#Carrison fanfic

[chriska-partners-4-life]

Ahhh! Please write a fic about Carrie singing to Harrison if you have time

Hi, hello hi! I know this ask was sent like 27,000 years ago, and people are waiting for updates on my multi-chapter, but I was able to find some mojo, and needed an unrelated prompt. 

Harrison was standing in the doorway to the kitchen, smiling and quietly chuckling to himself at the sight in front of him. Carrie was singing and dancing around the kitchen, working on dinner. He loved hearing her sing, but she didn’t do nearly enough of it around him.

Early on she had told him about the night club shows with her mother starting at a young age, and how Debbie had wanted her to be a singer, but she rebelled in a very Carrie fashion.

Harrison listened as the song changed, and a new one came on. A duet. Harrison smiled as he slowly made his way over to Carrie. She began the female lead vocals as she washed off the vegetables that were going to go in the salad she had been preparing.

Harrison wrapped his arms around her waist, causing Carrie to jump slightly. The melody of the instrumental playing as he placed his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply before singing the male vocals.

Carrie leaned back into his chest as she listened to him sing. The two of them went back and forth singing their respective parts until the song came to an end. As the final chords rang through the kitchen, Carrie closed her eyes and savored the moment.

“Hey baby,” she greeted him before standing on her tiptoes and kissing him.

He pulled away just slightly and smiled. “Hello sweetheart,” he whispered. Harrison leaned back down and kissed her again. The only thing breaking them apart was the sound of the timer on the oven.

Harrison pulled dinner out of the oven while Carrie set the table. After the food was served, the two of them sat down at the table.

As they began to eat, they talked about their day. Harrison talked about how his ADR work was coming, and how excited he was to be finished with the movie. Carrie told Harrison about the newest developments in her book. Mainly the two of them just ate and enjoyed each other’s company.

After dinner was finished, leftovers were put away, and dishes were rinsed, the two of them made their way down the hall to their bedroom to begin their nightly routines.

After stripping down to his boxers, Harrison crawled into bed and watched as Carrie finished up.

“God you are beautiful,” Harrison breathed out, “and you have the voice of an angel when you sing.” He watched the pink crawl up Carrie’s cheeks, like the majority of the time he gave her a compliment.

“Stop it.” she said dismissively.

“Nope, it’s true.” He felt the bed dip as she got in. Harrison wrapped his arms around Carrie, pulling her into him. “Would you sing something for me?” he asked.

“Right now?” She quirked an eyebrow, not believing he was serious.

“Yeah, right now.” His face was expectant, and she knew there was no way of getting out of it.

Carrie sighed. “Any requests.” she asked begrudgingly.

“Whatever your heart wants to sing, my little song bird.” he playfully tapped her nose, and she glared.

She took a moment to think before landing on a song.

Harrison listened as Carrie sang the most beautiful song he had ever heard. While not every note was spot on, it didn’t matter because it was Carrie singing, and to him, whatever she sang sounded like magic.

When she finished, he leaned over so he was mere inches from her face. “Thank you,” he whispered, before closing the gap, kissing her.

The kiss broke apart, and they laid down. It wasn’t long before he realized she was asleep. He stared at her for another fleeting moment before closing his eyes, her song still running through his mind, lulling him to sleep.

[thatbitchinspace]

As You Leave Me

My first ever Carrison fanfic and my first RPF. Tell me if you like it, tell me if you don’t. Tell me if I should keep going with it.

I’m sorry if I offend anyone, that wasn’t and still isn’t my intention for this story. 

I don’t own the people, nor do I make money off this story.

Harrison woke in a sweat and sat up quickly. He looked over at his wife, who was sleeping soundly next to him.

He stood from his bed and walked over to the window. London was its most beautiful in the winter. He stared out at the trees, watching them dance in the wind for a few moments before deciding to go to the kitchen for some water.

Nobody knew how much he loved her. Sure, there was speculation, but in situations such as theirs, co-stars of the opposite sex, there usually are very intense fans with very intense conspiracies. Harrison knew, however, that no fan would ever know how much pain he had been in after the news of Carrie's death. In fact, he wholeheartedly believed that no person had ever felt pain to the degree of his losing her.

That's probably not true.

When Billie called him, informing him of her beloved mother's passing, it was heart wrenching. Soul crushing. Have you ever been so utterly upset to the point where your chest physically aches? You think that you're going to die because it hurts so bad. That's what a broken heart feels like.

“It wasn't supposed to be this way, Carrie. I was never supposed to know how it feels to live without you,” He whispered to the darkness.

“Oh, come on Harrison! The bottle landed on you. You aren't afraid of a kiss from a space princess, are you? I mean, I am YOUR princess after all,” Carrie said as she walked closer to him.

She reached out to touch his bicep, and he shivered at her touch.

The corner of his mouth curled up slightly at the memory. They were playing spin the bottle at Mark’s apartment. They were the only two still awake after a long night of heavy drinking. She really could hold her liquor.

“I’m not afraid to kiss you, princess. I’m afraid that once I start, I won't stop.”

Their eyes locked and in an instant Harrison had her firmly pressed up against the wall. The weight of his body against hers was the only thing keeping her in place. Their lips were just inches apart and their breaths were heavy and ragged. He leaned down to capture her lips when she started laughing.

“What’s so funny, Princess?” He asked, as a smile crept to his face.

She looked up at him with her chocolate eyes and gave him a cheeky smile.

“I was just thinking about what an ugly shade of green this wallpaper is. It looks...odd in this room. It’s kind of like, avocado skin, maybe. Oh yuck, that even sounds ugly.”

She chuckled again and closed her eyes, letting her head relax against the wall and giving Harrison full access to her neck.

“Every night with you, Harrison, was the best night of my life.” He heard her say.

He whipped around so fast that he knocked his water glass off the counter, sending it to the floor, shattering once it hit.

Standing there in front of him was a twenty year old Carrie. In the blink of an eye, she was gone.

“Fuck you, Carrie. I’m so angry with you! How could you do this to me? Of all the people in this Goddamned world, you are the one that left me!”

He felt the tears in his eyes, burning as he held them back.

“I always said that you were stupid for loving me, because I knew that I couldn’t be the man you needed or the man you deserved, but I have so many regrets. You weren't stupid for loving me, I was stupid for not saying it back. You have to have known how I felt about you. How I still feel about you. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you every day. I should have.”

“Do you love me, Harrison?” Carrie asked him, as they walked the london street.

The moon was like a spotlight on him, and he shivered at the thought of telling her the truth. He looked at her and felt a pain in his heart when she looked away from him.

“I’m married,” he answered quietly.

Carrie scoffed, “Like that means anything to you.’’

He grabbed her arm to bring her to a halt on the sidewalk in front of his apartment.

“I love your eyes. They remind me of my morning coffee.”

They stood on the sidewalk just staring at each other. The only spectators were the stars in the sky as Carrie stood on her tiptoes to press her lips to his.

“I love you, movie star,” she whisper to him before taking a step away from him, and disappearing into his apartment.

“I knew.” He heard from the living room.

He took a deep breath and walked to the sound of her voice. As he rounded the corner, he saw her there, sitting on his couch…-well, their couch, with her left leg crossed over her right one.

She flashed him a smile and patted the cushion next to her.

“We had some great times here, didn’t we, movie star? On this couch, in this room, and definitely in that bed that your wife is sleeping on right now.

He exhaled and sat next to her.

Was he imagining that she was there with him? Was she actually there? He didn’t care, honestly. He had so much to say to her, so much to apologize for.

She saw it on his face. The guilt, I mean.

“Don’t worry, movie star. I’ve got all night.”

[lajulie24]

Hello, bonjour. I need some good cute han/leia fanfics :D or even carrison. Rated anything you want idm ;)

Bonjour!Cute Han/Leia fics, huh? So many to choose from, and so many great authors out there. Some of these have a touch more angst than you might want in a “cute” fic, but they all end well. Also, this is nowhere near a comprehensive list (that would be impossible), but may have a few that you may have missed or not read in a while.

EpistolaryPleasures: Documents in the Life of Leia Organa and Han Solo by ladypeter(Rated M): This one’s been around for a bit, but it’s just brilliant.Post-ROTJ, Han and Leia are on separate missions and write encrypted messagesto each other. Lots of beautiful relationship stuff, some sexy stuff, and justHan and Leia respecting each other’s expertise and skills.

Legacies by @amilynh​ /amilyn (Rated G): Post-ROTJ, Leia catches Han watching holos of Bail Organa andhas an emotional response.

Deliriumby @madame-alexandra​ (Rated T): Kind of angsty, but ends happily. OnHoth, Han is struck with a sudden fever that kills in sleep, and Leia iscommitted to keeping him awake to save his life. People on base make of thatwhat they will.

Jooni and Doréby @otterandterrier (Rated T): A fun and adorable fic with fake dating, hijinks,and plenty of sexual tension. Han and Leia go undercover to recover a shipmentof medical supplies for the Alliance and to go on the worst date Leia’s everhad. Some plot and lines borrowed from Brooklyn Nine-Nine (and perfectlyadapted for the GFFA).

Badass Ladyand Some Smirking Idiot by @ashishorny / ashisfriendly (Rated E): A seriesof short Han/Leia fics of various kinds, some in the GFFA, some with Earth AUs(including Han/Leia as high school students, college students, etc). A good amountof sexytimes in here as well.

Thank you for the ask!

[ordinaryaz]

I /really/ get feelsy RPF vibes from these pics. First Carrison grandchild Fanfic anyone?

[fuckyeahleiaorgana]

I found an au carrison fanfic days ago in which Harrison was the professor and Carrie his student (it also has daddy kinks, don't know, something weird) and today I found a movie called "Carrie Pilby" and the professor of this Carrie is also named Harrison and he finds her attractive. I don't know, but it's like the fanfic came real and IT'S CREEPY

[ccorneliast]

do you have any more carrison fanfic recommendations? I read the ones you suggested before. It's been a while but I just find that reading fanfics is helping to deal with all of this. (sorry if that sounded strange, English isn't my first language)

Well yes, of course I do. And don’t worry about it, english isn’t my first language either lol I’m also not going to recommend the ones I recommended the last time because of obvious reasons. I’ll also link my carrison fanfiction here, if you want to check it out. 

The Princess Strikes Back (by @thecarrisonfiles) it’s so flirty and lovely please read it.

Desire & Resentment (by @baseballcutter) y’all i love this sO MUCH READ IT YOU WON’T REGRET IT I PROMISE IT’S RLLY GOOD and i love vivian lol

Somehow You’re Sitting Here (by @friskynotebook) i just love carrie comforting harrison kay 

My Heart, My Love, My Husband? (by @hewouldve) it’s sad but so good !!

That God Damn Beard (by @hanorganaas) this is so funny and charming and uplifting (!!!)

[friskynotebook]

'Cause All That You Are is All That I'll Ever Need: A Carrison Fanfic

So. I was planning on doing a mini-writing spree inspired by Carrie Fisher’s The Princess Diarist (and I’ll still be writing all of them, don’t worry), but life got in the way, and it ended up taking me almost two months to write this.

I was actually planning on finishing this before Christmas, but with Carrie’s and Debbie’s deaths, my motivation just wasn’t there. But I’m not letting the plausible verse die, and don’t worry—Carrie and Debbie don’t die in this universe. They aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

The prompts for this fic were, “Happy 40th anniversary, sweetheart” and “He gives her the gold band with diamonds.”

It’s set in my plausible verse (duh), where Harrison and Carrie slowly fall in love after his divorce from Melissa. This takes place in May 2016, right after Carrie comes back from Cannes. There’s not much you need to know, but if it helps, they married in spring 2011 (exact date TBD). Also in this verse, the child Carrie miscarried in the 1980s was Harrison’s, and there is a passing mention of it in this fic.

The title for this fic comes from the Ed Sheeran song “Tenerife Sea,” off his album “x.” You can listen to it here.

Special thanks to @hewouldve for her excellent beta skills and @thecarrisonfiles and @titasjournal for their support. Shoutout to the Slack fam for the general handholding.

This is RPF, and I don’t mean to offend anyone with this story.

Finally, I own nothing. Nothing. You don’t want to see what number shows up in my bank account. If anyone wants money from me, I’ll help you look for it because ya girl needs to buy groceries.

Without further ado, on with the show!

Harrison climbed up the stairs, carrying a tray of saltines, ginger ale, and ginger tea. He sighed as he reached the top step. This is not how I thought we would spend our anniversary.

He was exhausted, but whatever he felt was nothing compared to what his wife must be feeling—she’d been awake for half the night throwing up whatever was in her stomach and then some. Every hour like clockwork, Carrie would rush to the bathroom and violently cough into the cool porcelain toilet—even if nothing came out, she dry-heaved until her body simply exhausted itself.

And every time she had to go, Harrison (and Gary) would run right after her, kneeling down on the cold tiles beside her, holding back her hair, rubbing her back in soothing strokes. When she’d stop, he’d carry her to the sink, sit her on the counter, and press a cold cloth to her forehead while he brushed her teeth. Then he’d carry her back to bed and hold her, Gary pressed between them, as she fell into a fitful, moan-filled sleep until the whole cycle started again.

Now, finally, she seemed to be on the mend. Earlier that morning, she’d thrown up for the last time—vile, bitter-tasting medicine—and quickly fell back asleep when he carried her back to their bed. She woke up a few hours later, woozy and lightheaded, and Harrison figured she was ready to try eating and drinking.

Harrison turned his body and gently nudged the door open, walking into their bedroom and placing the tray on Carrie’s nightstand.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmured, kneeling down beside the bed. “You ready to eat something?”

She turned her bleary-eyed gaze towards him, smiling softly. “Okay,” she replied.

He helped her into a sitting position and placed the tray on her lap. Before he moved to his side of the bed, he kissed her forehead. Her fever seems to be breaking.

Carrie nibbled on a cracker. “Thank you, baby,” she mumbled, absently petting Gary as he lay beside her.

“Of course, honey.” He crawled into the bed. “Have a little ginger ale,” he coaxed.

She finished her cracker and took a sip of ginger ale.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

She swallowed. “A little better. Tired. My head hurts.”

He ran his hand along her thigh. “If you can keep the crackers down, I’ll get you some aspirin,” he promised.

She gave him a small smile and reached for another cracker. “Okay,” she agreed.

Harrison watched her as she ate, ready to help her to the bathroom if her stomach protested the crackers.

Carrie caught his glance. “I’m fine, sweetheart. My stomach’s settling,” she reassured him.

He blushed, turning his gaze away. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I like it when you take care of me,” she confided, nibbling on the cracker.

“Good, because I don’t know what I’d do if you didn’t let me look after you,” he replied, a wry grin crossing his face.

She returned his smile. “You’d probably go crazy,” she chuckled lightly, finishing the cracker and reaching for a third.

He pressed his lips to her temple, gently stroking her skin while she chewed on the cracker.

“I’m sorry about this,” she murmured, swallowing her food.

“Sorry about what?” he questioned.

“Being sick, ruining our anniversary.” Carrie took a sip of ginger ale, not looking at her husband.

Harrison brought a long finger to her chin and turned her head to face him. “Sweetheart, you’re not ruining anything.”

“Neither one of us has slept and you’re exhausting yourself looking after me,” she rambled, her eyes wide.

“Baby, I like taking care of you,” he said softly, a small smile on his face. “If you weren’t sick, this would be the best anniversary we’ve ever had: me at your beck and call, you resting in bed all day.”

Her lips quirked upwards. “Still, I wish we could have done what we planned���walking around Larchmont Village and dinner at some hole in the wall Italian place . . .”

“We can do all that when you’re better,” he replied. “They’ll still be there when you don’t feel so awful.”

Carrie leaned forward and kissed his nose. “I love you.”

Harrison pressed his lips to her mouth. “I love you more,” he rumbled, pulling away. “I should get that aspirin for you.”

She squeezed his hand as he crawled out of bed. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” he smiled, escaping to their bathroom. He went to the medicine cabinet and quickly located the right bottle, frowning when he heard rustling from their bedroom.

“Carrie, are you alright?�� he asked, stepping back into the room to find his wife bending over her side of the bed.

She turned back around, hiding a box behind her back. “Yeah, I am, honey—just getting your present out.”

He crawled back into bed with the pills. “Sweetheart, we don’t have to do that today.”

Gary’s butt pressed against Harrison’s arm as he sniffed the box behind Carrie’s back. “I want to,” she insisted. “Let’s salvage the day somehow.”

“But I won’t have anything to give you when we do celebrate,” he returned.

“Then buy me something else,” she teased, her eyes sparkling.

He grinned, kissing her forehead. “You’re not letting this go, are you?”

She smirked, pulling Gary away from the box and settling him in her lap. “Nope.”

Harrison snorted. “If you insist.” He went to his underwear drawer and pulled out a small box, hiding it in his pajama bottoms pocket.

“Open mine first!” she insisted as he crawled back into bed.

He turned to her with a small smile. “Hand it over, Fisher,” he rumbled.

Carrie gave him a long, slim jewelry box with a red ribbon wrapped around it. “Happy anniversary, baby.”

He untied the ribbon and gasped as he lifted the lid. Two sterling silver dog tags caught the light, showing off the engraved messages. The first tag had “Carrie & Harrison 1976” written in cursive writing, but it was the second tag that brought tears to his eyes. He ran a long finger over the engraving—the first initials of their children in the order they were born, with “unborn child” written below.

“Carrie,” he choked out, his eyes shining brightly. “Carrie.”

“You like them?” she asked softly.

He shifted himself to face her, then carefully pulled her into his arms, kissing her softly. “Sweetheart, I couldn’t love them more if I tried.”

She smiled against his mouth. “I wasn’t sure what you’d think about the . . . kids one.”

His lips brushed her temple. “It’s perfect,” he whispered, tears slipping down his cheeks. “I’ll have them with me, always.”

Carrie pulled back, gingerly wiping his cheeks. “Good,” she breathed, unable to say more.

“Thank you so much,” he sniffled.

She moved forward to kiss the corner of his mouth. “You’re welcome.” She cleared her throat. “My turn?”

Harrison moved back to his side of the bed and slipped on the dog tags, taking a moment to run his thumb over the engravings. He reached into his pocket, pulling the box out and handing it to her.

Carrie sat up and grinned, practically bouncing in the bed as she opened the box. Gary climbed closer to her, sniffing what she had in her hand.

“Harrison,” she breathed. Inside the box was a rose gold band with diamonds encrusted in the Greek key design. She ran her finger lightly over the design, almost as if she was afraid to damage it. “Honey, this is gorgeous.”

“Take it out,” he encouraged, stroking her thigh.

She turned to him and raised an eyebrow, removing the ring from the box. Inspecting it in the light, she saw the engraving, her breath catching in her throat.

“What does it say?” he rumbled, nervous for her reaction.

“Carrison,” she choked, tears springing to her eyes. “You engraved it with Carrison.”

“It’s the right one, right?” he asked. “I wrote it down when you showed me the final draft of your book, but I wasn’t sure—”

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, cutting him off. “It’s perfect,” she whispered, repeating his words from earlier. “I’ll wear it every day.”

“You don’t have to . . .”

“I want to,” she insisted, placing it on her right hand ring finger.

He cupped her cheek and kissed her again. “I love you so much.”

“I’ll always love you more,” she teased, smiling. “And I’m always right.”

He barked out a laugh. “Yes, you are.”

She pulled them both back against the bed, pushing aside the boxes as they rested in each other’s arms, her head against his chest. “Thank you, baby.”

“You’re welcome,” he rumbled as Gary flopped on his legs.

“Not just for the ring,” Carrie clarified. “For the past forty years.”

He squirmed a little. “I’m sure they weren’t all that great for you. I could have treated you better.”

“Stop that,” she gently insisted. “You always did the best you could—and you never intentionally hurt me or anyone else.”

Harrison knew they’d been over this countless times before, but it weighed on him with their anniversary. “I wish you never had to hurt at all.”

“Shut up,” she growled playfully. “I don’t regret any of it. I wouldn’t trade these forty years for the world.”

He smiled softly, reassured for the time being.

“Well,” she hedged, “if you really want to make things up to me . . .”

Harrison raised an eyebrow. “Hmm?”

“We could watch some of the Real Housewives,” she grinned.

He chuckled and reached for the remote. “Sure, sweetheart.”

She turned on the TV. “Smart man.”

He snorted. “If Mama’s not happy, nobody’s happy.”

[purple-roses-words-and-love]

I was wondering if you could write a Carrison Fanfic, where Harrison is the real father of Billie. But they try to hide it from the media, by saying Bryan is. I'd also love a happy little family dynamic between Carrie/Billie/Harrison.

[chriska-partners-4-life]

Cuddles and Beautiful

Pairing: Carrison

Carrie and Harrison were laying in there bed, Carrie laying on top of Harrison, listening to his heartbeat as his slept. She had only woken up about 10 minutes ago, and she couldn’t resist the opportunity to just curl up with him.

Harrison shifted slightly, wrapping his arms around her. Carrie glanced up seeing his eyes blinking open before he tightened his grip on her.

“Morning Cuddles.” Carrie greeted him, tilting her head up and pursing her lips for a kiss.

Harrison groaned at the nickname she had bestowed upon him decades ago before leaning down to give her a peck on the lips. “Morning Beautiful” he pecked her lips again.

“Do you even remember how you go that name?” Carrie chuckled after ending the kiss.

It was the evening after the party with Eric Idle and the Rolling Stones. They had gone on set having no sleep and the alcohol, not to mention other items in their systems, made for an exhausting day.

Harrison fell onto the bed fully clothed pulling Carrie down with him. He rolled the two of them onto their sides and tightened his grip on her. He nuzzled his cheek into to top of her head, and closed his eyes.

Carrie laughed at him, trying to wriggle out of his grip so she could take off her clothes. This was the beginning of their weekend, and while she wanted sleep, she wanted to be comfortable.

Harrison refused to lighten his grip so she could get up. In fact the more she squirmed, the tighter his grip would be. “You aren’t being a very good teddy bear right now.” Harrison mumbled into her hair.

“Yeah, well this teddy bear would like to take her clothes off, Cuddles.” Carrie fired back.

Harrison’s eyes immediately opened. “Cuddles? Cuddles? Oh it’s on!” Harrison flipped her onto her back and began to dig his fingers in under her ribs, tickling her. Immediately Carrie’s arms flailed and Harrison had to lean back so he wouldn’t get hit. Carrie’s shrieks of laughter encouraged him to continue.

“Stop, stop I can’t take anymore.” She begged, and Harrison finally relented. She got up and raced to the bathroom while Harrison continued to laugh.

It was several minutes before Carrie exited the bathroom, but when she did, she was completely naked.

Harrison wasted no time in taking all of his clothes off while she walked over to the bed. Once she was by the bedside, Harrison took her by the hand, pulled her onto the bed. As the two of them laid down, Carrie on top of him, he whispered in her ear, “I love you, Beautiful.”

Back in the present, Harrison leaned his head down and whispered into her ear. “I love you, Beautiful.”

She snuggled her face into his bare chest as she mumbled “I love you too, Cuddles.”

[wishfulfanficing]

Morning Sickness, Part I

Harrison was driving slowly - very slowly. He was already on his street, but he felt like the secrecy needed to follow him all the way to their door. He parked, stepped out of the car, and opened the door to find Carrie, still in her pajamas, curled up on the couch. 

“Did you get them?” Carrie asked before he was even halfway through the door. 

He nodded. “I still can’t believe we don’t have any left over from last time.” 

Carrie snickered. “That’s because I took all of them. You know… when I fuck something up, I wanna be sure.” 

Harrison made a face and kissed his wife’s forehead. “We’ve only been trying for five months, sweetheart.” 

She shrugged. “The big six is this month…” Carrie grabbed the bag, which crinkled as she clutched it. “Ok…” she said with a deep, determined breath. “Let’s pee on some sticks.”

“Maybe I should pee on one of those, just to make sure,” Harrison smirked as he followed his wife into the bathroom. “Like a ‘control’ sample or something.”

Carrie raised an eyebrow. “Are you serious?” 

He shrugged. “I mean…” 

“Fine.” She handed him a test from the already torn-open box. “Don’t… do it right here!” she shrieked as he unzipped his fly. 

“What?” 

“Don’t… do that right in front of me.”

Harrison looked at her quizzically. “Are you serious? Sweetheart… I think you’re a little confused as to how we got in this situation.”

Carrie laughed. “That’t not it…”

“Why do you get to pee in broad daylight but I have to be all… sequestered?” 

“Because. I can sit down…” she gestured between her legs demurely, “and you have that big ol’ thing swinging around getting pee everywhere.” 

“First of all, thank you.” Harrison winked and Carrie rolled her eyes. “Second of all, that’s my point: I can AIM.” 

“Fine… at least turn around.” 

Harrison pressed a kiss to his wife’s forehead. “Fine… I didn’t know there were so many instructions for penises and pregnancy tests.”

“Well, believe it or not, this isn’t an area that’s been studied.” Carrie smiled, and Harrison grinned over his shoulder at her. “Ok, we’ll pee together… ready?”

He nodded and turned around; a moment passed between them in silence. “I don’t hear your peeing…” Harrison chastised.

“I’m nervous…” Carrie giggled. 

Harrison turned around. “Think of waterfalls, and rain, and the ocean, and running water, and…” 

“Ok, ok… it’s working.” The silence resumed as Carrie took test after test, all different brands and types to feed her need to be sure. Harrison zipped up his fly with a flourish and placed his test on the side of the sink, then turned to smile at his wife. “I’m done…” she said finally, beamed at him. “How long has it been since the first one?” 

Harrison looked at his watch. “Like… 45 seconds. Ok, now 46. Now 48…” Carrie threw an empty box at him, and he moved to take her hand. “I’ll watch the time, you take a breath and put your pants back on.” She nodded and kissed his hand. He responded by pressing a kiss to the top of her head. 

They sat in silence. “Don’t look,” Carrie whispered. 

He nodded and held her gaze, giving her a soft smile; he looked down at his watch and took a deep breath. “Ok, sweetheart, we’re at three minutes and 4 seconds.” 

Still holding his hand, Carrie leaned over and looked at the row of pregnancy tests; her husband watched her face light up in a smile he instantly recognized. “First one says PREGNANT! Second one says PREGNANT! Third one, forth one, they all say PREGNANT.”

Harrison wanted to make a joke about his test, but his grin was too wide. Instead, he picked Carrie up and spun her around, not caring abut how cramped the bathroom was or that neither of them had washed their hands. “Oh my god…” he breathed in between kissing his wife. “Hey little one,” he cooed as he moved one hand to Carrie’s still-flat belly. “We’ve been waiting for you… we love you, your big sister loves you, your brothers love you..." he grinned, peppering kisses to Carrie’s stomach. 

Carrie smiled and buried her face in her husband’s hair, smiling. “Oh shit, we did it again.” 

[ordinaryaz]

Fanfics!

If anyone wants to check out my work, I’m on add.net and AO3. https://m.fanfiction.net/u/4135155/ http://archiveofourown.org/users/JadedAngelRising I’m seriously thinking about starting a Carrison fic but I’m too nervous to screw them up or something.

[emotsundere]

desire & resentment

It’s been a while since I’ve written a fic so I’m a lil rusty and I tried my hand at writing a kinda ~smutty~ scene (nothing too extreme so dont worry my pure hearted lil cinnamon rolls lmao jk I know y'all dirty af) but I’ve never written one so if it’s bad I’m so sorry LMAO. I was mostly inspired by this song (x) and I even put a line from the song into the fic lol so ty for that. But what made me finish it was the recent ~carrison news~ 

DISCLAIMER: if rpf isn’t ur thing then dont read it lol I always say that I’m not a writer and I just do this for kicks and my immense love for carrison. And esp. with recent news I just wanna emphasize that I don’t want to disrespect anyone and that I love Carrie and Harrison with all of my heart and respect them too much to try to hurt them.  Anyways if u do read it let me kno what u think!!!! i love getting messages from yall!!!! 

She suddenly woke up with tears in her eyes and found herself stuck between dream and reality. Remnants of her dream would flash in her head as she quietly sobbed into her pillow. She began tossing and turning hoping that these images and feelings would disappear. However, every time she closed her eyes, he was all she saw. After a few minutes, she fully woke up and wiped away her tears. Taking a deep breath, she sat up and moved to the very edge of the bed. The curtains were draped over the windows but she could tell it was still the middle of the night. She sat in silence, covered by the darkness as she turned to look at the man sleeping beside her. Smiling, she reached over to brush the stray strand of hair that was in his face. Though there were still lingering tears in her eye, she couldn’t help but laugh as the crease between his brows softened. She continued to run her fingers through his soft scruffy hair but she suddenly stopped herself. Her smile disappeared as she quickly pulled her hand away.

Deciding to go the the bathroom, she immediately frowned upon seeing her reflection in the mirror. She didn’t know how long she had been crying but she knew it couldn’t have been that long. Yet, it somehow showed on her face anyways. Cold water poured out of the faucet as she continuously splashed water on her face but her cheeks were still red and her eyes puffy. Turning off the water, she dragged herself back to the bed. She pulled the covers over herself and tried to get back to sleep, but it was impossible. There was something gnawing inside of her; she tossed and turned in hopes of getting rid of the irritable feeling but it only remained. Her mind was filled with so many thoughts and yet at the same time she felt nothing.

Completely frustrated and unable to sleep, she got up once again and sat at the side of the bed. The sinking feeling inside her heart made her feel restless. She knew she wasn’t going to get any sleep for the rest of the night. But why was she feeling this way? Wasn’t she happy? She turned to look at the man sleeping beside her. Despite her spending the past hour or so in agony and turmoil, he was just sleeping. That pissed her off. How could he sleep so soundly? How could he just shut his eyes and sleep uninterrupted? How could he sleep at night without feeling so guilty? How could he feel so calm after everything he had done to he—. How could he sleep? The tears began to spill out of her eyes and rage filled her heart. The next few minutes became a blur as she picked up the pillow and began to violently hit him.

The man groaned and turned to his side after being hit the first time. “Hey…cut it out. It’s too early for this.” Anything the man said only registered as sounds as she was too focused on attacking him. Despite her small figure, she continued to hit him endlessly.

Still half awake, the man assumed she was just joking around and laughed. “Baby, you were already pretty rough last night…come on, let’s sleep.” The man tried to pull her close, but her tears began to blur her vision as she grew more violent. Her rage consumed her as she continued to whack him with the pillow. It was as if something inside her took over, and she had no control over it.

He soon realized that she wasn’t joking around once she dropped the pillow, not to stop hitting him, but to slap him in the face. Before anything got out of hand, he grabbed her arm to restrain her. “What the fuck Carrie?” He looked at her and saw the confusion and anger in her eyes.

She swallowed the lump in her throat but refused to say a word. She was afraid of saying anything. If she even uttered a single word, all of the emotions she had been suppressing would come pouring out. They stayed there frozen in silence; both intensely staring into the other’s eyes. Eventually she broke free from his hold and started walking away towards the door.

Before she could leave, the man went after her and grabbed her hand to stop her. “Carrie, what the hell was that?” He said sternly, but his eyes were soft. It was obvious he was angry but she could tell the genuine concern he had for her. But she couldn’t do this, not right now.

She looked at him with tears threatening to pour out of her eyes again. “Please.”

Speechless, he let go of her hand and she walked out of the door. She hailed a cab and went back home. When she finally arrived, she tried to navigate through her dark house to get to the bedroom. She immediately flopped onto the bed and cried.

***

“Carrie—”

She placed her finger on his lips and pushed him down onto the bed. Smirking, she pulled off her top as she crawled on top of him to lean in to kiss him. He swallowed hard, desperately anticipating her soft lips on his. So when she stopped only inches away from his face, he tilted his head and frowned playfully. There was a glint in her eyes as she mischievously smiled; she was teasing him. He immediately let out a moan when she placed her knee between his thighs.

“Fuck…” He murmured under his breath.

She smiled at his positive response as her lips brushed his ears and started grinding her knee against him. He could feel her breath tickling his ear before she started to lick the outline of his earlobe. His hand gripped the sheets as he felt the heat rising in his body. There was something about this woman that made him feel so easily excited; she aroused him. She pulled away from him just enough so that they were both facing each other. Unable to control himself any longer, he placed his hand behind her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. The feeling was explosive as his lips pressed against her with an almost violent passion. Her lips parted as his tongue made his way into her mouth; their kisses grew deeper as their tongues swirled inside each other dancing in perfect synchronization.

His hand ran through her hair as he pulled her even closer to him until there was no more space left between them. There was no time to breathe in between kisses as they were both desperate for the other’s touch. The feeling of her hands running up and down his back both soothed and aroused him. His cool hands trailing under her shirt made her cry out his name, “Harrison.” He paused for a moment with his lips barely touching hers as they breathed each other’s air. They were out of breath, panting from the excitement and intensity of their kiss.

But before she could catch her breath, he pulled off his shirt and threw her on her back. His legs were entangled with hers as their bodies were pressed against each other. She could feel his wet tongue on her neck as his hands were caressing her inner thigh. His touch felt like a raging flame and with each touch the burning sensation on her skin increased. She slung her arms around his back and pulled herself close to his body. Her voice was raspy as she whispered into his ear, breath heavy. “I want you.”

***

With her head resting on her hand, she leaned forward while sitting at the kitchen counter top. She couldn’t help but stare at him completely mesmerized as he zoomed around the kitchen. Of course she was completely enamored by him in general, but there was something extremely domestic about this moment that truly tugged at her heartstrings. As the smell of bacon and coffee filled the air, she realized this was something she had always wanted, but never got to experience. It felt dumb wanting something so simple, but her life was anything but that. And she just couldn’t help but want that, to want this. Yet, she didn’t want this with just anyone; she wanted it with him. She wanted to wake up with him every morning and fall asleep by his side every night. She wanted to be able to hold his hand without a single care. She wanted to tell him how much she loved him. But most importantly, she wanted to hear how much he loved her. However, she knew that whatever this thing that was going on between them, it wasn’t real. To him, she was like a rest stop that he was passing through to temporarily fill that void in his heart. It hurt because she wanted so much more from him, but the fact that he acknowledged her and let her love him was enough to her. But it wasn’t. A part of her was glad enough to be by his side, but the other hoped and prayed that he would someday love her. That if she held on long enough, he’d want her and not want her because he liked fucking her, but want her. She’d give up anything if it meant hearing those three words coming from his lips. To want her and to love her, these were the things she truly desired. But like most things in her life, she never got what she wanted. So she settled. She settled being with him for days on end and then suddenly not seeing him for months. She settled being called in the middle of the night to come over. She settled on having to walk on glass whenever they were together. She settled on everything she could because if it meant having him, not even him entirely, she wanted it. She was desperate for it.

That’s what she told herself to justify being with him, despite it going against all of her ethics. Yet, she still expected more and that’s what killed her. She convinced herself that she was fine, but yet in the darkest corners of her heart she resented him. She resented and blamed him for everything. No matter where they were or how happy she felt, that feeling would creep up on her and remind her of her pain.

She looked at him, smiling and whistling as he cooked. She swallowed the lump in her throat and stood up. “I have to go.”

He turned around to look at her. “What? I thought you were staying for breakfast?” She thought she heard disappointment in his voice.

“Yeah but I—” She struggled to find an excuse. “I…just forgot that I had something to do…so I have to go now.”

He frowned. “I’d hate to see you go.”

She chuckled bitterly to herself. “Would you?”

She meant as a rhetorical question but he answered anyways. “Yeah.”

Just a glimpse of his eyes made her heart tighten so she immediately turned away. “I’m sorry you had to go through the trouble of making breakfast for me, but I have to go.”

He scratched the back of his neck. “I mean, if you have to.”

“I have to.”

As soon as she was at a reasonable distance from his house, she turned and looked back. She thought to herself that maybe this was the last time she’d ever see him again, that she was going to quit this addiction of hers. She turned her head back and started to walk straight forward. She stopped once again and looked back, sighing heavily, “No, I love him too much.”

[ccorneliast]

Are you planning on having any new Carrison fanfic out?

I was but my computer died and I need to get it fixed so I don't know how long that'll take!

[blipp8]

We Could Run Away - a Carrison Fanfic

Hey! My name is Katie, welcome fellow fangirls! *Disclaimer*: This is a real people fanfic, made up completely from my imagination and not meant to offend anyone mentioned (Carrie, Harrison or any other potential characters). If that's not your thing, you have been warned and are welcome to close this. Hopefully you'll stick around though! :) I'm pretty new at this stuff, so I'll be totally open to hear your thoughts, opinions, and constructive criticism! Set in about 1980, after the release of the Empire Strikes Back. Carrison go for a little weekend retreat. Xoxo -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part 1 Carrie sat out on the wraparound deck of the lake house, her nose in a book, breathing in the fresh summer breeze. She sighed, it was beautiful. As she looked on to the lake and the dominating trees behind it, she heard the screen door open and then shut again as someone walked out to join her. Harrison. She rocked slowly in her chair as he pulled up a second rocker to join her. She set down her novel, "You know, this could be us someday." He turned to her, not quite understanding. "This could be us," she continued, "We could get a cute cottage house on a lake somewhere beautiful. We could even rent it out, when we went off travelling around the world." "I'm not big on planes." Harrison joked, and received a light punch on the shoulder for that. "I'm serious! Can't you see us, someday, maybe even a few extra of us..." "Carrie..." "Harrison! We could just get away from everything! Wouldn't that be nice? Even for a little while!" "Isn't that what we're doing now?" Harrison countered. "Well then we should make it count." She got up, and wandered down to the dock, "Wanna go for a swim?" She asked playfully. Splash! Harrison canon-balled into the water. Carrie followed, giggling as she dove into the water herself. They splashed around all afternoon in the sun. That evening... Carrie lie on the king mattress, Harrison brushing his teeth in the conjoint bathroom. "But what I was saying earlier," Carrie started. Harrison spit in the sink, washing out his mouth."Let's talk about it later, okay?" "What? You can't see a future for us?" Carrie is obviously hurt. "Hey, now. I never said that." Harrison is taken aback from her outbreak now. "No, I guess we're just a fling, that's all! An easy fuck before you head back home to your wife. Is that all I am to you? An easy fuck?!" "Carrie! No! No, you're so much more to me!" "Please, cut the shit, Harrison." "I love you!" He blurts. She's silent for a long moment. "You love me?" He lowered his head in surrender, and nodded. "You love me." She repeated, as she tried to process what had just happened. Harrison Ford just admitted he loved her. Loved her. He loves her. "Yes Carrie. I love you." He replies quietly. She doesn't know what to say. She doesn't know what to do. She's just sitting there on the bed, in shock. Harrison sighs, "Carrie, I've always loved you. You are the most beautiful woman I've ever met. You drive me crazy, and I can't live without you." A lone tear rolls down her face. She throws herself at him. As they kiss, she is pressed up against him, it feels so good. It feels so good to run her fingers through his soft brown hair, kiss his neck, his chest. "Wait, stop," Carrie pulls away, gathering herself. She draws in a shaky breath, "You love me... but do you still love Melissa? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[wishfulfanficing]

The Party

Based on a request from @ysladidasbear! Sorry about the delay!! 

Meryl Streep’s phone rang. She lifted her head with curiosity and a little concern. Very few people had this phone number, and even fewer would call in the middle of the night. Once she saw who was calling, she sat up right away.

“Emma, hi… is everything ok? Are you alright?”

“Hi Meryl… Yeah, I’m ok, Billie’s ok… But, um…”

Meryl leaned in, concerned. “What’s happening, honey?”

“Can you come to our house? We… we fucked up.”

— “Is she coming?” Billie’s voice was desperate as her sister hung up the phone.

“Yeah, I think so… I asked her to call mom and dad.”

Billie shrugged. “They’re coming home tomorrow anyway…”

“Yeah but… this is a big deal… with the paparazzi and everything.” The mess from the party was one thing, but that wasn’t why they called Meryl, and that wasn’t why they were so worried now. Someone had posted about the party on Facebook, and the press had come. The pictures were online, and there was no telling what the tabloids were writing about them at that very moment.

“Yeah…” Billie sat down with her head in her hands. “Fuck.”

“Yes… Fuck.” Meryl appeared in the doorway; they hadn’t even realized it was unlocked. “Hi girls.”

“Hi…” Emma sat down next to her sister, ashen-faced.

“Hi girls.” Meryl surveyed the place, hands on her hips. “Holy shit. You were not kidding…”

“I know, it’s bad, I know,” Emma said.

“Damn right it’s bad.” Meryl walked into the doorway. “I brought some trash bags… I know your parents have a vacuum. You’ll feel better one this is cleaned up - let’s get to work.”

— Carrie drove. She had to - Harrison didn’t trust himself behind the wheel. When Meryl had called, he’d felt numb. They’d left New York a day early as soon as Meryl called.

The repetitional damage was severe, not just for him and Carrie, but for the girls. He and Carrie had established careers, but parties like this were enough to kill a young girl’s career before it even started - not just in Hollywood, but in any industry. And they’d broken their parents’ trust - in a close knit family, it was like a slap in the face.

But that wasn’t what made Harrison’s blood boil and what made Carrie cry as the plane took off from Newark. They’d seen the photos. They knew the scene more intimately than their daughters knew.

“I don’t want them to turn out like me,” Carrie had sobbed. “I don’t want this… this party life for them.” Harrison held her and silently prayed.

They were turning in to their driveway now, and Harrison’s heart leapt into his chest. He blinked back a couple tears as Carrie parked; he grabbed her hand and squeezed it tightly. “You ready, beautiful?”

Carrie returned his grip; it was firm and reassuring. “Absolutely… hey.” She squeezed his hand again and locked her brown eyes to his. “You’re a good dad. They’re good girls. We’ll get through this.”

The lump in Harrison’s throat gave way, and he wiped a few stray tears from his eyes. “We’ll get through this,” he repeated.

They got out of the car, grabbing each others hands in front of the doorway. “Fuck... Lemme grab the key out of my purse,” Carrie muttered as she fumbled around her bag. Harrison noticed her hands were shaking.

Harrison furrowed his brow and pressed his lips together in a way that, were the circumstances less serious, would have made Carrie laugh. “I wish we’d given them longer names,” he muttered, rubbing his temples with one hand and clutching the countertop with the other.

Carrie looked at him quizzically. “What? Why.”

He turned to look at her. “So we’d have more syllables to yell.”

Carrie snorted, and he cracked a smile. “We’ll have to go full names on this one,” she agreed as she pushed the door open.

Both girls were standing in the foyer, looks of true shame on their faces. Harrison grabbed them both and pulled them into a tight hug. “I love you so much, and I’m fucking pissed but I love you so much.”

He let them go, and Carrie hugged each daughter individually, holding them close for a long time. The family made their way to the couch and sat down.

It was silent until Harrison finally spoke. “I’m angry… and I’m angry because I’m scared,” he said, gripping the side of couch. Carrie placed her hand gently on his as he continued. “I need to… I need you guys to be honest with us. We’re not gonna punish you, but we need to know. Were there any drugs here tonight?”

Billie shook her head; her sister answered, “Not that I know of.”

Carrie raised her eyebrows. “That you know of?”

“I mean… we didn’t have any or want any. I don’t think anyone brought anything in or took anything…”

“But you didn’t take any, and there aren’t any in this house?” Harrison interrupted. Both girls shook their heads. “Ok… did you have any alcohol?”

“Yeah... I’m not gonna lie to you, we both had a lot to drink.” It was hard for Emma to admit that, but the disappointment in her father’s face was killing her and she wanted to start to make things right.

Carrie sighed. “Listen… I understand, to a point, what your lives are like. But you girls live in the social media era, and that makes being an industry kid even harder. I know you know why what happened with the press is a really big deal.” They nodded, and Carrie knew they understood. “The other thing is… drugs and alcohol… girls… you can’t. I’m sorry, it’s my genes. But trust me when I say this isn’t a path you wanna go down.”

Billie started to say something, but her sister shot her a look that stopped her. Harrison noticed, and jumped in. “I know you think this isn’t that serious, but this is how it starts…”

“It’s not about the substances themselves,” Carrie burst out. “It’s about the secrets and the lying… take that and add it to drinking or to drugs and that’s a lethal combination. You did this while we were in New York because you knew it was wrong, didn’t you.”

They both nodded.

“Ok then.” Carrie turned to her husband and sighed deeply.

“Well…” Harrison said, “it looks like this is mostly clean, but that doesn’t solve the other two problems. We have the problem of the press, and the problem of our trust. Right now, I think the two of you should sit down and write a statement. About what you learned, that you’re sorry, what you learned… I think you know what to say. We’ll send it to the publicist and she’ll run it.”

“And if it’s that fake apology shit I’ll kick your asses,” Carrie chimed in. It was clear she meant it.

“Meanwhile,” Harrison started again, squeezing his wife’s hand. “Your mother and I are gonna go upstairs and figure out how you’re gonna earn our trust back.”

The girls nodded, and walked into the kitchen. Carrie sighed and buried her head in Harrison’s shoulder. “Oh my God…” she muttered as he kissed the top of her head.

“Hey pretty girl,” he cooed as she turned to look at him. “You’re a good mom and I love you.”

She smiled, and leaned in to kiss him. “You’re good dad and I love you.”

[wishfulfanficing]

Walk of Fame

Carrie and Harrison see their friend honored.

“Harrison, come on, we’re gonna be late!”

“Google Maps says it takes 45 minutes to get there… we still have half an hour til we have to leave,” he grumbled from behind the bathroom door.

“Are you dressed, at least?” Carrie replied.

“Well, sort of.” Harrison opened the bathroom door; his pants were on, but he was shirtless.

“I see,” Carrie smirked. “You can’t go like that, you’ll steal the whole spotlight.”

Harrison grinned back and grabbed his wife, scooping her up effortlessly. “What, you think they’ll be too busy ogling my rippling chest to adequately appreciate Mark?”

She snorted. “No, I think they’re gonna be distracted trying to figure out why an old ass man is walking around in public half naked.”

“I’m your ‘old ass man’, dear,” he sneered, leaning in to kiss her. “I’ll put a shirt on. Besides, i thought the whole point of us getting married was to preserve my old ass for your eyes only. Isn’t that why we got married?”

“Health insurance,” Carrie said decisively. “We got married for the health insurance.”

Harrison smiled down at his wife and placed a kiss on her forehead. “That’s right…”

Their door opened and Billie walked in. “Oh my God… Dad, will you please deal with yourself and put a shirt on? We’re gonna be late.”

“Your father doesn’t care if we’re late. He already has his star, he doesn’t care that Mark is just getting one.” She winked at Harrison, then turned back to Billie. “I guess they give them out by age.”

Billie rolled her eyes playfully and grimaced as she walked towards the door. “Whatever… just put a shirt on before I puke.”

“If you’re gonna puke, do it in the hallway bathroom,” Harrison called after her, then turned back to his wife. “Wanna help me out, gorgeous?”

Carrie snickered and leaned in to kiss him again. “What’s in it for me?”

“A handsome date to an old friend’s big day?”

Carre pursed her lips as she considered his offer. “Fine,” she snickered. “But let me know when that date gets here.”

Harrison grinned and kissed her nose. “I’ll put on an undershirt, you pick out a shirt?”

“Aye aye, captain!” She giggled and squeezed him one more time before breaking out of his embrace.

He watched her walk over to their closet, not taking his eyes off her as he pulled on an undershirt. “Not the white one, pick the blue one…”

“Trying to micromanage, hot shot?” She felt his smile from behind her and turned around in time to catch his wink. “Fine, I’ll pick one of many, many blue shirts.” She pulled one off the hanger and threw it at him.

“Wrinkles, Fisher, wrinkles!”

He knew exactly what she would say as soon as the words left his mouth, and he braced himself for her remarks. God, he loved her smile. He loved her laugh. Without hesitating, he lunged at her and scooped her up. “What are you doing, crazy?” she asked, gigging even more.

“Spinning you…” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Kissing you…” He plopped her on the bed playfully but gently. “Getting you out of my way so we won’t be late.”

—

Mark was nervous. He’d never expected to get a star on the Walk of Fame, not even after Harrison got his. He knew his family would be watching, and that calmed him down and freaked him out at the same time.

Mary Lou and the kids were waiting in the makeshift backstage with him, and he knew Carrie and Harrison were in the front row waiting. The event planners had staked the front of the audience with Star Wars castmates. He couldn’t resist sneaking a peek through the curtain; like a small child in his first play, Mark closed one eye and parted the curtain ever so slightly, hoping nobody would notice, and scanned the crowd.

They were all there: George, in his signature flannel, with a sport jacket to mark the formality of the occasion. The “kids”, John, Daisy, and Billie. Oscar with his wife. And, standing together, Carrie and Harrison.

Harrison stood behind his wife with his arms around her waist; her hands were laced into his. He was kissing the top of her head, and they were both smiling. “Gross,” he laughed to himself.

— “Look,” Harrison whispered in his wife’s ear, taking a moment to kiss her temple. “Mark’s peeking.”

“I know,” she whispered back. “I see his facial hair.”

Harrison snorted and kissed her temple again. “Should we wave to him?”

She nodded. “On three… one, two… three.” The pair smiled identical jokey grins and waved.

Mark must have known he’d been detected, because the figure behind the curtain jumped and disappeared. “You know he’s gonna deny it,” Harrison said smugly.

Carrie craned her neck and looked up at him, a look of confusion on her face. “Deny what?”

Harrison laughed and kissed her, taking care not to strain her neck in a way that hurt. “Exactly.”

She smiled up at him, then settled back into his arms. Carrie sighed and watched the people in the crowd. She inhaled again and closed her eyes, taking a moment to snuggle a little deeper into Harrison’s chest. He felt it, and tightened his arms around her ever so slightly. She took another breath. “I’m really glad I didn’t die.”

Harrison furrowed his brow. “Yeah, me too sweetheart…” He expected a response, but Carrie didn’t say anything for a while.

He was starting to get concerned when he felt Carrie start laugh. “Because then, I’d have to wait five years before anyone could nominate me to get one of these fucking things.”

“Good call, beautiful.” He smiled into her hair and inhaled her scent, rocking her so gently that nobody could tell but the two of them. “I don’t think I could have coped with that.”