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Happy smiling Preston-Logans are the very epitome of joy

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Drawn from the Valentine’s deleted scene, I wanted to capture just a smidgeon of their happiness here.

I want people to smile back at this sketch. If you do that, then I’ve been successful.

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This is a Riya appreciation post.  <3

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i’ll always protect you.

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deleted scene: 2.12 — The Miricle of Christmas, Part II

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Celebrating the Costumes of Timeless

Sketch 2 - The Capture of Benedict Arnold, 1780

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I love the colour coordinated elements here - how Wyatt’s olive green/ brown jacket echoes the brighter green of Lucy’s skirt and how her jade bodice is reflected in his darker teal breeches. And of course, that gorgeous deep raspberry/ burgundy cloak of Lucy’s finds its match in Rufus’s faded pink waistcoat/ vest

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Your heart always belonged to someone else.

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8?

Sorry this is so late!  Extra fluffy just like you like it! 

#8 “First Kiss”

She poses as Flynn’s wife more times that she can count, but there have been no kisses between them, not even a chaste one on the cheek or forehead.  She wants to kiss him though, and dreams of it more than she wants to admit.  Where is New Year’s Eve when you need it?  Oh right.  That was over a month ago, or so she thinks.  Time travel.

She thinks about making the first move a few times, only to chicken out.  The doubts swirl in her mind, and she manages to convince herself he would never reciprocate her feelings.  Still, she wants to know what his lips would feel like.  Maybe, just maybe, she can sneak one in on Valentine’s Day.

Since Rittenhouse ruins everything for her, of course the Mothership jumps that day.  As they enter the Lifeboat, Flynn makes a quip about Emma standing up her date with the devil just to torture them.  A match made in perfect hell.  

The mission is long and tiresome, and Lucy forgets about it being Valentine’s Day when they return to the bunker.  She showers and goes about her normal evening routine, which includes hanging out on that awful couch (at least until everyone else goes to bed).  

Once everyone does wander off to their own rooms, she grabs her vodka bottle and makes her way to Flynn’s room.  

Tapping lightly on the door, it doesn’t take him long to answer.  He smiles back at her, the corner of his mouth in a half-smirk.

She takes a seat on his bed and he sits in his chair.  Business as usual.  They chat, laugh and drink for a short while, before she stretches her arms out and winces.  

“What’s wrong Lucy?” 

“Just sore and tired.”

To her shock, he gets up from his chair and sits next to her on the bed.  He places his hands gently on her shoulders and begins to massage her achy muscles.  

“That feels really, really good.”

He continues his massage, moving down to her arms next.  She closes her eyes and relaxes into him.  Every bit of tension is escaping her body right now, and she is lost in the magic feeling of his hands.

She is floating amongst the clouds in no time flat, and she leans back and rests against him.  She hears his breathing become erratic, as their cheeks are almost flush.

“Better now?” he asks, as he places a kiss to the crown of her head.  

“Much,” she muses dreamily.

Her eyes are still shut and she sighs contently, as she pulls his arms around her.  He tightens his grip, then slides his one hand up her arm to her chin.  He tilts it upward and kisses her forehead with a feathery touch.  His lips linger slightly before he pulls away.  

She makes another audibly sigh, and turns her body towards his.  All she feels is comfort and warmth, and she wants to stay here forever.  His hand strokes her hair absentmindedly, and her hands press against his chest.  It is in that exact moment that she can actually feel his heart racing beneath her palm.

Opening her eyes, she gazes up at him.  He smiles down at her like she is a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.  His hand cups her face, and his thumb grazes over her lips.  She feels as if she’s in a trance, because the next thing she knows, his lips are on hers.

It takes her brain a second or two to register what is going on.  He’s kissing her!  Garcia Flynn is kissing her!  She finds it both impressive and annoying that he made the first move.  She always thought she would have to do it.

His lips are surprisingly soft and supple.  The kiss deepens and lingers, until they are both breathless.   

Staring back at him in shock once they part, he appears nervous to her.  The initial shock wears off of her face, and she curls her mouth up into a radiant smile.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Lucy.”

 She crashes her lips upon his one more time, and kisses him deeply.  She pulls back, her hands clinging to his cheeks, as she whispers, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Garcia.”

She could literally kick herself for not kissing him sooner, because she has never been kissed that way in her entire life.  Now that their first kiss is out of the way, she cannot wait for their second…and third…and fourth.

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Timeless | 2x12 Deleted Scene | Denise talks to Ben about helping 

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Timeless | 2x11 Deleted Scene | Lucy & Denise discuss Flynn and Rittenhouse

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LYATT and sharing looks in “The Miracle of Christmas Part 2″

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Lucy, hugging Flynn from behind: I love you.

Lucy: But if you ever drink my coffee again I will destroy you.

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Eleanor Rigby - The Beatles (for @tardisblue-teacups​)

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Thank god that you found me.

Origin of Love - MIKA for @belle-comme-une-poubelle