Wednesday, October 3, 2012

{night before} a Menage Monday #43 prompt

He groaned as he rolled over; the sun piercing through the curtains she had flung back in disgust moments earlier. Even through hooded eyes, the sun shone a direct line to his pounding brain.

He glimpsed her towering form over his prone body, and though it was far too late for what ifs, he thought if only he hadn't found that bottle last night. If only he was a man of stronger ilk. If only. If only. If only. The words were on constant repeat in his throbbing head. He groaned again as the bed springs beside him squeaked. He rolled toward her warmth, his body molding into her welcoming curves.

"You realise my Pa's going to be furious when he finds out you drank his special ale"

He shrugged as he struggled to open one eye and slowly wink at her.

Biting back the beginnings of a rare smile, "What can I do with you?" she said.


Not exactly linking up since the link actually closed two days ago, but I have hit October with renewed energy for all things writing. This one is for the prompt provided over Menage Monday earlier in the week. It's a slow re-entry into writing daily once more. Go easy on constructive criticism if you have any for me? 

1 comment:

LittleWhiteDove said...

Sorry I'm behind on reading this side of you, my dear. I'm loving all these snippets, seems like there is a lot of sadness fro your characters xx