Some of this is BEYOND fabulous! The ENTIRE exchange between Fin and Munch was histerical and BRILLIANT!
Ohhh Dear GOD did I EVER LOOOOVVVEEEE how you worded this part.
They were kissing, and his lover pulled his sweats up gently, tucking him inside as he kissed him. This was perfect. This was the closest thing he could have to heaven, and he knew it. He’d die to protect it, and he’d already killed to protect what was his. He’d fought for Toby, won his trust and his love, and he wasn’t going to let any of the fuckers in here take what he had won. If that doesn't exemplify what love in prison can do...what it can MEAN to someone I'm not sure what does. Sometimes I wonder if the ones like Keller and O'Reily aren't the people who TRULY grasp what loving someone means. What you would do to protect that love and them. It just seems so deep and fathomless...almost beautiful in it's crazed intensity.
This was a shining exapmle of the snarky Beech I love so damn much! He's so adorable when he turns into a huffy bitch!
“-Just because I’m in here, sir, doesn’t mean my IQ has suddenly dropped sixty points. I’m well aware of my rights, and I’m well aware that you need something from us, both of us, desperately, or you wouldn’t have even bothered asking. You would have tried to force us to help you. I may no longer practice law, but I was a fucking good lawyer in one of the best firms in the city. Please don’t try to work over my head.” He smiled, bright and disarmingly, at the man across from him.
Oh my GOD....poor Chris. I can't imagine what terror he must have experienced for HIM to pass out cold. You still have me eating this all up greedily! Please keep up the amazing work with this story!
~Writing is an adventure. To begin with, it is a toy and an amusement. Then it becomes a mistress, then it becomes a master, then it becomes a tyrant. The last phase is that just as you are about to be reconciled to your servitude, you kill the monster and fling him to the public. ~Winston Churchill
