Three more snippets from my Tumblr... If you haven't figured it out already - I have a story called "Something New" it's rated M, so it's not going to show up in the default filters. Click my name, start reading, tell me what you think. - Thanks
Reluctantly, she buttoned up her coat to walk through the square and back to her apartment. If she used her imagination, the added warmth felt a little like being held and heated by him. While she wanted to revel in it, to hug herself tightly and imagine her arms to be his, the further from the moment, the more confused she became.
.
.
If he would just relax, let his eyes close; he could have been asleep in seconds if it weren't for the accelerating thrum of his heart every time he contemplated his last nightmare. He convinces himself that exhaustion kept him from remembering, from waking up, maybe even from having them all together. He propped himself up with an elbow shifting side to side on the hard-seated kitchen chair to relieve a little of the ache the hours of stillness has attached to the position. He stated an empty promise to himself: he'll open his eyes at the count of three.
One…. two….
Three.
Daylight had leaked across the floor and was striped across his face. The sun blared onto his unprotected retina. He squirmed, stretched and become aware. The pungent fumes of coffee, a now-cold cup filled by the keyboard and a cold egg sandwich by the mouse. Success.
.
.
He lied to himself and said it wasn't because he didn't trust her. But seeing her laughing, leaned in so her ear was perched right next to lips that refused to shout so she could hear them, it flipped a switch.
He assumed his motions were casual, slow and steady, but anyone paying attention would have seen the focused urgency. He fit himself in the small circle, just to her right. The conversation was innocuous enough, as Derrick ran through a summary of what made it to the store room. But the work related conversation wasn't enough to keep him from being eyed and evaluated, like competition, an intruder. He arched an eye brow and softly drug the back of two fingers down her spine, fitted them into back of her jeans to hang casually. Relishing in the annoyance when she leaned into him, balancing against him, not even aware that she'd been claimed.