"Hee" to Harry's being called a beanpole by Murphy. ^_^
There are so many things about this that are so delightfully cute! You have the Harry/Murphy banter spot-on, what with Harry's constant (polite) indignance always shinging through and Murphy's tough-girl-with-a-warm-heart attitude equally well-written. Something I quite enjoy about your fics is that, even when they're not written to be musing about the past, they feel like remembering something...and fondly at that. As if, for a moment, nothing else matters but the memory...
I relly did like the contrast between Harry's old skates and his surprise that Murphy used "girl skates." Hehe. Poor Harry, can't afford new things. If the old stuff works--sure, doesn't matter if it's a ten years old pair of skates--then there's no need to be replacing it. Gotta' love that aspect of his personality. He treasures the old stuff and doesn't even stop to consider that something newer would be better. *grins*
Another contrast between the two characters here that I love is how, while Murphy skates with "a catlike grace," Harry is just surprised when he stays upright. I completely was expecting him to fall over when he turned to watch Murphy skate, but alas. No dice. His ability to skate stuck with him. *amused smirk*
"Oh, I didn't see that," I called to her, as she chased after it. "Was that one for me? I couldn't see."
Hee. Why, Harry, so taunting! And yet your words are so innocent. You deceptionate man, you! I see your years with Bob!snark are still having a profound effect on you.
And then Harry's using a technicality to defend his use of magic and Murphy's responding by knocking him over was priceless, and the clever wording of, "I fell to my knees and spun a few times." left me giggling hysterically. What an amusing image that presents. Poor Harry, spinning around on his knees across a patch of ice. I can just see the bewildered, somewhat dizzy expression on his face as he flies about. *bg*
"You're such a baby!" she taunted. "Can't stand to be beaten by a girl."
I skated backwards again. "You're not a girl, Murphy. You're a cop."
"Give me back my stick, so I can beat you with it."
"That's not a very persuasive argument."
Oh, absolutely delicious Harry/Murphy! Sounds just like them. Truly a wonderful thing to be picturing alongside the image of Harry skittering away, both hockey sticks held above his head in a mocking way that half-way gives away his fear of her punishment for what he is doing. Heeee. He wants to ruffle her feathers, but at the same time is afraid of what will happen to him for doing it. I love that.
"I would like you remind you that you have blades dangerously close to parts of my body I'd like to keep," I told her.
"Hold still and you can keep them," she replied.
Eeee. More love. ^___^
She pulled back before I would have liked and my head followed her, attempting to catch her again.
"Surrender?" she asked, silkily.
"Mmmhmm," was all I said.
"Good."
She bent down and kissed me again. This time I put my hand behind her head to make sure she wasn't going anywhere.
*happy squeak* "wasn't going anywhere." I must say that I have scarsely ever been a fan of shippings in any of the shows/movies/books/etcetera that I have ever gone through great obsessions for, but with you, I am not only willing to read ship, I look forward to reading ship. You have such a sweet, wonderful, clean way of putting the story out there, and I just love it. You may not realize this, but I think you may be the sole reason I started to like the show's turning Harry and Murphy's attentions to each other. And thank you for that. I quite like them together now, and it's quite nice to apply that to the episodes of the show that are available to view.
Others have said that the winning point to the end of this fic is Harry's thought that Murphy still owes him twenty bucks, but for me it's this line: "The memory is nearly five years old now, but it still makes me smile."
Yeee. Happy nostalgia. It gets me nearly every time. ^__^
A brilliantly written memory fic. I feel content and happy now. Very nice. Thank you for writing it. =)
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There are so many things about this that are so delightfully cute! You have the Harry/Murphy banter spot-on, what with Harry's constant (polite) indignance always shinging through and Murphy's tough-girl-with-a-warm-heart attitude equally well-written. Something I quite enjoy about your fics is that, even when they're not written to be musing about the past, they feel like remembering something...and fondly at that. As if, for a moment, nothing else matters but the memory...
I relly did like the contrast between Harry's old skates and his surprise that Murphy used "girl skates." Hehe. Poor Harry, can't afford new things. If the old stuff works--sure, doesn't matter if it's a ten years old pair of skates--then there's no need to be replacing it. Gotta' love that aspect of his personality. He treasures the old stuff and doesn't even stop to consider that something newer would be better. *grins*
Another contrast between the two characters here that I love is how, while Murphy skates with "a catlike grace," Harry is just surprised when he stays upright. I completely was expecting him to fall over when he turned to watch Murphy skate, but alas. No dice. His ability to skate stuck with him. *amused smirk*
"Oh, I didn't see that," I called to her, as she chased after it. "Was that one for me? I couldn't see."
Hee. Why, Harry, so taunting! And yet your words are so innocent. You deceptionate man, you! I see your years with Bob!snark are still having a profound effect on you.
And then Harry's using a technicality to defend his use of magic and Murphy's responding by knocking him over was priceless, and the clever wording of, "I fell to my knees and spun a few times." left me giggling hysterically. What an amusing image that presents. Poor Harry, spinning around on his knees across a patch of ice. I can just see the bewildered, somewhat dizzy expression on his face as he flies about. *bg*
"You're such a baby!" she taunted. "Can't stand to be beaten by a girl."
I skated backwards again. "You're not a girl, Murphy. You're a cop."
"Give me back my stick, so I can beat you with it."
"That's not a very persuasive argument."
Oh, absolutely delicious Harry/Murphy! Sounds just like them. Truly a wonderful thing to be picturing alongside the image of Harry skittering away, both hockey sticks held above his head in a mocking way that half-way gives away his fear of her punishment for what he is doing. Heeee. He wants to ruffle her feathers, but at the same time is afraid of what will happen to him for doing it. I love that.
"I would like you remind you that you have blades dangerously close to parts of my body I'd like to keep," I told her.
"Hold still and you can keep them," she replied.
Eeee. More love. ^___^
She pulled back before I would have liked and my head followed her, attempting to catch her again.
"Surrender?" she asked, silkily.
"Mmmhmm," was all I said.
"Good."
She bent down and kissed me again. This time I put my hand behind her head to make sure she wasn't going anywhere.
*happy squeak* "wasn't going anywhere." I must say that I have scarsely ever been a fan of shippings in any of the shows/movies/books/etcetera that I have ever gone through great obsessions for, but with you, I am not only willing to read ship, I look forward to reading ship. You have such a sweet, wonderful, clean way of putting the story out there, and I just love it. You may not realize this, but I think you may be the sole reason I started to like the show's turning Harry and Murphy's attentions to each other. And thank you for that. I quite like them together now, and it's quite nice to apply that to the episodes of the show that are available to view.
Others have said that the winning point to the end of this fic is Harry's thought that Murphy still owes him twenty bucks, but for me it's this line: "The memory is nearly five years old now, but it still makes me smile."
Yeee. Happy nostalgia. It gets me nearly every time. ^__^
A brilliantly written memory fic. I feel content and happy now. Very nice. Thank you for writing it. =)