The full chapter should be out in the next couple of days, as long as RL doesn't give me a swift kick in the ass or something....
FYI: In case you miss the reference, this chapter takes place in London.
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He showed me around, pointing out all four bedrooms and the garden in the back, and then he showed me where the bathrooms were. I stared up at him as he opened the door to the bathroom in the hallway and said the words “the loo” and felt an odd sense of nostalgia pass through me. The scene, albeit in London instead of Malibu, was identical to the day of my interview, only there were no awkward pauses or incessant thoughts of wanting to fuck him senseless.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true. I always had incessant thoughts of having sex with him, and I didn’t think that would change any time soon — if ever. But there wasn’t any of the guilt associated with it now.
He caught my shift and furrowed his brow. “Bella?”
“Sorry. I was just thinking about the day of my interview.”
“Ah. The day that changed my life.”
I rolled my eyes. “Edward.”
“You can’t deny it so don’t bother. I fell in love and got married. Those are two events that most people would consider life changing.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
He cupped the back of my neck and brought my lips to his, kissing me with a passion that had my head spinning in no time. My hands wound in his hair, and I moaned unabashedly into his mouth, making him grin and pull back.
“You’ve no idea how much I wanted you that day, baby. I thought I might go mad with it, with not being able to touch you.”
“I think I have a pretty good idea. I distinctly remember wanting to shove you down to the ground and have my way with you,” I said wickedly.
“How I wish you would’ve. You’d have saved me from weeks of trying to resist you. Obviously, my resistance was futile as here I am, utterly consumed by you.”
I was at a loss for words again, but it didn’t matter since Edward’s mouth was back on mine. His hand moved into my shirt, holding me to him, while his other hand left a trail of fire across my skin. His leg slid in between mine, rubbing me just right. I moaned and pushed against him, only to abruptly stop as a strange buzzing sound went through the apartment.
“That would be Alice.”
Monday, August 30, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
While You Were Gone Ch 4 Teaser
Hey, all. I submitted this to Fictionators for Teaser Monday but waited a day to post it here so that I wasn't completely spamming with updates yesterday.
So here it is... as soon as Stratan and I finish the chapter, it'll be posted!
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The rain started to fall harder, so I rushed up the stoop and into the house before I could get any wetter. Charlie rushed through the kitchen doorway and into the living room with a can of Vitamin R in one hand and his gun, pointing toward me, in the other.
“You scared me,” he said sternly. “I didn’t know who was stupid enough to break into the Chief of Police’s house, but they weren’t going to get away with it.”
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
He sat the can of beer down and reached over to mute the cheers of the crowd in the baseball stadium so that he could talk to me.
“What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be home until tomorrow.”
“I know.” I shrugged, hoping to play it off until Edward came inside. “But I’m here.”
He stared at me for a moment before walking toward me. The intensity of his gaze had me fidgeting nervously and wondering if this was what made him such a good cop. I felt like squealing like a stuck pig and spilling all the secrets I was holding on my tongue without him so much as uttering a single sound.
The gun in his hand didn’t help matters any, even though rationally, I knew he would never consider using it on me.
“You look different, Bells. Good, but different. Did you do something to your hair?”
A relieved laugh burst out of my chest, causing him to cock his head to the side questioningly. Leave it to Charlie to think that the reason for me looking so different could be explained by a change of my hair.
“Yeah. Angela and I got bored one night and played around with it.”
“Oh.” He glanced back at the floor behind me. “Where are your bags? Did you leave them in the car?”
“Um, no, not exactly…”
“Then where are they?”
“They’re… Well…”
I heard Edward turning the knob and moved aside so that he had room to come in. He was hunched over from the rain, pretending to act as if it bothered him — like a human would. He started through the door just as I heard the loud boom from Charlie’s gun and felt a streak of wind rush past my cheek.
The bullet pierced Edward’s coat and ricocheted off his stone shoulder, immediately lodging itself in the wall across from him and sending a trail of drywall dust down to the floor.
“Hmm. I was actually pretty fond of this coat,” he said casually, examining the hole in the fabric with an annoyed expression.
So here it is... as soon as Stratan and I finish the chapter, it'll be posted!
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The rain started to fall harder, so I rushed up the stoop and into the house before I could get any wetter. Charlie rushed through the kitchen doorway and into the living room with a can of Vitamin R in one hand and his gun, pointing toward me, in the other.
“You scared me,” he said sternly. “I didn’t know who was stupid enough to break into the Chief of Police’s house, but they weren’t going to get away with it.”
“Sorry,” I mumbled.
He sat the can of beer down and reached over to mute the cheers of the crowd in the baseball stadium so that he could talk to me.
“What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be home until tomorrow.”
“I know.” I shrugged, hoping to play it off until Edward came inside. “But I’m here.”
He stared at me for a moment before walking toward me. The intensity of his gaze had me fidgeting nervously and wondering if this was what made him such a good cop. I felt like squealing like a stuck pig and spilling all the secrets I was holding on my tongue without him so much as uttering a single sound.
The gun in his hand didn’t help matters any, even though rationally, I knew he would never consider using it on me.
“You look different, Bells. Good, but different. Did you do something to your hair?”
A relieved laugh burst out of my chest, causing him to cock his head to the side questioningly. Leave it to Charlie to think that the reason for me looking so different could be explained by a change of my hair.
“Yeah. Angela and I got bored one night and played around with it.”
“Oh.” He glanced back at the floor behind me. “Where are your bags? Did you leave them in the car?”
“Um, no, not exactly…”
“Then where are they?”
“They’re… Well…”
I heard Edward turning the knob and moved aside so that he had room to come in. He was hunched over from the rain, pretending to act as if it bothered him — like a human would. He started through the door just as I heard the loud boom from Charlie’s gun and felt a streak of wind rush past my cheek.
The bullet pierced Edward’s coat and ricocheted off his stone shoulder, immediately lodging itself in the wall across from him and sending a trail of drywall dust down to the floor.
“Hmm. I was actually pretty fond of this coat,” he said casually, examining the hole in the fabric with an annoyed expression.
Monday, August 16, 2010
The Man Who Can't Be Moved Ch 35 Teaser
Ok, guys... Sorry updates on this fic have been slow recently; reality is truly kicking my ass right now. School, work, you name it - it all seems to get in the way. That being said, this chapter is already with Stratan, so once he has a chance to run through it, I'll have it posted!
This teaser, as always, is posted over at The Fictionators, too.
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I reached out and took her hand with mine, bringing it to my mouth so that I could nibble on her fingers. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
“What’s not to enjoy? We have this huge, private villa sitting on a private beach with a pool and a hot tub…” She looked around. “A hammock, a gym, and even a little tiki hut built over the grill by the pool. I think you outdid yourself, baby.”
“I know it’s quite large-“
“And expensive,” she added.
I rolled my eyes. She still had no concept of how much money I actually had. “All right, and expensive, but I wanted to make sure we wouldn’t be interrupted. This is the most secluded property in the vicinity. You could prance around naked and no one would ever know. In fact, you should do that now,” I said wickedly.
She snorted a laugh. “Someone’s horny.”
“How in God’s name do you expect me not to feel anything when you’ve been walking around all day in,” I gestured wildly to her bikini, “this?”
Her eyes flashed as she smiled down at me. “You like it, huh?”
“I’d like it better off,” I admitted.
“So take it off,” she challenged.
I snaked my arm around her waist and pulled her down on me, thankful that I weighed so much more than she did so that the hammock didn’t spill us out onto the ground beneath us. I slowly worked my hands up from her hips to the tie at the back of her neck and tugged on the string, eyeing her chest and waiting for the moment that her top fell away so that I could see her fully. I pulled in a sharp breath and smiled as soon as she was exposed to me, bringing my hands back around her body so that I could cup her breasts.
She lowered her body to mine and moaned as my fingers brushed over her nipples. As soon as she was within reach, I dragged my mouth over her shoulder and down to where my hands were still toying with her. Her natural taste was tinged with salt from the air, and her skin was pink and warmed from the sun. She rolled her hips on top of me, causing me to moan as she grazed her body over mine.
I dropped my hands to her hips and pushed her further down on me as I took her mouth with mine. She gasped once and then kissed me back aggressively, silently letting me know just how much she wanted me.
Our hands roamed each other’s bodies as we lost ourselves in the demand we had to come together. I took her face in my hands and pushed her back just enough so that I could see her flushed face.
“Edward, take me inside,” she breathed.
“No. I want to fuck you out here,” I responded.
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So I'm trying to make this blog a little better, but am so completely techno-stupid it's ridiculous. If you have any suggestions about layouts, links, little segments that don't involve teasers - whatever you'd like to see on the blog - let me know. I'm pretty much down for anything!
And don't forget about the forum over at Twilighted. It's been idle for a while now... Hint, hint!
xx
Jen
This teaser, as always, is posted over at The Fictionators, too.
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I reached out and took her hand with mine, bringing it to my mouth so that I could nibble on her fingers. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”
“What’s not to enjoy? We have this huge, private villa sitting on a private beach with a pool and a hot tub…” She looked around. “A hammock, a gym, and even a little tiki hut built over the grill by the pool. I think you outdid yourself, baby.”
“I know it’s quite large-“
“And expensive,” she added.
I rolled my eyes. She still had no concept of how much money I actually had. “All right, and expensive, but I wanted to make sure we wouldn’t be interrupted. This is the most secluded property in the vicinity. You could prance around naked and no one would ever know. In fact, you should do that now,” I said wickedly.
She snorted a laugh. “Someone’s horny.”
“How in God’s name do you expect me not to feel anything when you’ve been walking around all day in,” I gestured wildly to her bikini, “this?”
Her eyes flashed as she smiled down at me. “You like it, huh?”
“I’d like it better off,” I admitted.
“So take it off,” she challenged.
I snaked my arm around her waist and pulled her down on me, thankful that I weighed so much more than she did so that the hammock didn’t spill us out onto the ground beneath us. I slowly worked my hands up from her hips to the tie at the back of her neck and tugged on the string, eyeing her chest and waiting for the moment that her top fell away so that I could see her fully. I pulled in a sharp breath and smiled as soon as she was exposed to me, bringing my hands back around her body so that I could cup her breasts.
She lowered her body to mine and moaned as my fingers brushed over her nipples. As soon as she was within reach, I dragged my mouth over her shoulder and down to where my hands were still toying with her. Her natural taste was tinged with salt from the air, and her skin was pink and warmed from the sun. She rolled her hips on top of me, causing me to moan as she grazed her body over mine.
I dropped my hands to her hips and pushed her further down on me as I took her mouth with mine. She gasped once and then kissed me back aggressively, silently letting me know just how much she wanted me.
Our hands roamed each other’s bodies as we lost ourselves in the demand we had to come together. I took her face in my hands and pushed her back just enough so that I could see her flushed face.
“Edward, take me inside,” she breathed.
“No. I want to fuck you out here,” I responded.
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So I'm trying to make this blog a little better, but am so completely techno-stupid it's ridiculous. If you have any suggestions about layouts, links, little segments that don't involve teasers - whatever you'd like to see on the blog - let me know. I'm pretty much down for anything!
And don't forget about the forum over at Twilighted. It's been idle for a while now... Hint, hint!
xx
Jen
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