We interrupt your regularly scheduled FridayKisses and writing tidbits to thru hike the AT. I hope to solve 90% of my plot problems while staring at the top of my tent every night for 6 months. #hikerlife
She lifted a pair of wet panties to wring them dry, her shirt riding up to bear an inch of bronze skin to the sunshine, and I came up behind her to run my hands over that satin-soft swell of belly finally stretching her waistband. “Life in the wild suits you.”
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He promised, and I poured the last of my will into one grateful liplock. I was done. His until sundown, when I would pull my tattered clothes back on, hide the key around my neck, and go back to pretending he meant nothing to me. Just then, he was the moon to my tide.
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“You’re welcome.”
Simple pleasantries, but my lips struggled their way around ‘em like a strange language, and once they were out there, the earth shuddered under me. Two continents grinding along their seam, close enough for foreigners to learn each other’s tongues.
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I spun the knife between my fingers, making it flash in a silver circle. “Do you trust me?”
He watched the blade twirl a moment. “I do.”
Warmth ballooned in my chest, lifting me on tiptoe to kiss him. “Then keep still,” I whispered. “Because if you move, this ends.”
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The water tasted of musk and burnished thighs. “More,” he rasped.
“You come seeking peace, Draugr? Let me hear your manners.”
All the meditation in the world couldn't compose him. “Please,” he spat.
"Good lad," she crooned, and dipped the garment back into the bucket.
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This—this was complete helplessness. It had little to do with the body. Nah. Helplessness was feeling like I’d do anything, say anything, to make him see how much I cared. No matter how it embarrassed me, no matter how I tried to disguise it.
“Please, fuck me.”
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“Come on. Open it.”
“Harrow, whatever it is, keep it. I promise, I got nothing for you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous. Humans don’t give gifts to the Risen.” He clapped a hand over his undead heart. “Just your presence in my afterlife is gift enough.”
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"A new generation,” she sighed. “Just picture it.”
But I didn’t. I was picturing a wild smirk, a sashay of slim hips, a swirling dust devil of cedar and smoke. A lithe body honed to a knife’s edge by hunger and hate. No diamond, all rough, but she #sparkled anyway.
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His voice was raspy, but steady. “Why are you doing this?”
“Cause I want to ask you the same question.”
“I fucked up.”
“Yeah. You did.”
“I’m sorry I fucked up.”
I sucked the inside of my cheek. It’s alright? It wasn’t. I forgive you? Ain’t sure I did. “I believe you.”
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A dude gave me a cloth face mask for the Uber ride home from his place. Is this the modern version of receiving a beau's handkerchief as a token of his affection?
I heard buzz cuts were trendy now, so I paid a barber to shave a small, shaggy animal off my head today instead of waiting til March like I'd planned. As of today, I am officially a divorcee, and also a sucker for hackneyed symbolism.
Goodbye, 2021. You will not be missed.