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 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 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 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 Amrit sulks Usefully. Mieve had done her best to stay busy, even if she was being a bit more violently busy than she needed to be. She weeded, she sorted through her food stores, she cleaned the kitchen, she washed all the sheets and hung ( Read more... )

First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which Amrit Makes Sense. Every night, she sent Amrit to his bed, in his bedroom, and even though she wasn't chaining him to his bed anymore, she still locked him in ( Read more... )

First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which Amrit Makes a Run For It. Her captive was sitting in the shade of her biggest tree, his splinted leg stretched out in front of him. He was fiddling with the grass and rocks within reach and looking around, shifting his weight around, working ( Read more... )

First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which Amrit and Mieve Share a Little. His "owner" was in a foul mood when she chained him to the bed. Still, she'd given him time to brush his teeth and use the john, and she made sure the chains weren't cutting into his skin ( Read more... )

First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which Amrit & Mieve have a quiet evening Fae Apoc, approx. now ( Read more... )