REAP THE WHIRLWIND I FLYNN CARSEN

Mr & Mrs Carsen

Author's Note: This is the sequel to Once Upon A Dime. The reading order so far for all of my Flynn/Clara fiction is: And She Was Not An Adventure, Plato's Step-Daughter, A Christmas Clara, Sure As Sin, Once Upon A Dime, and Reap The Whirlwind. Each new Flynn/Clara story will include an updated reading order. All my Librarians fiction can be found under the 'My Stories' section of my profile. Videos for characters canon and original, can be found on my Youtube channel via the link on my profile.

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Mr & Mrs Carsen

The way you move is like a full-on rainstorm
And I'm a house of cards
You're the kind of reckless
That should send me runnin'
But I kinda know that I won't get far...

"Where's the remote?" Clara asked, picking up a pillow garnished with lace within an inch of its life, before peering under it, slightly startled to find a peacock slumbering there.

"In my stomach," Flynn replied, popping a grape into his mouth, ignoring its pleas for mercy.

"You ate the remote?" Clara said slowly, turning to face him. They'd just returned from yet another book binge, Flynn blowing a fortune on the printed word, such arduous undertakings always making him ravenous.

"Guilty as charged," Flynn said, now peeling a banana.

"But why?" Clara said in disbelief, shooing the peacock away, interrupting its dreams of winning Miss World.

"Because it told me to," Flynn said, looking enigmatic.

"Well, that's just brilliant," Clara snapped, clambering out of the four-poster bed, "just bloody brilliant!"

"What's rattled your gilded cage?" Flynn said, stretching his long legs out.

"You ate the remote, Flynn," Clara said, rounding on him, "last week it was the aspidistra, and this week it's the remote. If you're going to literally eat me out of house and home, well, you're just going to have to meet me in a hotel instead."

"I'm not meeting you in a hotel," Flynn said, looking insulted, "that would just smack of seediness!"

"What, and it's not seedy keeping your enemies' heads in my fridge!?" Clara retorted.

"Well, that's something you're going to have to get used to," Flynn said airily, examining his fingernails. "Love me, love my disembodied heads."

Clara bit her tongue at this, caught in a trap. She hadn't said those three fatal words to Flynn yet, and he hadn't either, but it hadn't stopped him from bringing back from Barbados two matching dressing gowns with 'Mr. & Mrs. Carsen' embroidered on the back. When she'd pointed this out to him, he'd just shrugged his shoulders, saying he was thinking of the future, whilst saving money in the long run, and hadn't she once said Clara Carsen had quite the ring? To which she replied she didn't have the ring in question, Flynn saying ominously, not yet.

"I keep my best suits in your wardrobe," Flynn continued, "and you don't say anything about that" -

- "Because your suits don't try to bite my fingers off every time I so much as reach for the milk," Clara said, rolling her eyes. "There is a difference, Flynn, one which I'm not sure you appreciate."

"I only appreciate you," Flynn said, quirking an eyebrow, "and Fanta, but excepting that, why would I waste my time on anything else?"

Clara felt her anger fading, which only served to make her even angrier. Even though Flynn was sincere in what he said, she still didn't like how he could sweet-talk her round, making her give way to his madness. She had planned to spend her long-awaited day off with Flynn by bingeing on Merlin box-sets but so far that particular dream hadn't been fulfilled. Shaking her head at him, she stalked into her luxury ensuite bathroom, only to find herself in the middle of a science fair, Clara slowing to a stop, her jaw dropping. "Oh," she said stupidly, drawing her dressing gown tighter around her.

"Nice of you to drop by, Mrs. Carsen," Ezekiel smirked, "on your honeymoon, yeah?"

"What the" -

- "Evil never sleeps," Jacob intoned, "and neither do we."

"Which translates as your day off is dead in the water," Eve offered.

"Where am I?" Clara said weakly, feeling the weight of a thousand eyes on her.

"STEM!" Cassandra trilled, clasping her hands together with joy.