It’s certainly not perfect. They have more than a few unique issues to sort through courtesy of the warehouse and all the weird and wonderful things it makes possible. And after that, still more regular, everyday concerns.
But on the whole it works.
Because I am determined to live and write in a post-S3 semi-utopia apparently. I do not even know what this is. It’s like, cutesy relationship fic, that is 60% sex by word count. Basically, Myka and H.G. contend with the past. In bed. Warning for erotic asphyxiation. What is my life?
