"desirable": In 500 words (or 100 words if you prefer), tell what happens when something is desirable

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Will

My heart pounded when I saw Dylan in her sleep shirt and socks, her hair messy, and her face pre-coffee grumpy. I watched her through slitted eyes, pretending to sleep, head from her bedroom to the bathroom. Truly, I loved that woman with all my heart. The only problem was I hadn't realized how much I cared for her until after I'd fucked it up. I knew begging her to come back would be pointless. My only recourse was to make myself desirable, and I was trying, but, damnit, I couldn't seem to control my outgoing nature. I knew it irked her when I flirted with women. Why can't I stop that? My mother would have insisted it was because I didn't really want to stop. I scowled. Maybe she was right. How annoying.

I groaned as I stretched, trying to ignore the obvious morning complications of thinking about Dylan. I attempted to adjust myself before I threw off the covers and headed to the kitchen to make us some coffee. She'd be less cranky with some caffeine in her. Maybe some pancakes, too.

I started cooking and had a stack of fluffy goodness piled high when I heard the shower shut off. I knocked on the bathroom door. "Hey, breakfast is almost ready. Hurry up and come and eat."

The door cracked open, and she peered out, one towel wrapped around her hair and another around her body. "You cooked?"

I smiled. "Yep! Pancakes. Hope you're hungry." The door shut in my face, and I chuckled. I knew she couldn't resist my cooking, so she was hurrying to finish.

I set the plate of pancakes on the table as she entered the kitchen. I flashed back to the times when we did this on a regular basis, and my heart ached. I hoped that my plan of protecting her from her father would be the start of a way back into her life. Of course, she didn't need to know that he'd only found her because of me.

It hadn't been on purpose. I'd simply reported in, thinking that they'd been watching me and knew what I'd been up to. Thus, I thought they knew that I was with her. That hadn't been the case; someone had slipped up and had taken me off the watch list. I could have gotten her to safety much sooner if I'd known.

So, here we were in Inverness in 1984. I had no idea why my ability chose this place and time when I reached out for somewhere, anywhere safe to go. But I trusted it. We'd be okay here if we didn't rock the boat too much.

Dylan padded into the kitchen and sat at the table, surveying the spread. "This looks... really good. Thanks."

I could hear the suspicion in her voice. I wondered how much I'd have to do to make her trust me again. Probably a hell of a lot. I was a dick.

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Author's Discussion: Do you think that Will can win Dylan back?

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