Merry Christmas, Pris!
Christmas ficlet for priscellie; Dresden Files, Harry/Murphy. Sort of indirectly for gypsyjr as well. At least, you asked for something like this.


“Four lies and a truth,” I said.
Murph looked at me oddly. “We’re going to resort to playing Truth or Dare now? What are you, fourteen?”
I rolled my eyes. “Ha, ha. Look, we’ve got nearly twenty hours before the wards go down, we’ve done all the planning we can do without further information and I, for one, am bored. I’d like to hear your ideas.”
She folded her hands behind her head and put her feet up on my coffee table. “On second thought, this sounds vaguely interesting. Better than sniping, anyway.” She paused, scanning my bookshelves, and added, “And I still can’t believe it’s possible that you don’t have any Terry Pratchett in your paperback collection.”
“That would require me to have heard of him.” Murph made a face, and I hurried on. “Anyway, the game goes like this; you tell four lies and a truth, and see if the other person can guess the truth. Works best in groups of four or less.”
“To prevent default winning, I suppose.” She nodded. “All right. You go first.”
Uh. Great. I had hoped for a little time to think. “Okay. Uh. Give me a minute.” I thought, then said, “All right. One, I brush my teeth with the lights off. Two, the Beetle has an ejector seat.”
She snorted a laugh, and said, “You wish.”
I grinned. “Okay, so that’s a lie, but damn would that be cool. Anyway. Three, I have a crazy ex-girlfriend named Caroline. Four...uh.. hell, I’m running out of things to say here.”
Murphy just looked at me, clearly amused. “Well, you’ve yet to tell a truth. You could try that.”
“Let’s not get crazy here.” I thought a moment more, and had a sudden, awful, wonderful idea. Did I dare say that? What would happen if I did? We’d been through a lot before, and since, and I think she already knew it, even if I hadn’t ever actually said it...so did I have the nerve?
“Okay,” I said, before I lost that nerve. “Four, I have worn tights before, and five, I’m head over heels in love with you.”
She went abruptly very still, none of the little twitches she got as her muscles relaxed. Shit. Maybe I should’ve said something about Thomas instead...
“Dammit, Dresden,” she said, quietly. “You took mine.”
I don’t think we ever finished that game. On the other hand, though, I don’t think I’ve ever spent a happier twenty hours.