It’s been 4 weeks since I posted. oooops! my bad! I haven’t done any writing this past month, which saddens me. I need to get back on the boat and I’m hoping posting a WIPpet will help. The blog I was running for reviews has shut down officially, so I should have more time to be writing. It’s only been a week, but I’m still recovering and doing some of the final touches on the blog. Hope to have it completed by the end of next month and wash my hands of it.
I’ve spent a very small amount of time this week looking into marketing for my stories. I’ve gotten slack on it this past year, and I’m definitely seeing it in sales. I need new ideas and new ways to go about doing some marketing that won’t take up too much of my already thin time. Most of what I’ve looked at is how to stream-line everything, not specific tactics, which has actually been rather helpful (for my sanity at least).
Back to WIPpet. This is a continuation of the story I was posting on, Mourn (Kansas Beatitude #2). The funeral is officially over, the service anyway, but they’re still at the church. For some reason, I think make-out scenes in a church are HAWT! hahaha
Today I have 25 sentences. 24 for the day and one for good luck because I so freakin’ need it. This is rough, rough first draft, so yes, typos are included.
Ashley sat her down and shut the door, keeping the lights off. She then disappeared and reappeared with Moira’s plate full of food. “You looked insanely overwhelmed out there.”
“Thanks, I was.”
Moira licked her lips as Ashley sat next to her. Moira’s heart raced as their knees touched. With the services out of the way, Moira could only focus on one thing: Ashley. She’d been there for her throughout the whole week. And if Moira was being honest with herself, there had never been anyone except Ashley.
“I have a few minutes.” Ashley interrupted her thoughts. “Do you need anything else?”
Her voice caught in her throat. Moira bit her lip. She’d been handed a golden opportunity. Ashley was leaning in closer, her eyes focused on her, waiting for an answer to her question. Moira left all other thoughts behind and leaned in, taking the moment as it came.
Their lips touched. Ashley made a surprised noise in the back of her throat, but Moira wasn’t going to let go unless Ashley specifically told her to. She threaded her fingers into the back of Ashley’s hair and tightened her grip, making sure Ashley wasn’t going anywhere. It took Ashley a few more seconds to relax, but when she did, Moira put everything she had into the kiss. She scraped her nails against the nape of Ashley’s neck and slid a hand up her thigh, stopping just as it started to curve into her hip.
Ashley gripped Moira’s arm that was reached out behind her neck and dug her fingers into the fabric. Ashley was moaning, and Moira pressed her tongue against Ashley’s lips. Fluttering her eyes open, she stared in the deep blue before closing them again and focusing only on feeling. It was exactly like they were back in high school again, making out in the locker rooms and the bathrooms and in the back of the school behind the bleachers on the field.
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4 thoughts on “Running with the #WIPpet #WIPpetWednesday”
*fans self* yep, definitely hot. And a little sweet, too. :) Welcome back!
Yep, hot. And I agree with Fallon, there’s a sweetness to it as well. I love the last bit about making out all over the school..
I’m shocked there’s a church left after that. That was so hot the place should be in embers.
So nice, the way Ashley is taking care of Moira – and the very delicious way Moira expresses her – ummm- gratitude….and more!
Really, I’m amazed any time a new mom writes anything. I had a very long dry spell for writing while I was making and tending to tiny people. Now, one of those tiny people is about to be 15 (Whoa, wait! WHAT??????) and his little sister is 12, and they both write fan fiction, which means they are great at letting me do what I do.
Give yourself credit for every word brought forth with a wee one in your life! =D