Do Your Worst

by Rosie Danan

“Enemies it is,” Clark said, all crisp consonants and barely leashed scorn. “Do your worst.”

Needing to collect some of Clark’s hair (uninvited) wasn’t ideal, but at least she’d seen enough episodes of Criminal Minds to know what to look for.

No one ever said curse breaking was glamorous.

thanks again, Matthew Gray Gubler, for being hot enough to get her through even the more upsetting episodes of Criminal Minds.

Riley wanted Clark. With all his flaws. With hers.

Thanks for the great sex last night. Sorry I tried to make you feel like shit about yourself after.

Besides, even if he was a…god help him, freak in the sheets, he was still a gentleman in the streets, thank you very much.

“I’m saying I think the ancient, horny fae magic might not be satisfied until you rail me.”

“Happy boning!”

“I love you.”

The desire to care for a man might be new, but Riley was pretty sure she was killing it.

“Thank you. I’d make a joke about how there’s no dessert, but I think we both know what I’ll be doing with my mouth after dinner.”