Lilies, Keukenhof, Netherlands, April 2011
“Such a change from the first time, a year ago. I thought you’d leap from this sofa, and bolt for the door. I might have chased you down, carried you back, but now? You walk in head high, look us directly in the eyes, and beg.” Ash says, clothed, pressed to her, thrusting slightly. She can feel how turned on he is, through his pants, through the fabric of her skirts. She gasps, as he takes her arms and pins them behind her back, leaving her without support over the couch.
“What’s this?” he asks, lifting the cuff of her jacket, as far as the buckle allows. Julia grins. He lifts her up, and turns her to face him, not angry, only curious, baffled. “What have you done, pretty mortal?”
She stands still, as he works the buckles of the jacket, his fingers rushing and tripping in his curiousity and frantic movements. She smiles, the secret about to be revealed, but not participating in the unveiling, making them work for the prize. James comes around to where she stands, and takes the cuff of her jacket, and starts undoing the buckles.
“Nothing comes off if they’re not undone.” Julia says, as they take her arms, and lift the jacket away, leaving her in her bare skin, and corset barely covering her breasts. Pale skin on vibrant deep red. Ash takes one of her wrists and lifts it to look.
“What have you done?” He asks again, tracing the fresh tattooed skin.
“Marked myself.” She says.
A novella that went all novel on me. Almost finished first draft. Something tantalizing to start your monday and my last week of classes for the term.
Because I’m nice like that.