Post by scooter on Dec 19, 2021 0:00:35 GMT -6
Working through a minor writer's block on the story that is currently being spun on my Original Fiction forum - I will let Sharon make the decision to link to it or not. Such is the case when you are dealing with a story that others can write on and which could go in any unexpected direction at the drop of a hat.
My character is a spy who has just left his agency for unknown reasons - though he feels they are corrupt beyond redemption, and I believe he's about to get an idea how bad they are.
Here's what I have so far:
Dangerous, was what this was. He heard the word echoing in his head numerous times, and he fought to dismiss it every time. Dangerous.
That's not the usual reaction to a panting and sated flight attendant in bed with you, though it did explain Miles's repeated attempts at dismissal. He knew that Lakshmi wasn't in The Organization; he would have recognized her immediately. And he had insisted on retrieving the first of his caches before giving her a call, so he was at least materially prepared. But everything about this girl screamed "honeypot". She was almost certainly not who she presented herself as - and yet, here she was: naked...warm...inviting and eager, still, even after the earlier events of the evening. Thinking and reasoning were practically out of the question, and Lyrican silently cursed whomever had sent her, because they understood his weaknesses far too well.
"Mmmmmm," Lakshmi purred lewdly as her head, with marvelously tousled hair, emerged from under the covers. She cradled her chin in her hand. "That was amazing, darling. But I think I may need to reset my jaw."
"All in a good cause," said Miles, softly pulling her to his chest, where she settled contentedly.
That's not the usual reaction to a panting and sated flight attendant in bed with you, though it did explain Miles's repeated attempts at dismissal. He knew that Lakshmi wasn't in The Organization; he would have recognized her immediately. And he had insisted on retrieving the first of his caches before giving her a call, so he was at least materially prepared. But everything about this girl screamed "honeypot". She was almost certainly not who she presented herself as - and yet, here she was: naked...warm...inviting and eager, still, even after the earlier events of the evening. Thinking and reasoning were practically out of the question, and Lyrican silently cursed whomever had sent her, because they understood his weaknesses far too well.
"Mmmmmm," Lakshmi purred lewdly as her head, with marvelously tousled hair, emerged from under the covers. She cradled her chin in her hand. "That was amazing, darling. But I think I may need to reset my jaw."
"All in a good cause," said Miles, softly pulling her to his chest, where she settled contentedly.
Good start?
