Snippet Saturday!

I've cracked 27,000 words. I have a rudimentary plot. Thanks to a Word War with the lovely and effulgent sunnyd_lite, I've done my 250 words today, and did over 1300 yesterday. Yay. Thus, I bring you a snippet.

So. Ben has awakened from (yet another) nightmare, and Angeline has given him a backrub. And...go:

Ten minutes later, he was blissed out and half asleep. He barely noticed when she trailed a series of kisses up his spine, from his waist to his neck. She rolled him over gently to his back and snuggled into his side.

He wrapped an arm around her automatically. "You're cuddly today," he murmured.

She kissed his pec, running her hands across his chest, working her lips up to his throat. "Want more than cuddles," she breathed against his neck.

"Married man, Ange."

"You're not getting out of here. You're never going to see her again. You're an immortal werewolf." She walked her fingers down his thigh. "A lifetime that long is too bloody long to be celibate."

He caught her hand before it went anywhere too personal. "I've been here less than a month. I'll cope for now."

"Your misplaced sense of loyalty is going to get us in trouble. They know me, and they all expect--"

"We'll deal with that when it happens." He moved her down to pillow her head on his shoulder, gently but firmly, and squeezed her. "This was nice. Don't spoil a good thing."

She gave a little growl and pricked him with her nails, but if she'd meant it, she'd have drawn blood. "You're trying my patience, choirboy." Moving his chin with her finger and making him look at her, she asked him seriously, "Will you be able to sleep now?"

He smiled lazily with one side of his mouth, but it never reached his eyes. "Think so. Thanks, Ange."

"Well, you know," she mumbled. "One of us has to stay sane."

Snippet Saturday!

I've cracked 27,000 words. I have a rudimentary plot. Thanks to a Word War with the lovely and effulgent sunnyd_lite, I've done my 250 words today, and did over 1300 yesterday. Yay. Thus, I bring you a snippet.

So. Ben has awakened from (yet another) nightmare, and Angeline has given him a backrub. And...go:

Ten minutes later, he was blissed out and half asleep. He barely noticed when she trailed a series of kisses up his spine, from his waist to his neck. She rolled him over gently to his back and snuggled into his side.

He wrapped an arm around her automatically. "You're cuddly today," he murmured.

She kissed his pec, running her hands across his chest, working her lips up to his throat. "Want more than cuddles," she breathed against his neck.

"Married man, Ange."

"You're not getting out of here. You're never going to see her again. You're an immortal werewolf." She walked her fingers down his thigh. "A lifetime that long is too bloody long to be celibate."

He caught her hand before it went anywhere too personal. "I've been here less than a month. I'll cope for now."

"Your misplaced sense of loyalty is going to get us in trouble. They know me, and they all expect--"

"We'll deal with that when it happens." He moved her down to pillow her head on his shoulder, gently but firmly, and squeezed her. "This was nice. Don't spoil a good thing."

She gave a little growl and pricked him with her nails, but if she'd meant it, she'd have drawn blood. "You're trying my patience, choirboy." Moving his chin with her finger and making him look at her, she asked him seriously, "Will you be able to sleep now?"

He smiled lazily with one side of his mouth, but it never reached his eyes. "Think so. Thanks, Ange."

"Well, you know," she mumbled. "One of us has to stay sane."

Um.

Yeah, either I'm screwed up or this character is.

Actually, scratch that. It's not an either/or situation. It's entirely possible that I'm equally as screwed up as Angeline is.

Because she loves Ben. She does. But she's just done something fairly awful to him, something that will make him seriously question himself and everything he stands for and foul up his self-image for years--

And she's going to be completely puzzled when he reacts *cough* badly *cough* to this, because she has no frame of reference for thinking of what they just did together as anything but good.

Just because she's over 230 years old doesn't mean she's ever gotten good at relationships.

Um.

Yeah, either I'm screwed up or this character is.

Actually, scratch that. It's not an either/or situation. It's entirely possible that I'm equally as screwed up as Angeline is.

Because she loves Ben. She does. But she's just done something fairly awful to him, something that will make him seriously question himself and everything he stands for and foul up his self-image for years--

And she's going to be completely puzzled when he reacts *cough* badly *cough* to this, because she has no frame of reference for thinking of what they just did together as anything but good.

Just because she's over 230 years old doesn't mean she's ever gotten good at relationships.