Graphic courtesy of Lynn Viehl.
I’m still grinding through that same BDSM scene (that just started to turn into a sex scene Dark & Early this morning).
Fun Fact: I ought to go figure out my longest scene ever and then count the words in this one and see if I beat it. There are scene breaks — to give the reader time to draw breath — but there’s no break in location or anything like that. They’re still going at it.
I made it D&E every day this week! Even this morning. Fridays are hard and I usually want to sleep in, but NaNoWriMo doesn’t care whether it’s Friday or whether the monsters have basketball games/practices early tomorrow (they do).
Still lost my laptop awhile last night so Middle could continue working on her presentation, but she didn’t get home until after 7, so I had plenty of time to get work done first. My eyes were pooped by then anyway.
2480 words yesterday, bringing my total to 11,330.
I waited for him to make some lame excuse or joke, to blow me off. I’m damaged goods. I should have known I couldn’t hide it from him for long. Though I’d hoped I would at least have had a night or two to tie me over for the rest of my life. I smiled at him wistfully. “Is it okay if I still watch Sheba tonight? Then I won’t bother you again.”
His face tightened into grim lines that melted the ice sealing off my heart and sent it thumping frantically. He cupped my chin and squeezed hard enough I’d probably have red marks on my face.
God it felt good. Too good. I couldn’t imagine not ever having someone touch me like this again. Who knew effortlessly what I needed before I could even voice it.
“You’d better bother me again. It’s taken me a year to figure out how to get the truth out of you. Don’t give up on me so quickly, Ranay.”