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curse your dairy, island! curse it!
Maladicta hummed softly into her pillow, wriggling at least partially out form under the thing cotton blanket. The morning was warm, although she could tell the sun was newly risen, because there was some coolness in the breeze, still. She sighed, basking in the peace of the moment, before it sunk in that she was feeling a little sore, which ( Read more... ) -
this is so inappropriate.
Maladicta did tremble then. Being told- the way he said it- She pulled his head down and kissed him hard, tongue probing, teeth scraping against his lips for a long moment before she pulled back, hand dropping, fingers sliding to deftly undo his trousers and she nipped sweetly, worshipfully at his mouth. Panting softly, with a last wet drag of ( Read more... ) -
so this is awkward.
Maladicta had done a good job of going through the day as though nothing were utterly perplexing or out of the ordinary, except there was the tiny baby hiccup in the plan which was: William Shakespeare had kissed her, entirely randomly and for the space of a moment and then acted as though it hadn't occurred, which was actually fine with her, ( Read more... ) -
a stick that breaks and breaks
Maladicta had noticed it while she'd showered, the certain lack of sensation. She had closed her eyes and tried to focus on feeling the individual strikes against her skin of each tiny, powered stream of water, and found herself unable ( Read more... ) -
i love this bloody holiday
Maladicta was not by any means thrilled with the Hogswatch business, and wasn't entirely sure why Polly thought it was such a great damn idea, but it occurred to her that perhaps gifts were in order, and if that were the case, she'd have to come up with something fast. The bookshelf wasn't offering much help. Still, she'd taken one or two that ( Read more... ) -
Quiet Contemplation.
Maladicta had discovered a few things through boxing. She had respected and liked- as far as Maladicta tended to like people- Ray Kowalski, but the fact that he had taught her this and let her use the equipment without his supervision, even after that whole biting thing had raised him a few pegs yet. Also, it was possible for something to get her ( Read more... ) -
you can never go home again
Maladicta woke up with the smell of the ocean in her nose and the feel of scratchy, dry straw beneath her. These were two very incongruous sensations. Admittedly, neither she nor William were particularly experienced or talented at bed-making and perhaps the mattress needed replacing already, but that wasn’t the only sensation that was wrongShe ( Read more... )