July WIP Challenge: Day Nine Check In

[lexicalcrow]

It's day nine, fellow writers, and the weekend is half over. Has your Saturday been as busy as mine? Did you manage to get more than a dismal paragraph written?

Today, I have done:
- Writing
- Editing
- Sent fic to beta
- Post
- Planning and/or research
- Procrastinate
- Something else I will describe in comments.

Today it's time for a general fic chat post: How's the WIP progressing? Are you looking for a beta? Want to post a snippet of your WIP? Have other fic-related things you want to chat about? Are you getting what you need out of the community to help you with your writing? Tell us about your progress.

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[jagnikjen]

fandom: JAG

The drive to the VOQ at Bolling Air Force Base was comfortable and Teresa finally told Harm about her conference topic.

He parked the car and came around and opened her door for her.

“You know, you’re the only one who does that for me,” she said, taking his hand as he helped her out.

“I’m glad,” he replied softly. He opted to not let go of her hand this time, and she allowed him to keep a hold of it as they walked into the building.

“You don’t have to do this either you know,” she said, gently body-nudging him.

“My mama raised me right, and if she found out I didn’t walk a lady to her door, she’d tan my hide.”

Teresa chuckled and pressed the up button for the elevator. A moment later, the indicator bell dinged and the doors swished open.

Harm followed her inside. She pressed the button for the third floor and the doors swished closed again. She leaned against one wall, while he leaned against the opposite wall.

“I had a really nice time today,” Teresa said. “Thanks for spending the day with me.”

“It was my pleasure.”

The elevator bumped to a stop, and the doors slid open again.

They exited and Teresa led the way to her room.

“Well, this is where I turn into a pump—”

Harm slid an arm across her shoulder and covered her mouth with his. He feathered his lips across hers and took advantage of her still open mouth. He slipped his tongue inside and caressed hers lightly.

Teresa leaned into him, sighing into his mouth, and responding to his kiss for a short time. She ended the kiss delicately and looked up him. “Harm, I—”

He put a finger to her mouth. “I know you probably didn’t want me to do that, but I’ve been wanting to since dinner.

“And it has nothing to do with Mac and everything to do with you.”