First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which There are Second Thoughts – and Third.
THIS CHAPTER IS NOW DEPRECATED AND IS NOT CANON.
In Which They Stop Kissing Long Enough to Talk is the last canon chapter before the rewrite begins.
See the rewrite beginning here – http://www.lynthornealder.com/2020/06/26/beekeeper-in-which-they-go-to-bed/
Her eyes were closed. He liked that; it let him watch her face. Her hands were on him like she was trying to pin him down – who was he kidding? She could pin him down without any hands at all – and her expression was somewhere else, somewhere reaching for bliss.
He brushed his lips against hers, then kissed her properly. He was on his back, and she was on top of him and…
He closed his eyes and stopped thinking for a while. She was moving above him and that was, for the moment, all that mattered.
When he opened his eyes, it was to kiss her again. Like this, he could feel the press of her collar against his neck. Her collar. Would it be so bad…?
Not the time to think about such things. He ran his hands up and down her back. He wondered, in a way he hadn’t for a while, what her Change was. He hadn’t Un-Masked for her; wouldn’t have if she had demanded it, might have if she’d asked it. She’d done neither, and her Mask was up, too. He kissed her collarbones, wondering.
“Penny for your thoughts,” she murmured. He grinned at her.
“Pennies, really? Those are pretty valuable now, all that copper.”
For a second, he thought he’d flustered her. Then she stroked his hair – gently, he couldn’t remember anyone being that gentle with him – and smiled.
“So’re your thoughts. Valuable, that is.”
He kissed her, his hand low enough down on her back that it wasn’t holding her and high enough up that she knew what he wanted. And for a while, he didn’t have any thoughts to give, for a penny or for a whole hive of honey.
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