drops her head to his shoulder with a small snort of resignation.
"Why," Jenkins mutters darkly to the ceiling, "why did she have to knock on the door now?"
His lover laughs.
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