NaNo Count #3
Nov. 24th, 2010 09:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dracoqueen22Today I'm on chapter six of Shady Hill and still going strong! Turkey Day will see a lapse in writing as I'll be spending all day either working or driving (what luck!) so I'm not anticipating much word adding. BUT! Friday will see the return of Flash Fiction and Saturday is a day off to spend writing, writing, writing. I can't wait.
Like before, I've got a little sneaky-peek at Shady Hill. Just for you. This snippet is from chapter three, features both Jasper and Sander from the previous snippet, and is NSFW. Those are the best snippets, I tell you.
Enjoy!
“I thought fire alters didn’t like water?” Jasper teased as the water soaked his hair, making it cling to his neck and shoulders.
“I like being clean,” Sander corrected, reaching up to adjust the direction of the shower head and nearly spraying Jasper in the face. “There’s a difference. It has nothing to do with the fact I can’t swim.”
Jasper’s brows lifted. This was news to him. “You can’t swim?”
“Never had a chance to learn.” Sander shrugged and grabbed a washcloth and bar of soap. “Turn around. Let me soap you up.”
Jasper complied, and bit back a moan as the soapy washcloth started with his back, Sander applying just enough pressure to make it feel like a massage. It also helped that Sander’s hands were fire alter-warm and roamed accordingly, pressing in all the spots sure to make Jasper tingle. He had a feeling this was less about getting clean and more about Sander’s lust, but it also wasn’t something he minded too terribly.
“You should learn,” Jasper said, his voice wavering.
Sander chuckled. “What for?” he asked, soapy hands sliding down Jasper’s sides, covering him in a soapy film that smelled of Zest.
He had a point. The last public pool had closed two years ago, and the ocean was a four-hour drive away. Lakes and rivers were in short supply around Mareike. Where would Sander have need to swim? Still….
Jasper leaned forward, braced his palms against the opposite wall and let his head hang as soapy fingers worked into the muscles of his back. “I don’t know. It just seems like one of those skills everyone should know. Like how to ride a bike or do a cartwheel.”
“Can’t do that either.”
“What? A cartwheel?”
“No, ride a bike,” Sander clarified and his fingers dug into Jasper’s lower back, working out a knot that forced a moan from Jasper’s lips before he could stop it.
A low chuckle echoed around the shower. “Is that the spot?” Sander asked, pressing against Jasper from behind, his voice a sultry whisper at Jasper’s ears.
“Close enough to it,” Jasper said, and arched back against Sander, fingers flexing against the shower wall. There was a chill, creeping around from the edge of the curtain, but it was quickly chased away by the warmth of Sander’s skin.
Hands slid from his back, up his shoulders, traveling the length of his arms until they covered Jasper’s hands, pinning him in place. Sander pressed against him, bodies aligned, cock nestled against Jasper’s buttocks.
“I think you like me pinning you down,” Sander murmured, nibbling at Jasper’s ear with teeth and tongue, tugging on the gold rings hanging from Jasper’s lobe. “I think you like me taking control.” His hips swiveled, pressing rhythmically against Jasper’s ass, taunting him with promises of sex.
Suds slipped slowly down Jasper’s body, like a delicate caress. He shivered. “I think you’re just a sadist,” he countered, heart picking up in rhythm as his length filled with blood once more, body thrumming with desire.
“Is that so?” Sander chuckled, and drew back, but only long enough for him to spin Jasper around so that they could face each other. “If I’m a sadist, then you’re a tease.”
And now for the inevitable word count update.
Grand Total: 59,834
Composed of: In Darkness Dwells (~26,400), Iridescent (4,503), Flash Fiction (1910), and Shady Hill (26,967)
Like before, I've got a little sneaky-peek at Shady Hill. Just for you. This snippet is from chapter three, features both Jasper and Sander from the previous snippet, and is NSFW. Those are the best snippets, I tell you.
Enjoy!
“I thought fire alters didn’t like water?” Jasper teased as the water soaked his hair, making it cling to his neck and shoulders.
“I like being clean,” Sander corrected, reaching up to adjust the direction of the shower head and nearly spraying Jasper in the face. “There’s a difference. It has nothing to do with the fact I can’t swim.”
Jasper’s brows lifted. This was news to him. “You can’t swim?”
“Never had a chance to learn.” Sander shrugged and grabbed a washcloth and bar of soap. “Turn around. Let me soap you up.”
Jasper complied, and bit back a moan as the soapy washcloth started with his back, Sander applying just enough pressure to make it feel like a massage. It also helped that Sander’s hands were fire alter-warm and roamed accordingly, pressing in all the spots sure to make Jasper tingle. He had a feeling this was less about getting clean and more about Sander’s lust, but it also wasn’t something he minded too terribly.
“You should learn,” Jasper said, his voice wavering.
Sander chuckled. “What for?” he asked, soapy hands sliding down Jasper’s sides, covering him in a soapy film that smelled of Zest.
He had a point. The last public pool had closed two years ago, and the ocean was a four-hour drive away. Lakes and rivers were in short supply around Mareike. Where would Sander have need to swim? Still….
Jasper leaned forward, braced his palms against the opposite wall and let his head hang as soapy fingers worked into the muscles of his back. “I don’t know. It just seems like one of those skills everyone should know. Like how to ride a bike or do a cartwheel.”
“Can’t do that either.”
“What? A cartwheel?”
“No, ride a bike,” Sander clarified and his fingers dug into Jasper’s lower back, working out a knot that forced a moan from Jasper’s lips before he could stop it.
A low chuckle echoed around the shower. “Is that the spot?” Sander asked, pressing against Jasper from behind, his voice a sultry whisper at Jasper’s ears.
“Close enough to it,” Jasper said, and arched back against Sander, fingers flexing against the shower wall. There was a chill, creeping around from the edge of the curtain, but it was quickly chased away by the warmth of Sander’s skin.
Hands slid from his back, up his shoulders, traveling the length of his arms until they covered Jasper’s hands, pinning him in place. Sander pressed against him, bodies aligned, cock nestled against Jasper’s buttocks.
“I think you like me pinning you down,” Sander murmured, nibbling at Jasper’s ear with teeth and tongue, tugging on the gold rings hanging from Jasper’s lobe. “I think you like me taking control.” His hips swiveled, pressing rhythmically against Jasper’s ass, taunting him with promises of sex.
Suds slipped slowly down Jasper’s body, like a delicate caress. He shivered. “I think you’re just a sadist,” he countered, heart picking up in rhythm as his length filled with blood once more, body thrumming with desire.
“Is that so?” Sander chuckled, and drew back, but only long enough for him to spin Jasper around so that they could face each other. “If I’m a sadist, then you’re a tease.”
Grand Total: 59,834
Composed of: In Darkness Dwells (~26,400), Iridescent (4,503), Flash Fiction (1910), and Shady Hill (26,967)
