|Reviews for Hateful Words|
| HeathRowTottie chapter 8 . 11/23/2013
Oh yeah! Wonderful story; funny and sexy and really pacy. Loved it.
| Cherylwb chapter 7 . 2/2/2013
| Water-please chapter 8 . 12/25/2012
loved it - every single line! Thank you for sharing.
| Water-please chapter 3 . 12/25/2012
Wow indeed! This story is brilliant!
| Ray282 chapter 8 . 2/6/2012
You know, I put an alert on your Castle story, then went to see what other stories you wrote. Now I have to put an alert on you too, for any new stories.
Thanks! And good work on Eames and Goren!
| OuroborosSnyder chapter 8 . 3/5/2011
Love, love, love this story!
| Blinky38 chapter 8 . 2/13/2011
Love the story, very sweet, and the humour is very funny.
BTW I am 40 and have had Rheumatoid Arthritis since I was 5 years old. At least now at my age it is more common and I don't feel so unusual LOL.
| superfelix chapter 8 . 2/2/2010
“Better than everything,” she says. “Better than before.”...great. They deserve it.
Great story. I enjoyed it very much.
| superfelix chapter 7 . 2/2/2010
And, God love him, Bobby picks me up to carry me there...how romantic!
I lay back and stroke a finger slowly across the underside of his cock, and let him choose what route to take. There’s no bad decision here...wow, all is up to Bobby. Great...This is pretty much the definition of win-win, Alex...exactly.
“Pill.” I answer, and feel a shudder run through his body as he thinks about being able to feel the inside of me with no barriers. This seems to be his breaking point...this sentence makes me breathless.
I really love your smut. Really arousing.
| superfelix chapter 6 . 2/2/2010
“Yeah,” I answer. “That and I can’t take my eyes off you long enough to actually do any cooking.”...he is honest. I like that.
Mythbusters...a great show.
“Another half hour?” She sounds incredulous. “That dessert better be made of solid gold. I’m so hungry I’m thinking of running down to the deli to get a sandwich to tide me over.”...like a little girl. Love it.
I wanted to do a good job. For you...I think later he'll do it even a bit better ;o)
“I thought you just kept me around for my good looks.” She swallows her mouthful, and looks up at me in wonder.
“That was before I knew you could cook,” she says. “Now I know you’re good for at least two things.”...very funny.
“You stole their girlfriends,”...“Y-yeah,”...oh!
So after he tried to break my arm, I played the wounded, brooding injured artist card, and she fell for it...very cool.
Paul Bocuse...yeah, that is fiction...but sweet fiction.
I love the smut. Alex released very quickly. Now it's Bobby's turn.
| superfelix chapter 5 . 2/2/2010
“Do I have to remind you that the ladies’ bathroom is not an apropriate place for an argument?”
Blackwell, you’re a dead woman...hahaha! Big laughing.
A day off? Hallelujah, and Bobby wants to protest...dear!
We exit the squad room, me still giggling at the thought of Bobby in an apron...hehehe.
“Poulet Sauté aux Herbes de Provence,” he murmers, as he steps in a little closer, his voice lowering to a husky growl...Bobby speaking French...I would get hot...really hot.
Fuck dinner. Just take me to bed and make me scream your name...Alex!
| superfelix chapter 4 . 2/2/2010
Two great actor...hehehe.
and trying to surpress years of pent-up arousal...hahaha.
Great. This is going to be around the department in half an hour. Crazy Goren and his partner are fighting again...but better than Crazy Goren nearly fucked his petite partner in the locker room.
“Thank God,” she says once I get inside, a reproach already dying on my lips. “We have to talk.”...sweet...and then they laugh together...that is wonderful.
Just her lips pressed to mine, tenderly...sigh.
“What would have happened if Blackwell hadn’t interrupted us?”...good question.
“I don’t know,” she admits, biting her bottom lip, which, to be honest, turns me on a little...naughty Bobby.
A diner by Alex...wohoo. I think they'll not come to eat food!
| superfelix chapter 3 . 2/2/2010
Why the hell did he choose this time and place to kiss me for the first time?...hahaha.
Fuck it. I’m going to kiss him...yeah: Girlpower!
Even if the Chief of Ds himself strolls into the women’s room right now and finds us groping each other like horny teenagers, nothing but nothing is going to stop me from kissing Bobby right this minute...wohoo.
Bobby closed his eyes!
God, Bobby must be some terrific actor to hide this from me...oh yes, he was.
Wow, what a kiss and what body contact...gr. Alex reacts badly but then the door flies open? Mean!
| superfelix chapter 2 . 2/2/2010
On Bobby's side are emotions too...sigh.
God how I hate that. I hate that look in her eyes when she’s fighting down tears. I’ve seen it too often. Been the cause of it too often...yes!
How many times have I seen her, bent over her desk musing about some hidden artifact of justice, and just wanted to lean over and envelop her body in mine. To kiss the delicate white skin of her neck and whisper to her that I would be her slave forever, if she would only ask...wohoo, steamy.
“I’m just revising my list of criteria for men I date. I think it’s time to cross out ‘psycopath’ and ‘cross-dresser’ from my list. Oh, and ‘murderer...sad and funny.
I can’t touch her. I long to touch her. To throw the door open and press her face to mine and kiss away the tears and the pain...sigh, so nice.
I want. I want to heal her. To make her whole...yes!
What an end-situation: just inches away from each other and so much not spoken emotions.
| superfelix chapter 1 . 2/2/2010
I want to hug Alex...deeply.
Damnit, Eames, how do you pick the absolute bottom of the barrel with such laser precision?...sigh.
So much nice memories about Joe...he'll be always a part of Alex...but also thoughts about Bobby...sigh: And Bobby. Bobby handing me the cuffs. Bobby shoving the suspect into the table because he’d hurt me. Bobby’s sweet face, full of empathy.
What a ridiculous situation to be in. 8 years trying to find the right guy to fall in love with again. 8 years of losers and wimps and megalomaniacs. 8 years, and I end up falling in love with my partner...it is what it is. ;o)
I cherished those memories...oh yes, how much I cherish those moments.
What am I thinking about? Bobby doesn’t care about me that way. He’s showed me love in a thousand different guises. Killed himself to find me when I was kidnapped, sat by my bedside in a reverent vigil when I was discovered. He needs me. But not like that. Never even a hint of lust or a covetous glance. And to be sure, I’ve watched. And waited. But nothing. And we’re partners. Bobby is nothing if not respectful of that tenuous relationship...sigh!
How I had wanted to throw myself at him, pounding on his chest with my fists, shouting “You fucking idiot, I could have killed you! I could have lost the only other man I’ve ever loved. Do you know what that would have done to me? With my own gun, Bobby?” And then pressing my mouth against his, weeping at the fact that he was still alive. Not corrupt. Still Bobby. Holding him tight to reassure myself that he was still there...great part.
They could never be more than partners, because he was in love with the job...sniff.
Oi, Bobby is outside?