#43
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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A series of five semi-related femme slash drabbles, today. Hope you don't mind the extra words. ;)

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All our clothes from the day are still on, but I don't care. Her scent wraps around me, and I'm so fucking lost. I push her against the wall and my fingers begin undoing the buttons on her shirt as quickly as possible.

When my mouth finds hers, I can feel her lips moving, whispered demands and pleas.

"You want me to lick your pussy, baby?" I ask quietly, because I know what the words will do to her.

Her hands pushing my shoulders down is all I need in response.

I drop to my knees and make her scream.

-

The bed is soft beneath me, and she is soft above. Her body is round, feminine; perfect. Each time I look, I find something new to love.

My hands are busy on her skin, but my body needs. The whimpers from my mouth to her flesh are a product of that need, and the conflicting need for her. I want to see her fall apart, watch her come above me as I pleasure her, but I also want that, too. I ache.

Her fingers wind through my hair and tug, eliciting more noise from me as she pushes and pulses.

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She's naked, spread over my legs, hips flush with my left knee. She's always beautiful, but this vulnerability makes her even more so.

I turn at the waist, my left hand touching her lower half softly, and flick my right wrist once it reaches its destination. The small stinging slap sounds against her skin and I can almost feel her smile, although I'm not looking at her face.

My fingers play, seeking, searching, and my other wrist flicks several more times.

"Fuck yourself with my hand," I say.

Once her body begins to move, it's as if we've choreographed everything.

-

She hasn't seen me in the closet, and I smile as I hear the shower start. I'm out of her line of sight, and I hear each piece of her work clothes hit the floor. She makes small noises as she undresses, and when I hear the shower door open and close behind her, I peek out from my hiding spot.

She groans as the water washes over her; I imagine the heat taking away her worries and stresses. Soap slides across her skin, and I'm jealous of bubbles and dirt as they caress the entire length of her body.

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It's the color of her lips as they whisper dirty things in my ear.

When her bra is off, it's the color of her nipples that seem to beg for my attention.

Pink is the color her skin turns as I pinch and pluck, suck and bite, smack and smooth.

Before me, it's the color of her lower lips as my tongue slides between them, provoking a long, slow moan from her.

Her cheeks are light pink when I make my way back into her arms.

On her scribbled note in the morning, pink is the color of the heart.

#42
Prompt: ice floe
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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"Fucking ice floes," she muttered under her breath, shaking her head slowly. "Why does everyone always float away on a fucking ice floe in the saddest part of the movie?"

I watched as she dabbed her eyes with the wadded up tissue in her hand. It was endearing, maybe even slightly adorable, her penchant for crying at the drop of a hat. Pulling her into my lap, I wrapped my arms around her and inhaled. Her face turned to mine and I bit my lip to keep from grinning at her red-rimmed eyes.

"It gets better," I promised. "Keep watching."

I skipped two days; sorry!

#41
Prompt: Audi
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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The car is sleek and fast under her control. She maneuvers it expertly, flying down the roads and twisting into turns. This is when she feels most alive, happiest.

It has all the bells and whistles - her first grown-up indulgence. The seats thaw her and the smell of leather tickles her nose, but what she love most is the sound system. Her iPod is plugged in, and after a few taps on its face, one of her favorite songs begins.

The words warm her heart, bringing a smile to her face, and the thump of the bass shakes her.

#40
Prompt: Sweater
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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She looks at the softness in front of her and tilts her head.

"New sweater?" she asks.

"Mmhmm," the other woman answers, smiling.

"I like it."

She watches as the woman walks away, a quiet whisper of thanks coming from her before she leaves.

They've been friends for what feels like forever, but there's a bubble of something different between them. She can't figure out what it means, that odd warmth in her chest, and she's too afraid to explore it for now.

Still, she studies the retreating body, the lines and curves and shape of it all, and wonders.

#39
Prompt:
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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She touched her lips where the other pair had been only moments before. Warmth and softness pressed against hers, tensed and uncertain.

Was that what she wanted, for the other girl to kiss her? Her mind was spinning, a thousand thoughts a minute, but the one that rang loudest was yes.

Yes, she welcomed and anticipated the kiss.

Yes, she wanted it, nearly as badly as her kissing partner, she was almost certain.

Yes, she wanted more, so much more. If that was what their lips felt like pressed together, what would it feel like to have them pressed elsewhere?

#37
Prompt: Nap
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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I was just slipping under the haze of sleep when I felt her cool body behind me. She slipped under the sheet, pressing herself against me, and I smiled. When she was warmed up, her hands began to explore.

"What're you doing?" I asked, not bothering to open my eyes.

"I couldn't take watching you sleep anymore.”

I laughed and she went back to what she was doing. Our bodies move in tandem, her fingers and hands knowing exactly where to go, and before I can even fully wake up, my orgasm buzzes through my body.

"Nice nap?" she asks.

-

#38
Prompt: Crystal
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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He turns the stone over in his palm, examining it, and my curiosity finally bubbles over.

"What does it do?" I ask.

"It's an ancient crystal," he says. His voice is soft, the timbre rich and luxurious, reminding me that he and I are vastly different. He is not Human, and I am. "You can use it for healing."

"Healing?" My own voice is quiet, much different than the usual high-pitched exuberance pouring from me.

"Not physical healing, exactly. The heart, the brain, sometimes both."

"Huh." I sound positively juvenile in my response, but it's all I can think of.

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This marks the end of the backlog! Starting tomorrow, they will be the drabbles from the day before, so down to one per day, or zero if I'm working on in-progress things. :)

#35
Prompt: Sugar
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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"Sugar, come over here."

His words always affected me, but hearing him use my favorite nickname was perfect. The look in his eyes made my stomach flutter in anticipation.

As best I could, I walked to him, attempting to be seductive while not falling on my face. I had picked dangerously high heels to wear, hoping they wouldn't be on long.

When I was in front of him, his fingertips traced the swell of my breast then down my ribs, over my hip, and around to pull me closer.

His teeth marked the swell of my hip and I sighed.

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#36
Prompt: Frosting
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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As soon as I open the door, the scent hits me -- vanilla. I can hear the mixer and I follow the smell until I'm greeted with the sight of her, and the smell of it.

There's a tray of cupcakes on her left, and she hasn't noticed me, so I sneak up behind her. My hands hold her hips still as I press into her. My nose moves down to her neck and I inhale, comparing her scent versus the scent of the buttercream, deciding they're equally intoxicating.

"Let me have some," I tell her, my hands wandering.

"Some of what?" she asks. Her voice is soft, but laced with anticipation.

As her head falls back to rest on my shoulder, my hands finally reach her bra under her shirt. I can't decide what I want more, her or the frosting, so I just stay quiet.

Sliding my hands back, I unclasp her bra, then unbutton her shirt. Before she can protest, her entire upper half is exposed, she's been turned to face me, and I've stopped the mixer. Dipping two fingers into the bowl, I drop the mixture onto her nipple, then follow it quickly with my mouth.

#33
Prompt: Pilgrims
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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I stood, watching my son speak. He wore a brown paper hat, feathers sticking up in back. His words flowed smoothly and I was exceptionally proud.

I was also broken, knowing that this boy would grow up without his father. Knowing that as I watched him, soaked up this Thanksgiving assembly, somewhere in my body, a war was being waged. A war I could not possibly win, not even with the help of modern medicine and science. They'd said I had only months left.

How would I ever explain it to him? How do you tell a child you're dying?

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#34
Prompt: dirty dreams ;)
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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My knees frame her hips. Her hair is soft in my hands, and when my fingers tighten and release in rhythm with our lips, a soft hum comes from her throat, almost a purr. The sound drives me insane, pulls my body closer to hers like a magnet, and makes me want to slide to my knees and do very bad but fun things to her.

Instead, I stay where I am, riding the waves of intoxicating desire that flow through us both. As I cup her breast in my hand, my thumb finds her nipple and my resolve breaks.

#31
Prompt: candy
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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Her day had been long, so long. From the moment she got into her car, she'd been daydreaming about walking into her quiet apartment and putting it in her mouth.

Once she does, the sweetness dissipates on her tongue, then melts away into nothing. The taste, the texture, everything about it sings to her as she swallows. The sticky sweetness of the candy is one of her favorite sensations, even the smell as she chews.

It's not chocolate -- something else entirely that she appreciates for what it is. The fruity bursts of sugar are perfect. Exactly what she needs.

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#32
Prompt: fondue
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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I watch as the berry dunks below the surface of the melted chocolate. Smiling, I lift my fork to his mouth and wait for him to open. Our eyes connect and his tongue reaches out first, his lips parting and head moving forward as he pulls the sweetness off the fork.

"Good?" I ask, the tug of a smirk at one corner of my mouth.

"Fucking fantastic," he says. "But not nearly as good as you."

We continue like this, feeding each other food and dirty lines, until it's all gone.

The drive home feels like it takes an eternity.

The numbering on these is all wonky, I apologize. Trying to figure it all out would take me too long, and I'd rather spend the time on other tasks. Thank you for your understanding.

#29
Prompt: liar
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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He was hands down the sexiest mother fucker I'd ever seen.

Brandon had worked in our marketing department for six months, and I'd never known someone that could so easily get all of the women around riled up. All he had to do was walk by and our tongues wagged. Not one woman in the sales department would have turned him down, had he ever deigned to lower himself to our level for a date, or even a fuck.

Except me.

I knew Brandon's secret, and I despised him. Everything he was, everything he said, all lies. Liars aren't sexy.

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#30
Prompt: bike
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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I was outside planting the last of the flowers when I saw his bike glide into view. His shoes were still clipped in, but as soon as he reached the edge of the driveway, I heard the familiar sound of unsnapping. I looked up at him, smiling. He was handsome, my husband, and very sweaty.

"Good ride?" I asked, standing.

Sure, I'd seen him that morning before he left, but there was nothing like when he got home, high on whatever it was.

"Shower," was all he said, dragging me away from my garden and into the house.

Yes please.

#27
Prompt: good morning
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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The first thing I think when I wake up is, God, I hope she's still here. Please don't let it all have been a dream.

When I finally brave it and crack my eyelid open, there she is, in front of me. I scoot my body closer to hers and she nudges back against me, consciously or in her sleep, I don't know. With my free hand, I skim over the curve of her hip, under the top of her panties. My fingers roam back and forth as my brain works overtime, contemplating just how far I want to go.

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#28
Prompt: meetings
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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I can hear his voice going on and on, but my mind is a thousand miles away.

Instead of thinking about the laptops, PDAs, and notepads littering the surface, I think about her. I think about her naked, sitting on the table before me. Naked except for her heels, which are resting on the arms of the chair I sit in. She's leaning back on her palms, waiting for me. Watching me.

Just as I've worked up the courage to make my move, I can hear his throat clear, and she vanishes. Just like that, she's gone from my imagination.

#25
Prompt: Coffee
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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The smell, the taste, everything about it intoxicates me.

I stand at the brewer, willing it to just fucking go faster. I need my fix and I need it bad. For half a second, I contemplate sticking my head under the machine. No, too hot, I decide.

Tapping my foot, I wait until the last drop has splashed, then fix it exactly how I like it - a little sugar, a little milk.

The first sip is always the best, and I smile as I tip the mug back. It's not going to be such a bad day, after all.

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#26
Prompt: Movie
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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The room is dark and mostly quiet. There's a movie on in the background, but she can't bring herself to pay attention. There's a gorgeous woman in her lap, someone that far eclipses the beauty of those on screen, and she's having trouble keeping her hands to herself. If she wasn't mistaken, that had been part of the plan all along.

The warm lips on her neck only confirm her suspicions, and before she knows it, her hands are underneath the other woman's shirt. She proceeds slowly, a teasing touch here and there, wanting to remember every feeling and sensation.

#23
Prompt: Protest
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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In her life, she'd been to many public events, even arranged some, but this one was shaping up to be the most important.

Her youth wasn't spent at rallies or political events, but the older she got, the more she realized how important it was to leave behind a place she could be proud of. Her mark on the world wouldn't be left in progeny or money, it would be left in activity.

Scuffed jeans, a faded t-shirt, wallet, keys, and her Docs were all she needed as she headed out the door and on her way to the protest.

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#24
Prompt: Concert
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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All she can think about is how she doesn't belong in this place, with these people, doing this. She's too old, too awkward, too ... something.

She wants to, wants nothing more than to fit in, to be this cool and pretty.

The music starts, the thump of the bass and the sound of the music carries her away. She's no longer trapped in her head, over-thinking everything.

The lyrics, words she has loved for years, surround her. As if on cue, warm arms surround her waist and she knows without a doubt this is one of her best nights ever.

#21
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks. Oops, another 200 words drabble, which is not a drabble at all!

She's standing in the giant closet, unaware of my presence. I'm grateful, as I plan to observe as long as I can.

Black heels adorn her feet. Black stockings are on her legs, drawing my eyes up to garters. They're new, I note mentally, as I focus on the detail of them. My fingers itch to unhook and slowly draw them down her legs.

Her panties rest on her hips, and the urge to pull them down strikes my fingers again.

My undoing, however, is what covers her upper half. The fabric looks soft, molding to her body. It doesn't change her shape drastically, it accentuates everything good about being a woman.

Intricate lace decorates the fabric, and I want to trace it with my fingers, then tongue. I wonder idly what the front looks like as she shifts her weight and I watch her body move effortlessly.

The legs that I want wrapped around me flex and relax. Bare shoulders tease me, whispering how much they, too, want to play. Want to be worshiped.

Wisps of hair are loose at her neck, the rest of it contained in a messy but time-consuming up-do.

Later, it will be much messier.

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#22
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks.

The fabric slipped through Jane's hands, purple silk pooling at her feet as the sheet fell to the ground.

"Slippery, aren't they?" she laughed.

The other woman couldn't help but notice the double entendre, and soon enough, her hand was around Jane's waist.

"They are," Allison said. "I like that."

The look she gave Jane said a thousand unspoken things, their opportunities for public affection limited. As she watched the blush spread across the other woman's cheeks, she thought about what they might do on them, with them, between them.

She could hardly bring herself to blush. Why should she?

#19
Prompt: Freckles
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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The dots are scattered on her skin randomly. Some are smaller, some the size of a pinhead. Each of them entices him, demanding his attention.

As the fabric slips from her shoulders, more skin exposed, he tries to count them. Futile, since there are too many; like counting the ways he loves her, almost.

He has them memorized, the patterns and abstract shapes that decorate her body. The uniqueness of them, of her, emblazoned on his mind. He only has to close his eyes and he can see it all perfectly, each spot he wants to kiss, touch, and love.

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#20
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks. This one is 200 words, because 100 wasn't enough.

Finally. We finally have time to play together. It's been weeks, and I've missed her, ached for her. We have demanding lives, but the time we share is just ours, greedy and good, important.

She's quiet - per my instructions - and waiting patiently before me. The fabric over her eyes prevents her from watching me as I watch her. Her body moves with each breath, and my hand cups her breast, then releasing the purple clothespin over the darkened skin of her nipple.

Her intake of breath makes me smile as I repeat the motion on the other side.

She lays down and I pick up red clothespins, pinching soft skin between my fingers. Spacing them somewhat apart, I place them in the shape of a heart on her abdomen, then kiss her hip before moving lower.

On her thighs, I use random colors and patterns, bringing the skin to life and temporarily depriving it of blood.

I leave her pussy undecorated because it's where I want to be, and I don't need anything in my way.

Before I allow her the privilege of my mouth, I join one of our hands, leaving the other to roam her body.

#17
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks.

Somehow, we've been lying like this longer than I intended. When I suggested a bath, I figured it would immediately turn dirty. Instead, we're tangled legs and arms, bodies as close as they can be, breasts pressed against breasts, and soft, plump lips teasing skin.

I can't really find it in me to complain.

As much as I enjoy making her scream, or making her come so hard she can't even scream, I enjoy this closeness and intimacy, too.

As our bodies glide against one another, I get the feeling she's had enough, too.

"Time to get out," she demands.

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#18
Prompt: Spooky
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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The house was dark, not a single light could be seen from where I stood. I hesitated, lifting my hand and lowering it several times.

I was a grown man, afterall. I shouldn't have been afraid of knocking on a door, but I couldn't help the swell of panic at the exterior of this old Victorian provoked in me.

Mustering the nerve, I brought my hand up again and rapped my knuckles against the wood.

The heel of shoes tapped on floor and the door finally opened, leaving me to wonder exactly who in the hell my next client was.

#15
Prompt: Laugh
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
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The sound of her laugh is musical. Lightness and joy, ease and comfort. My soul soars at her happiness, obvious and subtle. The newness of it all, the tone and pitch of it in my ear, it carries me someplace I've never been. Tickles and tugs at something unknown deep inside.

When she settles into my arms and I can finally breathe the same air as her, my body and brain relax.

It doesn't matter what we're doing, what we're talking about, or where we are. All that matters is that we're together.

Together, we laugh. We live. We love.

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#16
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks.

The leaves have turned and the air is crisp. I watch him pull his jacket on, and I smile. Once we're ready, we lace our fingers together and head out for our nightly walk.

Sticks and leaves are crushed beneath our boots, and the waning sun provides no warmth as we move. I watch him as we walk quietly; his cheeks and nose are pink, a shade matching mine, surely.

We find our spot, our place in the woods, and sit on the log. It's then that the snow begins to fall, and I feel it all around me: magic.

#13
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks.

The sound of skin against skin cracked through the quiet room, followed by a short moan.

"Like that?" he asked, even though he knew the answer.

Of course she did. They both did.

Her lack of a response provoked him, however. Wrapping her hair around his hand, he pulled -- not tight enough to hurt, but not gently enough for her to lose the message.

"Yes," she said. It was enough to get her point across, but not so much that she'd lose her senses and ramble on.

The night had only begun, and they had so much to explore.

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#13 - bonus edition
Prompt: Ghost
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: All copyrighted items remain the content of their holders. The words are mine. Please don't steal them. Thanks.

Bella jumped in her spot with a little scream.

"It's just a movie," I said. "Ghosts aren't real."

Still, I pulled her closer to me, up and onto my lap sideways. My arms wove around her waist and our breathing slowed to the same even tempo.

The room was dark and the movie wasn't that scary (I thought), but there were times when she buried her face in my neck. I loved being that close to her.

Just to mess with her, during another suspenseful part, I blew warm air across her neck.

"Jackass," she muttered, after she'd screamed again.

A/N: Endless thanks to my beta, TwilightMundi. Thank you also to carenl/nerac for pre-reading this for me.

This outtake takes place covering EPOV for chapters 22 & 23. This was the top outtake voted for when I polled on my profile. I still have two Fandom Gives Back DBS outtakes that I'm writing, and those will hopefully be done soon :).

All copyright and trademarked items mentioned herein belong to their respective owners. The remaining content is all mine. No copying or reproduction of this work is permitted without my express written authorization.

Alice had told me that she wanted Bella to come with us to Chicago for Thanksgiving, but Bella declined, saying she had plans.

Sure, it occurred to me to ask what her plans were, but she was sitting in my lap and I could tell from the way her body tensed and tightened that it wasn't a topic she wanted to cover. I kept trying to figure out how to bring it up and find out more about what she was going to do, but school was kicking my ass, and practically every moment not spent thinking about classes was spent sleeping.

When we arrived at my parents' house, we all settled in to our rooms, Rose and Alice sharing a guest bedroom, even though they could have had their own. My mom was a frantic ball of energy, making sure Thanksgiving would be up to everyone's standards, but there was palpable grief in the air.

I felt awkward. I didn't know what to do with myself, and I didn't know what to do or say to help my mom. Several nights had been spent in the library with my father, sipping brandy and soaking in the quiet of each other's company. Even when we couldn't find the words we needed to help, we shared space and somehow that reconnected us.

"Edward," he began the evening before Thanksgiving, "What's new with you?"

Mom had been in the kitchen, Alice and Rose helping her and chatting the night away, and I thought about all of the things I could tell him about.

"Med school is kicking my ass," I said, laughing a bit.

He nodded and smiled back at me. "I'm sure it is. Does that to the best of us. Only gets worse, in fact."

My gut churned at that thought and I desperately wanted to tell him about my doubts and uncertainties. Was I really cut out for med school? Was this the path and life I wanted? I didn't know anymore. Everything in my life was uncertain, except for Bella.

At that thought, I smiled.

"There it is," he teased.

I tiled my head. "What?"

"That smile that's crossed your face several times this week."

Looking down, I swirled my drink, ice cubes melting and making patterns in the alcohol.

"I met someone," I said.

"Yeah?"

Nodding, I continued. "I … I love her. I've missed her so terribly these last few days. You know how they say absence makes the heart grow fonder? I get it now. I don't ever want to be without her again."

"You sound certain," he said. "You look happy. How long have you known her?"

I thought back, counting the months. "Not long. Three or four months?"

As I said the words, I couldn't even believe them. Had it only been a matter of months? It seemed like we'd been so wrapped up in each other, time passed without acknowledgment or marking.

"Maybe give it some time, Edward," he said. "You don't want to rush into these things, not with school ramping up. You never know."

But his words only solidified my feelings, in my heart and in my head. I knew what I wanted to do for Christmas in that moment, and smiled again.

"It's not rushing, Dad. I know how it can seem that way to you, but I promise, we'll move at a reasonable pace. I just can't be without her."

As if he understood, and he probably did, he just shrugged and went back to his paper.

The next morning, fresh homemade cinnamon rolls were breakfast, and the day was a non-stop orgy of food. I wasn't going to complain, having lived almost exclusively on cafe food, and the occasional meal cooked with Bella.

Sometime after dinner, my phone rang, and I was surprised to see it was Bella. Answering quickly, I settled into a comfortable chair for what I hoped would be a nice conversation. Instead, her frantic and panicked voice made me immediately worry for her.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine... just a fucking idiot," she said, pausing to take a deep breath. "Edward, I need to tell you something. When I told you I had plans for Thanksgiving, I wasn't being honest." There was another pause, and I waited for her to explain. "It's not like I out and out lied, I just had plans to stay here."

My mind was spinning with possible explanation. Why would she not want to come with us? Did she not feel as strongly for me as I felt for her?

"Do you hate me?" she asked, her voice tiny and small.

I hated myself for allowing the silence to make her think that, even for a second. "What? No, Bella, of course I don't hate you." In a heartbeat, I decided to go with honesty and just ask what I'd been wondering. "Why didn't you come with us? Do you not want to meet my family?"

After she reassured me that had nothing to do with it, we talked a bit more, and I found out Jasper had been over. I was angry and hurt, not only that she'd clearly opened up and confided in him, but that he'd been there for her when I wasn't. When I couldn't be, physically, and when I'd been too busy to check in with her emotionally before I left.

Of course the holidays would be difficult for her. Why hadn't I realized that? As I berated myself mentally, the call came to a natural conclusion, and I could see Alice out of the corner of my eye, motioning for me. I didn't want to let Bella go, but I needed time to think, and said as much. It practically broke my fucking heart when she asked if she could still plan to pick us up, but of course the answer was yes.

Alice could tell something was wrong, so we talked quickly in the hallway on our way back to the main room.

"What happened?" she asked, taking my hands in hers.

"Bella's at the dorms. She didn't have anywhere to go, probably didn't feel comfortable coming with us, but..."

I shrugged. I wasn't pleased with Jasper, but I also didn't want to have to explain things to Alice on the way back to everyone.

"It'll be okay, sweetie," Alice said. She gave me a quick hug and we walked back to join the group.

I didn't want to text Bella that night; I knew if I did, I'd risk making things awkward or uncomfortable, unable to find the right words to say in that moment. Sometime later, Alice excused herself to take a phone call from Jasper, and the game broke up. None of us had been particularly interested in playing, in truth.

The next morning, I expected to wake up to a text from her, but my phone was still and empty. No texts, no missed calls, nothing. I wasted the day doing nothing, just trying to keep myself busy and my brain occupied. By night, I couldn't help it; I texted her to let her know I missed her, and ask if she missed me. When she replied, it felt like I could finally breathe again, and slept soundly.

Leaving my parents was difficult, but I knew we'd all be back for Christmas. I'd already decided that I wanted Bella to come along with my family, and hoped she would be okay with me making the plans.

After we'd eaten breakfast, I spent more time with Dad in his study, talking. I realized that all of my life, I'd taken his presence for granted. He was wise and caring, and had a lot of insight into life. Going through losing Anna with my mom was clearly something that impacted him, even still, and I noticed he had a much more laissez-faire attitude about life. Whereas before, he was adamant that I should be a doctor and placed emphasis on success, now he spoke more about being happy and surrounding myself with joy.

I found his words to be uplifting and exactly what I needed, but I felt a sort of weight over me still. I really wasn't looking forward to talking to Bella about what had happened, mostly because it meant digging into my own pain as well. I knew what it was like to want to seal yourself off from everyone, and I also knew the consequences of that. I'd spent too much time lonely and miserable after my sister died.

Finally, it was time to leave for the airport. We said our goodbyes, and after a round of hugs and kisses, Mom wiping her eyes and looking the other way, we went back to school. Everyone had been giving me space, and even though I knew Rose and Alice wanted to talk, to defend Bella, they kept quiet. I listened to music through the flight, allowing my mind to wander and work.

When we arrived, Bella was waiting for us and her anxiety was palpable. Alice practically tackled her, then Rose, and finally, I got my hug in. It felt wrong and forced, but I was glad to be back and have her in my arms.

#11
Prompt: Scarf
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks.

The silk fabric drifted across her skin in whispering touches. She watched with anticipation as the scarf made its way down the swell of her breast, across her nipple, and then up her neck.

"Ready?" her love asked.

She was; so amazingly ready for anything and everything she had to offer.

As the soft material wrapped around her head then tightened, the excitement built.

She had no idea what was planned for them, all control for the evening given to the other woman. It was uncomfortable, foreign for her, but she sank into the bliss of their shared pleasure gladly.

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#12
Prompt: Pain
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks.


The pain radiated through her whole body.

"What can I do for you?" Jason asked.

"Nothing," she said with a small sigh. "You already know there's nothing you can do."

She lay there, muscles, bones, joints, everything licking with the flames of discomfort. Some days were better than others; this day, as much as she moved, stretched, repositioned, nothing worked.

On her back, she stared at the ceiling, tears sliding out the sides of her eyes. She was a prisoner in her own body.

"I ran you a bath," he said quietly. "You could try it?"

She would, for him.

#9
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks.

Slowly, carefully, her lover peeled the fabric from her skin. It was a perfect southern summer night, filled with sweet tea, too much food, just the right amount of family and friends, and now their time alone together.

Inside the house, clothes completely shed, the fans blow warm air across her body, and she's grateful for it. Her love pushes cool streams of breath across her skin, and she squirms. Her need and desire continues to grow.

"Please," she whispers, once he's teased her to an almost beyond state of mind.

It was the one word he was waiting for.

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#10
Prompt: Curiosity
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks.

Her eyebrows pull together, and she looks down at the table, deep in thought.

What are the girl's motivations? What does she think about in the quiet darkness of night? What is it she seeks in life, wants from love, is afraid of?

The curiosity burns at her, trails down her throat and into her chest like fire. She wants to know so much, wants to be so close, wants to be allowed inside the special place so obviously few are.

Will the need ever be sated, or will it burn eternal?

Always has been a downfall of hers, curiosity.

#7 was spent writing in a one-shot :)

#8
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks.

"No one will ever love you," he said, venom lacing each word, though his voice stayed level. "No one ever could."

All her life, she'd watched them, fascinated. Watched her mother's eyes become wet and red at his words, his hate. Every day, more vile words slipped out. Some aimed at her, some at her mother. Bitch and fatass were two of his favorites.

The anxiety of never knowing what she'd wake up to wore on her. The anxiety of what would happen when she slept had been wearing on her for years.

She counted the days until her escape.

#5
Prompt: Jeans
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks.

Denim. Jeans. Doesn't matter what you call them, they were keeping me from her.

I watched as she walked around the table, taking great pains to lay each plate flat on the dining surface, teasing me. Did she really need to bend over like that? Couldn't she just lower her arms?

I needed her, wasn't sure I could wait until our guests were gone to bend her over the very same table. As the wine flowed, I thought about her taste, texture, sounds, everything. She was mine, and I was so fucking lucky.

"Ready, baby?" she asked, once they'd gone.

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#6
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks.

The music played softly in the background; the hips swaying and dipping mesmerized her. She stayed at the entrance to the room, head resting against the doorframe, watching her love in this uninhibited moment.

As the voice crooned and the fabric of her skirt skimmed skin, she became jealous.

Unnoticed, she walked up and placed her hands on the other woman's hips, moving their bodies together. Skin against skin, heat radiating between the two of them, sweat glistening.

When the song ended, hand-in-hand, they bumped walls and windows on their way to the ground, where they made their own music.

#3
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks.

The car stops directly in front of her, and her hand reaches for the door immediately; they have no time to waste.

Once inside, she crosses her legs, lace of the thigh-high exposed, and his hand reaches out for her. The smoothness, the certainty of it, feels exquisite to him. This is what he needs tonight – her, this car, the speed, the danger.

His fingers inch higher as she slouches, seatbelt buckled and the car already speeding, back on the freeway. He has one hand on the wheel, and one on her. Right in this moment, his life is perfect.

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#4
Prompt: Prius
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks.

The car is quiet. So quiet, she's never quite certain if it's on or off, and that disarms her.

They arrive at their destination overlooking the whole city. The night is quiet, not even the hum of an engine to disturb their time.

He silently thanks his Prius; not exactly a chick magnet, but right now, he wants to focus on her breathing. The sound, the rhythm. She is his only focus, only thought, only desire.

In a move reminiscent of his teen years, he hitches his seat back and realizes the first true drawback of the cherished vehicle: space.

I waffled about posting these here, but in the end, decided to go ahead and do it.

These are all the product of my #100words challenge that bsmog and I started. The idea? Write at least 100 words a day for 90 days. Most of the time, they are ridiculous non-fic drabbles. Sometimes, I write a very small amount of words that belong to an ongoing story (those will not be posted in pieces, but once the whole piece is completed, so there won't be any spoiling).

I'm already knee deep into this, so I have a lot stock-piled. I'll post two per day until I'm caught up, and then it will go back to once per day, or whenever they are a separate drabble and able to be posted.

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#1
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks.

By the end of the bed, she waits.

The floor is cold, unyielding, but at the same time comforting to her knees. Her head is pressed against the edge of the mattress, at least one part of her body warm and softly held in comfort. The rest of her is exposed – to the air, to the evaluating eyes, to the hands she knows will eventually be on her.

This is her favorite part, though. The waiting. The anticipation. Creating scenarios and moments in her head, only to have them fall drastically short of the exceptional reality that is her relationship.

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#2
Rating: M
Characters: Original/unknown
Disclaimer: These are my original words. Please don't steal them. Thanks.

She's lonely, so alone, in the deepest most true sense of the word.

There are friends, loved ones, people who make the time to talk to her, but her heart beats and echoes in the silence that is singular.

When she goes to the movies, it's one ticket she buys. At dinner after, a table for one. At home? One soft sigh and whimper when she comes by her own hand, and then a single tear she's allowed herself to shed slips down her cheek at the dissatisfaction of it all.

Her life hadn't always been this empty.