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((Cont from sws here))


When she was certain her daughter wouldn't hear she stopped.

"You really want to know?" Lyssa smirked. "It's best when we fight, I love it, we just fight. Bruises, cuts, being slammed against walls, we don't care." Folding her arms she looked at him. "That's just the beginning full moon is the worst, I'll try anything once. So if bruises aren't your thing what are?" If she'd shared some she wanted something from him in return.
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Copied over from gj thread with Owen ([livejournal.com profile] genius_mind) and Lyssa ([livejournal.com profile] nothing_of_note) Nothing more than a normal episode of Torchwood here.
Chasing Weevils )
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Jack's office, more specifically Lyssa sat on Jack's desk. Paperwork scattered cross the room. "Blame it on the dinosaur." The few valuable things Jack would go mad over being broken were moved. She had some sense left.Hands holding the edge of the desk, she looked down biting her lip. "So you really missed me huh."

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