"Hmmm..." Ron mutters thoughtfully as he plays absently with my hair. He's also staring at the ceiling, though I have a good idea that's not what he's seeing. "What?" I ask. I nuzzle my head into his shoulder as he pulls his one arm tighter around mine, pulling me tighter against him, to get as close as humanly possible without, well... But we've just finished with that. For now. Read More...
... D&D with 21 PC characters. It was basically a dungeon crawl. It was interesting enough, but there was so much time between turns that I needed something else to do in between. Wasn't so good at remembering rules either. I've never really played D&D, and my brain was fried from the 4 hour car trip from Nelson in the morning. Still much prefer roleplaying games to D&D. ;) Christmas day was pretty ...
... Hutch's pulse, around to the back of Hutch's neck. He used the new leverage to encourage Hutch forward, leaning, himself, to meet Hutch's lips halfway. Hutch made a soft sound, and Starsky moaned, remembering that sound from this morning. It was one of the sounds that Hutch had not used on The Tape. It was too soft, too low for the microphone to catch reliably. It stuck in Hutch's throat and ...
... times would follow. You kept showing up in my life whenever I thought I could go on without you. Finally, I made it my mission to erase you for a few years. I went away to Canada and retreated. Remembering what life was like before all of this shit happened. I had heard that you married her and boy did it hurt my heart. I tried meeting some nice girls, not daring to be with any other man but you....
... the business; four years since she’d last made money from the way she could move her body. Sliding back up she turned pressing the pole between her breasts, bending backward she closed her eyes remembering the feel of her long hair brushing against her back. Standing up right she took a firm hold of the pole with both hands and lifted herself off the ground spinning around the metal, one leg ...
... family, but someone high enough in the family to have guards showing up for a meeting with a non-Italian piqued his interest. “Mr. Griffon, thank you for arriving so promptly.” This time, Krauss rose and, remembering his distaste for shaking hands from their last meeting, gave him an awkward bow. “This is Nicholas Gambino. He's a friend of mine. He wanted to talk to you.” “Save it, Marcus, Mr. ...
...okay Chad? Wanna talk?” It's you. Your pale face, beautiful blue eyes and messy blond hair is standing right before me. “I-I-I--” I just lay there and stutter, trying to say something but not remembering what words sound like. The tears start to flow from my eyes once more and you reach out to hold me. I let you touch me and then the sobs start becoming heavier. I couldn't avoid the past because...
... boys, listen to mama, all right? You can't taste your brother's blood. It would change everything..." Uninterested in that answer, Tom and Bill had gone off to play after Simone had bandaged Bill's knee. Remembering that again, Tom drew Bill's hand up to his face. "Tom!" Bill objected, pulling a scandalized face. "You can't do that..." "Mom's not here," Tom said, raising his brows at his ...
... astonishment. “This, I've got to see.” “They want us to meet them at the Three Broomsticks later.” Pansy's eyes narrowed. “And where, pray tell, are we going first?” she snapped, obviously remembering that she was still angry with him. “I was thinking you might want to go to Madam Puddifoot's,” he said, wrenching her fingers against another escape attempt. “But I suppose we could go anywhere...
... “Which member of the cast would you like to get drunk with?” Sarah asked. “Rob,” Jackson answered immediately. “We used to go to a bar and do open mikes together.” He smiled a bit, remembering his time in Portland. He and Rob had been able to go to bars and perform without people going crazy. Sometimes just the two of them would go, but sometimes the others would come. After every song ...