Friday, January 1, 2010

snippet #004

Happy New Year. I had great plans for the #JournalingGame prompt "nothing separating us but skin"... and then a friend landed in the hospital with a heart attack and my assassin threw a temper tantrum then took over my brain. It sucks. It's crapdraft quality. But, hey, look! I wrote something! Ta-da.

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My dearest,

You're so far from me now, but soon that will change. Soon you'll be by my side, in my arms, again. The waiting is torture.

I'm eager to kiss you - your lips, your eyelids, your cheeks, your chin, your neck, your whole body. I want to run my fingers through your hair and nibble on your shoulders right where it makes you tremble and exhale those low moans I love so much. I want to undress you, covering each bit of exposed skin with nibbling kisses, worshiping the heavenly gift that you are. I want to touch and taste every part of you until you're writhing and aching for me as much as I ache for you. Then I want to get closer to you until there's nothing separating us but skin, and even that feels like it's searing away under the heat of our passion.

Come home soon, love. I'm waiting for you. I miss you.

Yours. Always.



Ophelia sprinkled pounce over the parchment and leaned back in her chair. Her gaze drifted across the dimly lit dungeon to the limp figure of a man hanging on her wall. He was responsible for Shadow being gone.

After a long, thoughtful moment, the assassin tapped the pounce back into its pot and sealed the letter to her husband. She looked at the man on the wall again. "You will tell me where he is, you know. It's just a matter of time. You'll either tell me or I'll rip it out of your mind." She smiled coldly when she stood and walked to him to tap him on the chest. "And trust me when I tell you that's not the option you want to choose."

A girlish giggle came from the darkest corner of the dungeon. "The last person she did that to..." Ophelia's sister, Fay, emerged from the darkness and more gleeful giggling echoed off the stone walls. "I've never seen a human body do that and I've seen it all, baby. I want to see it again."

Both girls looked at the man shackled and hanging against the wall of Ophelia's dungeon, the man responsible for her husband's disappearance. Both girls flashed cold, dark, sinister grins. Somebody was about to have a very, very bad day.

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Love and bondage,
Rubi Jayne <3<3