caitycaitycaity's fanfic/icon journal

fringe icons

2008-10-16T00:59:32Z

it's been a while, and i'm out of practice so these aren't great -- but do i ever like fringe.

Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles

2008-02-14T21:02:13Z

i'm totally digging the john/cameron thing. it has such a trip/t'pol feel to it.

also, the recurring viola theme (or electric viola?) in the first episode sounds soooo much like mark snow's millennium theme which i always adored.

anyway, here are a few icons:

I miss Threshold.

2008-01-22T14:31:41Z

Cavennaugh sat bolt upright in bed. He was sweating. Shaking. He'd had another dream. It was terrifying. The alien landscape. The alien creatures lurking just out of his view. He could hear Molly screaming but he couldn't find her. He couldn't save her. It had all felt so real. So hopeless. So frightening.

Suddenly there was a knock at his door and he knew it was her. He knew they had just shared the same dream. And then he was grateful that they were in a shitty motel in some godforsaken small town. That tonight she was only one door away.

He didn't bother with a t-shirt. With sweatpants. He went straight to the door in his boxers. Somehow seeing her, touching her, was more urgent than the usual distance he tried to keep between them. Attraction was dangerous. Attraction clouded his judgement. His job was to keep her safe, not to fall for her. Not to let her fall for him.

He opened the door and for a moment time froze. They just stared at each other. She looked like she had been crying. She was standing there, tiny, barefoot in a little white tank top and soft grey yoga pants. Her arms across her chest, holding herself.

He lifted his hand to her cheek, brushing away a tear with his thumb and she was no longer frozen. She fell into him. Her arms went around his waist. She buried her face in his chest, against his heart. He wrapped one arm around her tightly and used the other to close and lock the door behind them.

"It was just a dream." He said as soothingly as he could. Though if he was being honest, he still hadn't shaken his own awful dread. He threaded his fingers through her soft hair.

"I couldn't find you Cavennaugh. I was running. I could hear you. I knew they were killing you but I just couldn't find you." She was crying in earnest now. She flattened her hands on his back and held him tighter.

"Molly." he said her name like a little prayer.

"It felt so real." She lifted her face from his chest and looked up at him.

"I know." he whispered and lowered his forehead to hers. "I know." he traced his fingers down her soft cheek. He kissed her forehead.

She closed her eyes and did her best to take a deep calming breath.

He turned her in his arms. He circled her waist with his hands. He pointed her towards the bed. "I just want to hold you tonight." He wanted to reassure her of his intentions.

They climbed into bed. He pulled the duvet up over her and wrapped himself around her from behind, spooning.

He brushed her hair gently off the back of her neck and pressed his lips to the soft skin he exposed. She snuggled in against him. She found one of his hands and threaded their fingers together.

"It was just a dream." He repeated.

He could feel her relaxing. Her breathing slowed. He felt his own tension fading. Having her in his arms felt so right. Her soft, warm little body fit perfectly against his. Somehow he always knew it would.

"Cavennaugh." Her voice was breathy. Soft.

She turned in his arms so they were face to face on the pillow. Their legs tangled. She let her fingers trail down his cheek. He couldn't stop himself from running his hand down her back, pressing her soft body more tightly against the length of his. She traced his lips gently with her thumb and he lost control. He was no longer the perfect soldier. He was only a man. And she was a beautiful woman. The beautiful woman he loved. And she was scared and in his arms and all he wanted to do was kiss her fear away.

She searched his eyes. They were so close that he could feel her soft breath against his skin. "Molly." He said softly and then closed the distance between them. It was electric, the connection between their lips. He had meant for the kiss to stay soft and gentle and slow but all of the emotion from the dream got the better of them. It quickly turned passionate and desperate. She whimpered against his mouth and he climbed on top of her. She let her hands trail down his muscular back. She was clinging to his strong arms. The kiss ended and they were both breathless.

"Cavennaugh." She wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting him to lay his weight down on top of her. "I don't want to crush you." He stole another kiss. "S'okay." She insisted. He slowly eased his weight off of his forearms. His head was cradled against her breasts. Oh god, he was in heaven. She held him. She kissed his hair line. He slipped his fingers under the hem of her tank top, massaging the warm skin of her flat stomach and then he realized she was crying again.

"Hey." He said softly, instantly changing his mood. "Hey." He climbed off of her and pulled her back into his arms, spooning again.

"Don't cry. Oh Molly, please don't cry anymore." He held her close.

"i just thought if we never acknowledged it... this thing between us... I'm so scared of losing you. I never sleep anymore. Every night. These awful dreams."

He lay his hand over her heart. He kissed her cheek. "I don't regret this." He promised her. He was quiet for a moment. He waited until her breathing matched his.

"Try to sleep. If you have a dream, you'll wake up in my arms."

Just one bones mini movie icon

2007-11-23T01:30:48Z

you guys just have to take what comes from me, however few and far between. it isn't often that the creativity strikes me. i'm too busy to watch much tv.

anyway here you go.

(i know i've been gone forever) here are four danny/lindsay mini movie icons.

2007-03-25T16:48:26Z

because danny was beyond sweet in sleight out of hand.

Just one Mulder/Scully Icon

2006-05-17T14:30:25Z

i should really do more of these. so many iconizable (i wish that was a word!) moments, so little time.

Just one Alex/Izzie Icon (well, actually two.)

2006-05-16T20:38:16Z

i know i haven't been around in ages.

here's one silly icon to tide you over.

<3

Two random icons...

2006-04-20T14:42:26Z

i know i'm bad at updating recently but here's two little presents.

because booth flew all the way down from dc which makes them "more than sorta":

because ryan was jealous of peter:

Just two Emily Deschanel/David Boreanaz Icons

2006-04-13T20:08:37Z

because they're even cute in real life.

Just two Emily Deschanel pics.

2006-04-11T16:36:42Z

she is soooooooo pretty. these are from the independent spirit awards.

10 Bones Icons!

2006-04-08T16:24:12Z

weee. can't ever get enough of these two.

threshold_cbs & other stuff.

2006-03-30T12:42:59Z

everyone join threshold_cbs!!!!!!!

me and paintedrainbows are the new mods and we're super excited! weeee. laney put up a sexy new layout yesterday <3

also: is it just me or is there no torrent up for last night's bones yet? i'm going nuts. i missed it because i was at work. poo!

Two More House Mini Movie Icons!

2006-03-29T17:53:30Z

because house held on just a little longer than he needed to.

House Mini Movie Icons!

2006-03-27T14:51:03Z

just two: (aww, steve mcqueen!)

More Prison Break Mini Movie Icons!

2006-03-26T16:31:07Z

this time from sleight of hand. aww, he made her smile!

Enterprise Mini Movie Icons!

2006-03-26T06:51:28Z

more trip/t'pol love. god they were so cute. it sucks enterprise is over. everything i like always gets cancelled.

Prison Break Mini Movie Icons!

2006-03-25T19:20:57Z

awww, michael and sara <3 that was such an awesome scene. wentworth miller is damn fine.

Bones Mini Movie Icons! (The Man in the Fallout Shelter, The Man in the Bear)

2006-03-24T19:12:01Z

weeeeeeeee! updated with 5 more!

Bones, CSI: Miami, and Enterprise Mini Movie Icons!

2006-03-22T01:53:58Z

had some spare time today and this happened. oops.

bones: so much ust! my brain just exploded. seriously though, does anyone actually have conversations with their coworkers like this? staring at each others' mouths? an inch from almost making out? you can't tell me they aren't madly in love.

enterprise: because i miss trip and t'pol.

csi: miami: because i'm really starting to dig the whole ryan/calleigh ship. they're cute. he's cute. someone needs to write a fic about calleigh getting upset about ryan freezing up when he should have shot that dude. i'm not sure her reaction was in character last night. it should have reminded her of speed. she should have been more worried. also: emily procter needs to lay off the plastic surgery. she was already beautiful. she's starting to look a bit... tight. i'm not, however, digging the whole horatio/marisol thing. she annoys me. and was horatio offering to give her babies? whatever. ryan/calleigh all the way. now that i've made you suffer through that whole long-winded paragraph, here's the pretty stuff. oh no wait, i lied, one more thing, was it wear purple night on csi: miami last night? or what? did they all phone eachother that morning to be like "okay, so wear your purple tie today because i'm going to wear my purple shirt." or is it an unspoken agreement that on whatever day of the week it was in their world that purple was a necessity? okay now i'm done.

Jealousy Chapter 4

2006-03-19T21:16:48Z

not much plot advancement here (read: none), so i'm sorry about that. this is gonna end up being a long story. i like writing it though, so there should be more soon. in any case, i couldn't leave them so upset, poor things, so this fixes it a bit.

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( Jealousy Chapter 1 )
( Jealousy Chapter 2 )
( Jealousy Chapter 3 )

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The line to board the plane was moving forward slowly. Molly was utterly confused. Cavennaugh was her friend. Her incredibly protective, sweet, good-looking friend who had just kissed her. And the kiss had definitely meant something. She had felt something. She hadn't felt nothing. She didn't know what to think. She felt worried sick. He was only pretending, to help her out. To get Mark to leave her alone. It didn't mean any more to him. She didn't want to have these feelings. She didn't want to risk losing him.

Cavennaugh wasn't faring much better. He was now certain that it was the stupidest idea he had ever had to suggest helping Molly out by pretending to be involved with her. He couldn't pretend. He want to be involved with her. The sparks he had felt from that short, gentle kiss were undeniable. The fact that he still had his arm wrapped around her and all he could focus on was the soft curve of her waist was driving him to distraction. He was terrified of crossing the line with her. He never wanted to hurt her or do anything to jeopardize their friendship. He just wanted to keep her safe. He wished he could take it back.

The line came to a stop next to a garbage can and Cavennaugh tossed his unfinished coffee. He knew his stomach couldn't take any more. Molly was staring straight ahead. "You want to get rid of your coffee?" He asked. His voice didn't sound like his own. "What? Oh. Yeah." She said, blushing a slightly. He took it from her and threw it out. She looked away again. He felt like he'd had the wind knocked out of him.

Their turn at the front of the line came and soon after presenting their boarding passes they were walking down the hallway to board the plane. Cavennaugh let his arm drop from her waist then. Mark was behind them in line. He couldn't see them anymore, so they didn't have to keep up their cover. Cavennaugh also needed to think, which was something he couldn't possibly do clearly when they were touching.

When they got to their seats Cavennaugh let Molly in first. He put his shoulder bag in the overhead compartment. She put her purse and her laptop under her seat. She stared out the window. He sat down, reclined his seat and turned toward her. He wanted to reach out to her. He wanted to say her name. He wanted to make sure she was okay. But he was frozen.

Molly was beyond exhausted. All she wanted to do was go home and hug Monster and fall asleep, hopefully the dreamless kind. She didn't want to go chasing infectees for the second time that day. She didn't want to deal with Mark. She didn't want to sit next to Cavennaugh anymore. She needed space to think. She let her shoulders slump and sighed.

"Molly?" Cavennaugh said softly. He put his hand on her arm. No no no. I can't think when you do that. She felt her eyes filling up with tears. She didn't want him to see. Her breath hitched slightly. Why did he have to be so gentle?

"Molly." He said even more quietly and closed his fingers around her wrist. He tugged gently, hoping to get her to face him but she turned even more sharply away.

Cavennaugh didn't know if he should back off or not. He was in uncharted territory. He could tell she was upset. He felt like it was his fault, but he didn't understand exactly why. He wasn't very good at talking about things. He held on to her wrist and thought for a moment, trying to sort out what to do. She wasn't pulling her arm away. He shifted his grip to her hand and slowly laced his fingers through hers. She held on tightly. He took this as a sign that at the very least she didn't hate him. He hoped it made up for him not being able to find the right words. "Molly?" He tried again.

"I'm just... really tired." She said shakily, trying to force her emotions under control.

"It's been a long day." He agreed, in a low voice.

The pilot came on overhead to tell them that they were about to start their taxi down the runway and they were next in line to take off. The seat belt light came on and Cavennaugh let go of Molly's hand even though he didn't want to. They strapped in. She surprised him by reaching for his hand again, but he held on. He stared down at their intertwined fingers and she continued her silent stare out the window as the plane lifted into the air.

When the seat belt light went off again Molly let go of his hand and he instantly missed the contact. They both unfastened their seat belts. Molly was still watching the world fall away from them. Cavennaugh felt desperate to make things right.

He gathered his courage and raised the arm rest between them. She almost turned around in surprise at the sudden loss of support behind her but she caught herself and looked back out the window. It had been long enough for him to see how wet her eyes were though. He pulled her back against him, wrapping his arms around her in a gentle hug. Molly couldn't stop a few tears from escaping. She tensed for a moment, but then covered his hands with her own. They were essentially alone even though they were in a crowded airplane, shielded by the seats in front of them. She let herself give in to the sweet moment. His warmth blanketed her back.

"Molly I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I upset you. I don't know how to fix this." She didn't know what to say. She couldn't tell him she was confused about her feelings for him. She stayed quiet even though she wished there was some way for her to reassure him. She lowered her head to his shoulder and was glad of the fact that he couldn't see her face. She was sure her expression was totally transparent.

"Why don't you try to sleep?" He offered. He wrapped his arms around her more securely. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and then closed her hands over his strong arms. "Yeah." She said quietly, still staring out the window. He felt her finally relax. He leaned his cheek against the back of her head.

Cavennaugh's heart was heavy. On the one hand, Molly was safe. She was in his arms. On the other, he was sure he had just made her cry and he didn't fully understand why. And they were on their way to hunt more alien infectees. And Mark hadn't necessarily backed off yet. And he was almost certain that he was in love with her and that he had no right to destroy their friendship by risking everything like this. He knew he was playing with fire, holding her so close.

"I meant it," She said in a small voice, interrupting his destructive train of thought. "when I said I didn't know what I would do without you."

"I need you too Molly." He whispered.

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well there you go for now. too out of character? was it okay?

more molly/cavennaugh icons than anyone could EVER want

2006-03-17T04:11:04Z

that's right, there were only ever 13 episodes of threshold, and now for your viewing pleasure, i bring you ALL of the cuteness in its tiny 100x100 glory.

teaser:

** If you want a specific cap, tell me which icon and i'll get you the raw frame!

101 - trees made of glass (1)

102 - trees made of glass (2)

103 - blood of the children

104 - the burning

105 - shock

106 - pulse

107 - the order

108 - revelations

109 - progeny

110 - the crossing

111 - outbreak aka escalation

112 - vigilante

113 - alienville

dance scene icons - because seeley booth is a giant dork

2006-03-16T19:23:36Z

i can't get that song out of my head. it's been on repeat on my ipod all day.

because it was the sweetest thing ever

2006-03-16T17:33:56Z

i can't stop squeeing. seriously. it's really interfering with my life. i can't get anything done.

mini movies:

caps:

(photoshopped for green-ness -- i like green! and to get rid of the fox logo)

Jealousy Chapter 3

2006-03-14T15:45:39Z

( Jealousy Chapter 1 )
( Jealousy Chapter 2 )

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Cavennaugh explained to Molly that the data miners had found reports of strange activity in a Boston suburb. Some teenagers had been in a fight at a local basketball court and one boy had been killed. The media was claiming it was gang related. It was less than 20 minutes away from where one of the missing crewmen had family, specifically a teenage brother. He had directed the agents he had stationed in Boston to check it out and they were expected to get back to him within the hour.

"I have to show you a photo the local police took at the crime scene Molly."

He moved to her computer and opened the file. Molly was stunned silent.

"Is your suitcase from this morning still in the SUV?" He asked.

"Yeah." She said distractedly, still trying to comprehend the image on her screen. "I wouldn't mind bringing the change of clothes I keep in the overnight bag in my car though."

"Give me your keys. I'll go get the suitcases and your bag. Grab everything you need from your office. We'll be heading to the airport right after Baylock's briefing."

Molly reached into her top desk drawer and produced her car keys. "Thanks." She said quietly.

"Meet you in the conference room in 10 minutes." And he left her alone in her office.

Molly packed up her laptop and made sure she had her cell phone charger in her purse. She unlocked her bottom desk drawer and pulled out her gun. She hoped she wouldn't need to use it. Taking her jacket off the back of her chair and putting it on, she looked over her office one last time, hoping she hadn't forgotten anything. She closed the door behind her and started down the hall toward the conference room.

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"Thanks." Baylock said as he closed his cell phone. He looked up at Molly as she entered the conference room.

"I have the red team booked on the first direct flight to Boston. You leave in an hour."

Fenway, Ramsey and Lucas were already sitting at the big round table. Molly put her purse and the laptop down on a chair and walked over to Baylock.

"This doesn't look good Molly."

"Have we located the crewman's brother yet?"

"No. We're sending you, Mark and Cavennaugh in as Homeland Security. We're telling the local police that this gang has international ties. Fenway is going to autopsy the dead boy. Lucas and Ramsey are going to check out the scene. If our missing crewman is infecting a teenage gang, containment is going to be a nightmare."

Mark arrived then. "My first day and already we're heading out into the field." He joked and smiled obnoxiously.

"We'll need you to figure out the way and the rate at which the infectees are spreading the signal." Molly addressed him. She felt like he was looking right through her. She looked away under the intensity of his stare.

"Hopefully that will help us find the best way to contain the population." Baylock added.

"Is everyone packed?" Molly asked her team. The men all indicated that they were.

"We better be staying in a nicer hotel than last time." Fenway complained. "I second that. And I want a cooler car too." Ramsey added. Baylock rolled his eyes.

Cavennaugh arrived with his and Molly's luggage and stood at the top of the stairs.

"My agents just checked in. They've caught and detained the crewman's brother. He's infected."

"Then it's time to head out." She replied and picked up her purse and laptop once again. She could feel Mark's eyes on her and rushed up the stairs to Cavennaugh's side. "Thanks." She said softly. "It's okay. I got it." He replied when she reached for her luggage.

"I've emailed all of you the relevant files. You can read through them on the way." Lucas informed everyone once they were on the elevator. "Thanks Lucas." Molly smiled.

When they got downstairs to the parking garage where agents were waiting in black, unmarked cars to drive them to the airport, Molly told Cavennaugh she wanted to put her overnight bag inside her suitcase before he put them in the trunk. She bent down to unzip her suitcase and Cavennaugh noticed the way Mark was hovering.

"Dr. Andrews!" Lucas called from the back of the second car. "I'd really love to discuss your prediction models on the way to the airport! I was looking over some of your work earlier this afternoon. Fascinating!"

Cavennaugh silently thanked Lucas. Mark had no option but to ride in the other car. Molly finished combining her luggage. Cavennaugh loaded their things into the trunk and soon they were speeding toward the airport.

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"What a view." Mark said suggestively.

Ramsey looked up at him and then followed his gaze.

Molly was at the desk checking in for their flight to Boston. Currently, she was bending over, reaching for something out of her suitcase.

Ramsey didn't really know what to say. Of course he thought Molly was attractive, but the bottom line was he respected her. And he didn't know this Mark character at all yet beyond his academic reputation, so he found the comment rather off-putting.

"Mmm." Mark said as she stood up again. "I would have signed up for this Threshold thing sooner if I knew it meant spending every day around her."

Ramsey had no response so he just stayed quiet. Molly finished checking in and moved aside. Fenway was next. Ramsey watched Mark's attention follow Molly. "Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer." He said sarcastically. Mark ignored him and watched her sit down on a bench.

Cavennaugh sat down next to Molly and handed her a coffee. She smiled up at him appreciatively. He leaned in and said something quiet into her ear that made her laugh and she smacked him in the arm affectionately.

"What's the deal with those two?" Ramsey realized Mark was addressing him.

He shrugged. He really didn't feel like talking to Mark.

"She's too smart for someone like him."

"I don't know about that, but she's certainly too classy for an arrogant jerk like you." Mark laughed and ignored Ramsey from then on. Ramsey felt relieved.

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Molly sipped her coffee and looked up at Cavennaugh out of the corner of her eye.

"So, uh... I kind of asked the check in girl to put our seats together." She admitted.

For a moment he contemplated teasing her about not wanting to sit with her but the troubled look on her face stopped him. His forehead creased as he tried to figure out what she really meant.

She looked down. "You said if I needed your help..."

Then it dawned on him. He looked up and sure enough, Mark was staring at her. He felt a now familiar annoyance take hold.

"Okay, but I get the aisle seat! I need the leg room more than you." He teased, moving closer to her.

"I suppose it's only fair." She agreed, thankful that he wasn't making a big deal about it.

They were quiet for a moment.

"Cavennaugh?" She said softly.

"Yeah?"

She paused. She wasn't sure she could ask him the question that was on her mind.

"Thanks." She chickened out.

He didn't know what to say so instead he ran a soothing hand down her back. She closed her eyes and he wondered if she really was okay.

They were quiet for a moment. "He really creeps me out." She admitted and looked up at him with wide green eyes.

Seeing how upset she was set Cavennaugh off. "Molly..." His tone was warning. "Did something happen?"

"No." She insisted. "But he ... he doesn't seem to understand that I'm not interested. You saw how it was when he was trying to ask me out for dinner. I'm not sure he's willing to take no for an answer."

Cavennaugh was about to suggest that he was willing to pound Mark's face in for Molly when Ramsey interrupted them.

"Hey, so I know part of your protocols is trying to get along with our fellow red team members, but I seriously can't stand Dr. Andrews."

Molly looked away frustratedly. Cavennaugh shook his head in agreement.

"You should have heard the crap he was saying to me in line. He certainly likes you Molly. Oh and by the way, if I were you I wouldn't bend over anymore today in that blouse." She rolled her eyes.

"He asked me if anything was going on between you two."

Cavennaugh snorted. Molly blushed and looked down.

"What did you tell him?" Cavennaugh asked.

Molly's head shot up.

Interesting, Ramsey thought. "I didn't commit either way. Should I have?" He teased.

Molly's mouth dropped open to protest but Cavennaugh spoke first.

"So you're saying he doesn't know there's nothing going on between us?"

Ramsey shook his head yes. "He did say you were too smart for someone like Cavennaugh though." Molly looked more angry than Ramsey had ever seen. Cavennaugh wasn't perturbed though. He looked amused, if anything.

An announcement came on overhead that boarding had begun for the flight to Boston.

"I'm gonna go use the facilities one more time before take off." Ramsey wandered off.

"Come on." Cavennaugh said, and squeezed Molly's shoulder calmingly. "Lets go line up."

They stood up and joined the passengers who were already waiting to board. She wouldn't look him in the eye.

Cavennaugh looked back to locate Mark. He was currently annoying Fenway, judging by the look on the doctor's face. At least he wasn't mentally undressing Molly at the moment. Cavennaugh was beyond frustrated. His instincts told him to kick Mark's ass. Teach him some respect. He had never been able to stand men like him or the way they treated women. But his heart told him that Molly needed him to stay calm. He promised himself that he'd stay with her whenever he could. The less she was alone, the less Mark could harass her.

Cavennaugh was thinking about allowing Mark to believe something was going on between him and Molly. That way he might be less inclined to pursue her. Trouble was, he'd have to convince Molly to pretend as well. And Cavennaugh wasn't sure how much of it would feel pretend to him.

"Molly?" He leaned toward her and spoke in a low voice.

She looked up at him and before he could say any more she said "Cavennaugh, you know I've never once thought you weren't smart just because you didn't have a PhD. You're brilliant at what you do. I don't know what I would do without you."

"Molly." He wrapped his arm around her waist and looked down into her eyes. "It's okay. Mark's an ass. I know you don't think I'm an idiot."

She looked sad and he couldn't stand it.

"It's okay." He promised. "Okay." She said softly.

"Molly I know what might make Mark back off a bit without you having to confront him directly, but I'm not sure how you're going to feel about it." He paused and tried to read her expression.

"If Mark thought you were already involved with someone he might give up." She looked confused. "But I'm not involved with anyone right now..." He watched her come to realize what he had really meant. "Oh." She said softly.

He pulled her around in front of him so that she could see behind them. "Is he watching?" She tore her eyes away from his for a split second and verified that yes, in fact, Mark was staring at her. "As always." She whispered.

"You wanna do this?" He had to make sure. He never wanted to hurt her. She bit her lip. "Okay."

He leaned closer so they were resting forehead to forehead. "You trust me Molly?" He traced her jaw gently with his finger tips.

"Yes." She didn't hesitate. And then he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers for the second time. It was a short kiss. A gentle one. Just meant to send a clear message to Mark -- that Molly was not available. But it left both of them reeling. It brought back all of the feelings from Allenville. All of the thrill and uncertainty. Molly's eyes were still closed. She could feel herself shaking. Cavennaugh could feel his heart racing. He kissed her forehead softly and then pulled her around to his side again, keeping his arm wrapped around her waist.

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Mark was fuming. He'd been watching Molly and Cavennaugh interact since they'd left the conference room. How could a stupid ex marine thug like Cavennaugh interest a genius like Molly? She'd kissed him. Mark was disgusted. He'd have to show her how much better he was for her. He would get what he wanted in the end. His whole life, he had always been the best. He had always won. This would be no different.

i'm so heartbroken threshold is over

2006-03-06T07:37:37Z

so i made some molly & cavennaugh <3 mini movie icons to cheer myself up. their body language is so cute. why oh why do they cancel the good shows and crap like ghost whisperer is still going strong?

ps thanks to qfemale for putting me on to gif movie gear without which these would not have been possible <3

+ 2 bones mini movie icons