My Fiction. My Blog. My Life:After braving the vast world of the internet with fanfictions, I've decided to expand my portfolio with short stories, blog posts, and snippets of my novel.
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Chapter 20Raven reclined in the chair a little deeper as Gar went further into his story. He had been in such a great mood that he couldn't stop talking. It wasn't about anything in particular, though it never strayed near last night. Let alone their sex life, or potentially love life. But after seeing him so shocked and miserable on that battlefield only days before, she couldn't change the subject. If he wanted to talk about silly stories that excited him, she would listen. Raven did have to admit she enjoyed listening to him. His deep voice and contagious laughter had become a source of comfort for her.
Smiling she nodded her head, "I remember that night a little differently though. As I, and probably everyone else," she added lower," remember it, you got stuck and Dick ended up turning off the missiles."
Chapter 19Rachel lowered her gaze from the restrained wrists. Mark had pulled upon the belt a few times to make sure it was secure, and after she was convinced it was, he was all hers. With an almost malevolent smirk, Rachel lowered her head to give him a long kiss. His tongue slid eagerly against hers, struggling to remember to stay fully human. The urge to shift seemed to grow as she ran her tongue back down and she could catch the slightest enlogation or change in texture. Even this small taste of pleasure caused the bed's headboard to creek in contest against Mark's pull. Rising up she felt him follow, but pushed her hands against his shoulders.
Chapter 18Rachel dipped her spoon back into the ramekin. He had been right, this was delicious. Taking her time between each bite, savoring the small serving, she glanced back towards her companion. Mark wasn't quite as controlled as her and was licking the spoon clean from his last spoonful. The room was elegant and lit with low lights and candles on each table. Surprisingly the hustle and music from the bar didn't make past the restaurant's walls. And they had escaped into a quiet romantic setting. No doubt this had worked before, but she could see why. Besides this was much more her speed than dancing.
"So, Doctor Logan," she started, causing him to smirk at her continued use of his fake title, "do you have any hobbies outside of saving lives?" Normally a question about hobbies would be a normal topic on a first "date". But as the question left her lips she paused and almost went to adjust the wording. She had meant as a doctor. The play on words sort of amused her though, and she closed her mouth with a smile.
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AuthorI am split between a world of fantasies and science. {Blog}
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