Partners-in-Crime. [christian/orlando]

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Humming along to the radio, Christian scrubbed away at the pan, suds flying. The music changed to something . . . boppy and he grinned and did a stupid little dance, stupid because the water splashed up out of the sink and over his bare foot. "Bugger! Sod! Ow!"
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Harry, Christian, Shannon, and Willow. And They Call it Puppy Love

Takes place fairly soon after Orlando and Christian meet up.]

Harry strolled outside into the gardens of Palace Proper, blinking in the bright sunlight, kitten tucked into his sweatshirt pocket, and a book in his hand. It was just too nice to stay inside any longer, but he wasn't about to start working again, even if Orlando was off checking into what the state of his office was after as long as he'd been away. And he wasn't going to leave Willow penned up all alone either, but he figured that there was only so much trouble she could get into out here. After all -- she was still pretty slow.

( Harry settled himself down against a tree, placing Willow on the ground and watching her pad across the grass, picking up his book and starting from where he'd left off, his eyes darting up every few moments to check on her. )