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Title : D.I.V.O.R.C.E
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 12
Characters : Lester/Christine
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : May be divorce with you.
A/N : Written for
primeval_denial monthly het pairing for April requested by
knitekat and
fififolle from the above prompt by
isamazed
Dinner, James?
What part of decree absolute wasn’t clear, Christine?
No need to be uncivilised about it. I instructed my solicitor to leave your pensions alone.
And I instructed mine to make no mention of your multiple affairs.
8pm, The Ivy. My treat.
His ex-wife didn’t look even remotely surprised when he walked in at 8pm precisely.
The smile she gave him wouldn’t have looked out of place on a moray eel.
He smiled back with the same practised lack of sincerity that had characterised the latter years of their marriage and wondered why the hell he’d accepted her invitation.
Author : fredbassett
Fandom : Primeval
Rating : 12
Characters : Lester/Christine
Disclaimer : Not mine, no money made, don’t sue.
Spoilers : None
Summary : May be divorce with you.
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Dinner, James?
What part of decree absolute wasn’t clear, Christine?
No need to be uncivilised about it. I instructed my solicitor to leave your pensions alone.
And I instructed mine to make no mention of your multiple affairs.
8pm, The Ivy. My treat.
His ex-wife didn’t look even remotely surprised when he walked in at 8pm precisely.
The smile she gave him wouldn’t have looked out of place on a moray eel.
He smiled back with the same practised lack of sincerity that had characterised the latter years of their marriage and wondered why the hell he’d accepted her invitation.