Don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret*
Word Count: 2307
Novel Progress: Chapter 20 (expanded). Obviously Chapter 20 is going to need to be broken up into three or more chapters.
Current Emotion: I Wrote Porn and I Don't Know If It's Hot (At Least It's Done)
"Someone will notice we are gone,” he whispers, a touch of urgency in his voice.
Grace wraps her hands around his wrists and pulls his hands from the edge of her pants, guiding one to the top button. “Here,” she says, letting him undo the button. “Would that be bad?” she asks, then, “Here, pull it down,” watching Thorin’s hands as he finds the zipper and pulls it down carefully. The sound of unlocking metal teeth is loud between them.
Grace drops her hands from his wrists and lets him tug her pants open wider, exposing the edge of her underwear, then the skin of her hip. His hands are warm, even in this cold night air, and when they cannot dip any lower they rise up, into her shirt, over her stomach and along her ribs. Her sweater and shirt rise, leaving her cold except where he touches her.
“Perhaps,” Thorin admits, then rises up onto his knees and kisses her, the edge of her sweater covering his hands and wrists as he cups her breasts.
Grace closes her mouth to his kiss, drags her sweater back down, muttering only, “It’s cold,” and pushes Thorin back down. “Perhaps,” she echoes, wishing she did not understand what he meant.
71847 / 50000 words. 144% done!
* The All-American Rejects, "Dirty Little Secret"
Novel Progress: Chapter 20 (expanded). Obviously Chapter 20 is going to need to be broken up into three or more chapters.
Current Emotion: I Wrote Porn and I Don't Know If It's Hot (At Least It's Done)
"Someone will notice we are gone,” he whispers, a touch of urgency in his voice.
Grace wraps her hands around his wrists and pulls his hands from the edge of her pants, guiding one to the top button. “Here,” she says, letting him undo the button. “Would that be bad?” she asks, then, “Here, pull it down,” watching Thorin’s hands as he finds the zipper and pulls it down carefully. The sound of unlocking metal teeth is loud between them.
Grace drops her hands from his wrists and lets him tug her pants open wider, exposing the edge of her underwear, then the skin of her hip. His hands are warm, even in this cold night air, and when they cannot dip any lower they rise up, into her shirt, over her stomach and along her ribs. Her sweater and shirt rise, leaving her cold except where he touches her.
“Perhaps,” Thorin admits, then rises up onto his knees and kisses her, the edge of her sweater covering his hands and wrists as he cups her breasts.
Grace closes her mouth to his kiss, drags her sweater back down, muttering only, “It’s cold,” and pushes Thorin back down. “Perhaps,” she echoes, wishing she did not understand what he meant.
71847 / 50000 words. 144% done!
* The All-American Rejects, "Dirty Little Secret"