First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which There are Second Thoughts - and Third. Her eyes were closed. He liked that; it let him watch her face. Her hands were on him like she was trying to pin him down - who was he kidding? She could pin him down without any hands at all - and her ( Read more... )

First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which They Stop Kissing Long Enough to Talk. She lay in her bed staring at the ceiling. As far as she could tell, Amrit was still asleep. His breathing was even and he made little noises, sometimes, that did not quite sound like speech ( Read more... )

First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which The Kissing Continues. He didn’t carry her to the bed, but not for lack of offering, trying, and offering again ( Read more... )

First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which They Have Nerves. The kiss was meant to be a promise, but it turned into an invitation. She liked the way he kissed, like he was taking he time with it, tasting her. She liked the way it felt when he put a hand on the center of her back to ( Read more... )

First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which They are Dirty.

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First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which There is a Kiss.

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First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which Amrit Explains Something..

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She was doing it. She was really doing it. She was…

Her lips touched his and her hand went around his back to steady herself - when had he gotten so tall? Was that part of his power? Magical healing, grow an ( Read more... )

First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which Mieve Actually Says Something.

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Amrit wasn’t entirely sure what he was doing. A couple hours ago, they’d been arguing. He’d been angry, fed up with her. She’d been angry, hurt that he didn’t give in enough.

She should have known, some ( Read more... )

First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which Neither Amrit nor Mieve Communicate.

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If there was any forgiving to happen, you have it.She didn't know whether to feel dismissed, pleased, or worried. She felt a little bit of each ( Read more... )

First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which Mieve is Uncertain and Unhappy.
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Amrit stalked to the garage behind her - behind his captor, because she refused to be something else. She was scared. He could tell. He ought to be happy about that, but it was just making him more angry ( Read more... )