Take off from the last episode in season two. Hardy decides to visit Miller. I know y'all ain't interested in kinky Broadchurch fic but whatever. If you're interested in my work you may PM me for my ao3.
It was though he'd never left
Hardy was sitting next to her on the beach, complaining about the bloody weather as he picked at the cod and chips and his side. She couldn't help but to smile as he ate. There was something oddly comforting about his bitter pessimism, something that made her feel secure.
It was like home, really, sitting there with him.
Her gaze drifted along the strands of his tousled brown hair as it moved with the wind. She admired the shape of his nose, his lips, the intensity of his eyes. He caught her staring and she quickly turned away.
The sun slipped below the horizon and dripping constellations rose from the ocean, drifting through the night sky. Miller got up from her feet, dusting the salt from her hands. "There's a place I want to show you," She said.
Hardy followed dutifully, walking at her side. He burned hot next to her, his breath forming great clouds of brume in the chilly air. She found herself drawn to him. Her shoulder sometimes brushed against his and her fingers just clipped his hand when he swung his arms.
She took him far away from the town to the highest part of the cliffs, where it was completely deserted and the lights of Broadchurch were as distant as the stars in the sky. When they look across the water, it was impossible to tell where the ocean ended and the sky begun.
k thats it since id probably get banned for sharing the rest ): pm for more of this good crap
It was though he'd never left
Hardy was sitting next to her on the beach, complaining about the bloody weather as he picked at the cod and chips and his side. She couldn't help but to smile as he ate. There was something oddly comforting about his bitter pessimism, something that made her feel secure.
It was like home, really, sitting there with him.
Her gaze drifted along the strands of his tousled brown hair as it moved with the wind. She admired the shape of his nose, his lips, the intensity of his eyes. He caught her staring and she quickly turned away.
The sun slipped below the horizon and dripping constellations rose from the ocean, drifting through the night sky. Miller got up from her feet, dusting the salt from her hands. "There's a place I want to show you," She said.
Hardy followed dutifully, walking at her side. He burned hot next to her, his breath forming great clouds of brume in the chilly air. She found herself drawn to him. Her shoulder sometimes brushed against his and her fingers just clipped his hand when he swung his arms.
She took him far away from the town to the highest part of the cliffs, where it was completely deserted and the lights of Broadchurch were as distant as the stars in the sky. When they look across the water, it was impossible to tell where the ocean ended and the sky begun.
k thats it since id probably get banned for sharing the rest ): pm for more of this good crap