Saturday 13 September 2014

#MySexySaturday (9)

 
It’s week 59!!! and for you lovely people we are going into fighting for the ones you want. Kinda the opposite to the movie “He’s Not That Into You.” or maybe we want to see the over the top characters who are over the top about each other, regardless of the situation. the ones who can’t keep their hands off each other. The ones you know will we sitting on the park bench feeding the ducks well into the years the dusty years.

We are looking at the characters who’d die for each other, they are just that into their partner.

I’m again at a loss, I’m not sure if it’s because I just don’t want to see my characters like that, or if I just don’t have any over the top, but for me Phil and Craig come close. Craig left his life as a hunter, his father—everything he ever knew to be with Phil, a werewolf, someone he should have killed on sight.

Only he didn’t, he fell in love, and there isn’t anything either of them wouldn’t do for the other. the scene I’ve choice is one of the sappiest things I’ve ever written, and I thought it might reflect that love even as the rest of the book hold true to the fight to keep on another.
 
 
“Wha’cha doin’?”
“Moving over so you can lie with me,” Phil puffed as he kept on with the struggling.
A startled gasp came from him when he suddenly shifted until his shoulder crunched up against the wall next to his bed. The mattress shifted and the blankets pulled a little as Craig got comfortable on his side facing Phil.
The heat from Craig’s body made Phil tingle all over as naked legs brushed together. His breath hitched as Craig laid his hand on Phil’s belly, his fingers sprayed out, touching the skin underneath it. Phil shifted, getting comfortable, his hip brushing the cloth covering Craig’s dick. He moaned deep in his throat and held completely still as he felt it hardening.
“You’re not well enough,” Craig whispered as Phil’s fingers went into his hair and awkwardly moved his face closer to that they could kiss.
“It’s just a kiss.”
Craig laughed softly.
Phil could feel his lips—they were that close.
“There’s nothing just about a kiss with you, love.”
 
 
Some quick pimping…