she's got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
mini_nanowrimo, Day Two.
Commitment: 500/day
Yesterday: 1214
Today: 1706
M_N Total: 2554
Today Breakdown: 424, King Sam; 1282, BDMPE
BDMPE Current Word Count: 40406
EWCTEOS: 14594 (after I finish this sex scene, I have a feeling I'll be revising that number upwards again. *sigh*)
What's good: I feel like I've gotten a solid grip on Mohinder's voice and his feelings for Peter. And Peter feels like a character, not a prop.
What's bad: Mohinder's such a sensualist and so overthinky that I have to be really careful not to stretch my scenes into oblivion.
What I know I need to revise: The shower scene, and some of the tight tense writing of the stuff around the 20K mark.
What's on tap for tomorrow: Rimming, and then the second Meredith scene where Mohinder gets to know Nathan a little better.
Snippet:
The hint of impatience breathed over his lips, not quite a kiss but more than an answer, spurred Mohinder to his feet, but not before sealing his mouth over Peter’s to make it a proper kiss. Warm and deep, heavy, in the way that only the right action at the right moment can be, slowing time itself to allow the instant to expand.
When he did stand, he drew Peter up his body on the slick of vanilla-almond bath oil. Still caught in the thick-time of the kiss, Peter let himself be dried - toweled and caressed and toweled still more, his own fingertips ghosting over Mohinder, dipping into the muscle separation on his right tricep from bicycle accident when he was thirteen, skimming the back of his neck when he knelt for Peter’s legs, lifting a lock of hair and tracing the curl while Mohinder lifted his sac and dried behind it.
A hundred little touches, at once innocent and intimate, knowing and learning, and each indelible, engraving Peter on Mohinder’s senses down to the precise length of the crease at his knee and the exact feel of Peter’s forearms around his shoulders.
He leaned into that embrace, following the groove of Peter’s hipbone with his tongue, dotting kisses across his lower abdomen, then dipping down to mouth along the length of his shaft. Peter murmured yes and Mohinder knotting his fingers in Mohinder’s hair then, and Mohinder smiled against his inner thigh.
*
Also on tap for tomorrow: the remainder of King Sam.
Commitment: 500/day
Yesterday: 1214
Today: 1706
M_N Total: 2554
Today Breakdown: 424, King Sam; 1282, BDMPE
BDMPE Current Word Count: 40406
EWCTEOS: 14594 (after I finish this sex scene, I have a feeling I'll be revising that number upwards again. *sigh*)
What's good: I feel like I've gotten a solid grip on Mohinder's voice and his feelings for Peter. And Peter feels like a character, not a prop.
What's bad: Mohinder's such a sensualist and so overthinky that I have to be really careful not to stretch my scenes into oblivion.
What I know I need to revise: The shower scene, and some of the tight tense writing of the stuff around the 20K mark.
What's on tap for tomorrow: Rimming, and then the second Meredith scene where Mohinder gets to know Nathan a little better.
Snippet:
The hint of impatience breathed over his lips, not quite a kiss but more than an answer, spurred Mohinder to his feet, but not before sealing his mouth over Peter’s to make it a proper kiss. Warm and deep, heavy, in the way that only the right action at the right moment can be, slowing time itself to allow the instant to expand.
When he did stand, he drew Peter up his body on the slick of vanilla-almond bath oil. Still caught in the thick-time of the kiss, Peter let himself be dried - toweled and caressed and toweled still more, his own fingertips ghosting over Mohinder, dipping into the muscle separation on his right tricep from bicycle accident when he was thirteen, skimming the back of his neck when he knelt for Peter’s legs, lifting a lock of hair and tracing the curl while Mohinder lifted his sac and dried behind it.
A hundred little touches, at once innocent and intimate, knowing and learning, and each indelible, engraving Peter on Mohinder’s senses down to the precise length of the crease at his knee and the exact feel of Peter’s forearms around his shoulders.
He leaned into that embrace, following the groove of Peter’s hipbone with his tongue, dotting kisses across his lower abdomen, then dipping down to mouth along the length of his shaft. Peter murmured yes and Mohinder knotting his fingers in Mohinder’s hair then, and Mohinder smiled against his inner thigh.
*
Also on tap for tomorrow: the remainder of King Sam.