"Sometimes I wonder if any of us will recover from this war."

Jack paused and turned and Phryne, dressed in her fine robe and only step-in drawers beneath, followed him out, letting her front door close behind her. She leant back against it, watching him carefully as he opened and closed his mouth. "Are you just going to kiss me with no explanation?" she asked carefully.

Phryne sighed and rolled her eyes in mild offence, "I'm undercover." She explained simply, "Do you think you can remove these handcuffs, they are rather uncomfortable to sit with."

Jack covered Phryne's hand with his own, moving it from his leg to her knee. "That is not," he murmured quietly, "what I would call behaving, Phryne." - PWP oneshot. Dom/Sub. Spanking and O denial.

Miss Fisher, wrapped in a fine silk robe not unlike the one she occasionally favoured during his late visits in her parlour, sat curled into an armchair. She was looking at him with plain watchful eyes, her face devoid of makeup and her hair mussed with sleep. In her hand she held a piece of buttered toast -the source of the strange sound- and she chewed idly.

Jack allows himself to let go of a mornings guilt. Sequel to A Chance To Fly.

Phryne's thoughts dip into dangerous waters after learning of a particular policeman waiting to see her. PWP

In which both Jack and Phryne would happily die for the safety of the other, but neither know when to back down.