*crawls into bed* Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Cotton definitely. Not quite as classy or sexy as silk, but I
like the feel of the coolness of the cotton against my skin. Maybe I have a cotton fetish…
Silk is a little too slippery for my tastes, as well. What are you wearing?
A smile.
And a very pretty one it is, at that! What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Hmmm…it can’t be too crumbly, ‘cause then
we’d have to get out of our cozy little pit to brush the crumbs off. But it has to be decadent enough to be
worthwhile…Belgian chocolates, which I will of course hand feed you…
Mmmm. We can feed them to each other. If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
OMG this is so sad, but I’m out and proud, I’m not ashamed *takes deep
breath*. Every official Supernatural
magazine to date, bar the first one.
There I said it. It’s out there. Woooh, feels great to say it out loud.
I don’t think there’s anything else…oh
apart from an eight inch, double eared rabbit…and spare batteries.
LOL. I love the blaise way you say that. Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during
the night?
I can’t stand to get too hot, so I kind of
sleep half in and half out of the covers.
Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Honey, you can put them anywhere you like ;)
What are we reading?
We are reading the Chasing the Dream
Anthology which is due for release on the 17 September 2011. It’s a collaboration between Patricia Logan,
Sue Brown, GA Hauser, SammyJo Hunt and myself around our own interpretation of
Chasing the Dream. Here is a snippet of
my contribution…
Dreaming of You.
1861
Sebastian looked out of the dirty window again. He
pulled on the chain at his waist and opened his pocket watch. Thomas should
have been here an hour ago. Panic began to unfurl in the pit of his stomach.
Where was he? Ambrose, Thomas'
manservant, had delivered a frantically scribbled note in the wee hours,
instructing Sebastian to meet Thomas at ten. It was now past eleven and
Sebastian was growing increasingly anxious. Thomas was never late. Every minute
they spent together was too precious, and his love would never keep him
waiting. Unless someone was preventing
him from leaving? Sebastian closed his ears to the inner voice and its
panic filled mutterings. "No," he snarled aloud. "He's
coming."
By a quarter after twelve, Sebastian was frantic. He
strode across the room and grabbed his gloves from the broken chair in the
corner and shoved his fingers inside the leather just as he heard the sound of
an approaching horse. Thank God! Dropping
the gloves, he ran to the door and threw it open, lunging through it to catch
Thomas as he all but fell from his steed.
"My love? Thomas?" Sebastian ignored Thomas'
protests and picked him up in his arms, carrying him into the shack and kicking
the door closed behind them. "What is it? Thomas, you're scaring me."
He lowered the smaller man to the makeshift bed they had constructed before the
fireplace and sank to his knees beside him. "Thom —?" His words
stilled in his throat as he removed Thomas' hat and it fell to the floor from
his suddenly numb fingers. A white hot anger, the like of which he had never
experienced, rushed through his body like a stormy sea onto the rocks. Lifting
his hand, he touched his fingers to the tufts of white-blond hair that clung to
Thomas' shorn head, hair that had been hacked off by a violent hand. His touch
was gentle, but his voice was ice cold. "Who did this?" He cupped
Thomas' face in his hands and lifted so that he could look into his beautiful
green eyes. "Who did this?"
"Father," Thomas mumbled, his fingers pulling
at Sebastian's wrists as he tried to turn away from his searching gaze.
"Please…don't look at me."
"Don't be foolish," Sebastian urged gently,
holding the man's face in place and refusing to let him go. "What was his
reasoning for this?"
Realizing that his struggles were futile, Thomas
curled his fingers around Sebastian's and held on tight. "He found my
journal. He knows about us." His green eyes filled with tears. "He
had two of the servants hold me down and he cut off my hair. All the while he
yelled obscenities at me. Called me filthy names. Said you wouldn't want me
when he'd finished." His voice broke on the last and a sob fell from his
lips. "My love, he's sending me away."
"What?" Sebastian hissed,
thumbing at the tears spilling from beneath long pale lashes. "He can't do
that. I won't allow it." He pulled Thomas into his arms and held him
tightly against his chest. "He'd have to kill me first." Burying his
face against Thomas' neck, he inhaled the scent of soft skin and pressed his
lips to Thomas' fluttering pulse. "I'll never let him take you from
me."
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