LAVANDULA ANGUSTIFOLIA
Bill Tench & Nancy Tench, pre-Holden Ford/Bill Tench

I wrote a thing for me just for fun and put it on the internet because why the hell not?

Summary: In which Bill and Nancy are in a lavender marriage and Nancy just wants her husband to be happy.

“You can’t deny that he’s a looker, even with that choirboy side-part.”

Bill shifted in his seat, shaking the newspaper a little. He pointedly didn’t look over at Nancy when he muttered, “If you say so.”

“Don’t pretend like you don’t see it. A single flutter of those baby blues would forgive much worse than an uptight hairdo.” She cut him a sly smirk, one eyebrow rising, and added in a lower tone, “I’ll bet you let that boy get away with absolute murder, don’t you?”

“We are not talking about this.”

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t need you indulging some misguided impulse to matchmake me. Especially not with a coworker more than a decade my junior.”

Read it here on AO3.