Jessica Bird: Likeness

“I liked you, cop. From the moment I met you. No… not the first moment. I wanted to kill you when I first met you. But then I liked you. A lot.”

“He wanted to give her another word to say, something like luscious or whisper or strawberry. Hell, antidisestablishmentarianism would do it.”

“Falling into ruin was a bit like falling in love: Both descents stripped you bare and left you as you were at your core. And both endings are equally painful.”

“You would have made a fine warrior, you know that?"

I am one. Death is my enemy."

Yeah, it is, isn't it." God, it made such sense that he'd bonded with her. She was a fighter… like him. "Your scalpel's your dagger."

Yup.”

“he wanted to say. And not “we” as in the Brotherhood.

Not even “we” as in he and John.

More like … “me”.”

“Butch nodded as if he knew exactly what was doing. "Like I said, my man, it's whatever. You and me? Same as always, no matter who you screw. Although… if you're into sheep, that would be tough. Don't know if I could handle that.”

“Just once" Blay said softly. "Do it just once. So I'll know what it's like.”

“You're looking at that chick like you want to roll her up in a taco and put your hot sauce all over her.”

“Next time you think of me like that, say my name when you come. It'll get you off even better.”

“Knock her dead, my man."
"Oh no." Xcor shook his head."That shan't be necessary. This one I like.”

“Dedicated to: You.
There will never be another like you.
For me… you are the one.
Yeah, I don't have enough words for this….”

“As she shuffled back, he glanced down at the tent between his legs. Christ, that goddamn thing in there was huge; he looked like he had another arm in his pants.”

“She was staying. A little longer.
V smiled to himself. So this was what winning the lottery felt like.”

“Blay’s head whipped around to his mate. “Really? You asked my dad?” Qhuinn nodded, then started to smile like a mother fucker. “It’s my one and only shot. So I wanted to follow protocol.”

“Man, it was a good thing he fought like a nasty bastard or he might have been taken for a nancy.”

“To be denied was like getting shut out of a Public Park.”

“But then, gifts are like beauty, are
they not. It is in the eye of the recipient that they find their seat, not in the hand of the giver.”

“I’m not strong enough for this,” he whispered in her ear—like he didn’t want anyone to hear that coming out of his mouth. Ever. Running her hands up his powerful back, she held him just as hard. “But I am.”

“I have peanut M&M's up there."
"Not my style"
"Raisinets."
"Feh."
"Sam Adams."
Thor narrowed his eyes. "Cold?"
"Downright icy."
Thor crossed his arms over his chest and told him self he was not pouting like a five-year-old. "I want Milk Duds.”