this is an October, 2010 birthday drabble ficlet i wrote for my beautiful friend, Arcadian Maggie, that i just recently found on my recovered hard drive. posted here with her gracious permission.
drabbles: Tendril, Courage, Cover, Surrender, Belong
"In our Arms"
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TENDRIL
She dampened the template and lifted it away, pleased with her work. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the burn, on the rhythmic etching of my skin, the harsh stop and start of the buzzing motor. She wiped away the excess ink, and I watched the blood seep and pool on my wrist while she mixed another color.
"You ready?"
I nodded, smiling.
"It complements the other nicely, I think," she said.
I agreed, admiring the tattoo on my other arm. Edward, it said, in an abstract graffiti script. The new work, in organic art nouveau tendrils, spelled Maggie.
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COURAGE
She and Edward knew each other in childhood, but lost track. We ran into her socially one evening, and the way she embraced him eclipsed merely remembering a childhood friend. The fire in her eyes when they met mine left me reeling.
It had been years since I felt that instant sizzle with anyone but Edward, and never with a woman. She dazzled me. It took us three months to invite her to our bed, and another for her to muster the courage.
A happy coincidence, running into an old friend, changed all our lives forever. We've never looked back.
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COVER
We sat down to dinner, dressed to the nines for her birthday. She sat between us, happily accepting our affections throughout the night, returning our little kisses and caresses here and there. I would nibble her neck, and Edward would sneak his hand under the hem of her skirt. We tried to be discreet, but I think anyone with half a brain would see a trio, crazy in love with each other.
I tugged my cuff down gingerly over the gauze, but she noticed. A twinkle in her eye told me she'd already guessed, but I pretended not to notice.
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SURRENDER
He slapped me on the ass, and I kissed him over my shoulder. Beneath me, Maggie gasped, shallow and desperate. The syllables of my name stuttered in time with my body piercing hers.
"Jas… Jasper…"
I was hurtling toward my climax from the overwhelming sensations of my two lovers surrounding and consuming me. Our heavy breaths and the musk of sweaty sex drove everything from my mind except the sensation of Edward's powerful hips driving me deeper into her searing heat. After just a few more moments, I let it take me, surrendering again to the bright flame of bliss.
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BELONG
We lay in a tangled pile of weak limbs and wandering hands, breathless and dizzy, kissing whatever skin was closest. I felt cautious fingertips plucking at my bandage and smiled, surprised she'd waited this long. I propped myself up, with Edward's head tucked against my side, and peered up at her, grinning. His wrists were already marked with my name, and hers. We should have done it together.
She didn't speak, but gently cradled my hand. I kissed away a shimmering tear, and she nodded, beaming.
"You'll always have a place in my arms," I said. "Happy birthday, sweet Maggie."
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i miss writing my boys! xox
