Snippet Saturday!

Up way too early because there's a writers' conference in American Fork today. I leave you with this (timeline: a couple of days after Ange successfully seduces Ben for the first time, which ended, well, badly):

Ben woke up lying on the floor on his side, his head resting on Angeline's leg. Her hand was stroking him lazily from waist to knee. She hadn't gotten him any clothes when he'd Changed back to human in his sleep, although the fact that her lap made a nice pillow was probably a factor. Maybe.

"Ange," he said, grabbing her hand.

"We can move to the bed if you'll be more comfortable there," she murmured.

"I can't--" The knot in his chest was back.

"You proved amply that you can." She didn't pull her hand away, instead rubbing circles on the back of his with her thumb. "Ben." And he was "Ben" now, not "puppy," or "Benji." "No one gets out of here. No one. All we can do is make the best of it."

"And I'm not going to live very long anyway, so I might as well get what I can while the getting's good?" He sucked in a breath through his teeth and moved onto the sofa. "My ethics aren't quite that...flexible. Just because I slipped once in a moment of weakness doesn't mean it'll be an ongoing thing." He put a throw pillow on his naked lap with a shaking hand.

She sat next to him and wrapped an arm around his stiff shoulders. "Janni's not dead," she admitted. "But you might as well be, to her. This is a life sentence. It can be as easy or as difficult as you make it."

He could feel himself slipping, again. "Ange, please don't. I'm not--" He stopped. He had no idea how to finish that sentence.

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Snippet Saturday!

Up way too early because there's a writers' conference in American Fork today. I leave you with this (timeline: a couple of days after Ange successfully seduces Ben for the first time, which ended, well, badly):

Ben woke up lying on the floor on his side, his head resting on Angeline's leg. Her hand was stroking him lazily from waist to knee. She hadn't gotten him any clothes when he'd Changed back to human in his sleep, although the fact that her lap made a nice pillow was probably a factor. Maybe.

"Ange," he said, grabbing her hand.

"We can move to the bed if you'll be more comfortable there," she murmured.

"I can't--" The knot in his chest was back.

"You proved amply that you can." She didn't pull her hand away, instead rubbing circles on the back of his with her thumb. "Ben." And he was "Ben" now, not "puppy," or "Benji." "No one gets out of here. No one. All we can do is make the best of it."

"And I'm not going to live very long anyway, so I might as well get what I can while the getting's good?" He sucked in a breath through his teeth and moved onto the sofa. "My ethics aren't quite that...flexible. Just because I slipped once in a moment of weakness doesn't mean it'll be an ongoing thing." He put a throw pillow on his naked lap with a shaking hand.

She sat next to him and wrapped an arm around his stiff shoulders. "Janni's not dead," she admitted. "But you might as well be, to her. This is a life sentence. It can be as easy or as difficult as you make it."

He could feel himself slipping, again. "Ange, please don't. I'm not--" He stopped. He had no idea how to finish that sentence.

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