[OOC] Two things that never happened to Anna on an island.
From the meme here. Only two because writing just these made me wibbly.
oo1. Good Morning
It was one of those days when she was loathe to get out of bed. The compound was pleasantly cool and she'd kicked the blankets back to stretch catlike over the smooth sheets, nuzzling contentedly into her pillow. The sound of the door clicking open stirred her, but it took a warm body spooning up behind her to ellict any sound; it was all vowels, garbled but steeped in contentment.
A familiar hand curled around to splay across her swollen belly, and she smiled when he spoke against her ear, tender and thickly accented. "How are my girls?"
"Sleeping in," was her response, and she shifted to turn into his embrace. Their lips met instinctively and she thought she heard him purr. "Good morning, daddy," she smiled against his mouth, her slender fingers sifting through his golden hair.
oo2. Fifteen
His kiss had started hesitant but deepened with encouragement, and soon enough he was kissing her back with the sort of blind desperation that gave away his age. Thought had been slow to pierce the haze induced by the warmth of his mouth, but now it struck her with a startling sort of clarity. The choice lay before her, so clear it was crystalline. It shouldn't have been much of a choice, all things considered. There was a laundry list of reasons to pull away, starting with his age.
But he was flushed and sweet and loved her with more devotion than anyone she had ever known, and she realized that she wanted him. It was a selfish impulse, and somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that she would ultimately regret it, but she couldn't stop herself. When she pushed closer, he responded in kind.
oo1. Good Morning
It was one of those days when she was loathe to get out of bed. The compound was pleasantly cool and she'd kicked the blankets back to stretch catlike over the smooth sheets, nuzzling contentedly into her pillow. The sound of the door clicking open stirred her, but it took a warm body spooning up behind her to ellict any sound; it was all vowels, garbled but steeped in contentment.
A familiar hand curled around to splay across her swollen belly, and she smiled when he spoke against her ear, tender and thickly accented. "How are my girls?"
"Sleeping in," was her response, and she shifted to turn into his embrace. Their lips met instinctively and she thought she heard him purr. "Good morning, daddy," she smiled against his mouth, her slender fingers sifting through his golden hair.
oo2. Fifteen
His kiss had started hesitant but deepened with encouragement, and soon enough he was kissing her back with the sort of blind desperation that gave away his age. Thought had been slow to pierce the haze induced by the warmth of his mouth, but now it struck her with a startling sort of clarity. The choice lay before her, so clear it was crystalline. It shouldn't have been much of a choice, all things considered. There was a laundry list of reasons to pull away, starting with his age.
But he was flushed and sweet and loved her with more devotion than anyone she had ever known, and she realized that she wanted him. It was a selfish impulse, and somewhere in the back of her mind she knew that she would ultimately regret it, but she couldn't stop herself. When she pushed closer, he responded in kind.