Tag: on monday

Writer’s Meme

Copy and paste part of a WIP and then tag 10 of your friends. 

I was tagged by @rabidchild67.  Thanks BB!

I’ve been crap at writing lately, but as it turns out I was trapped in the car for several hours today and so I, too, have words!  From the epilogue that never ends, and is at 9k words and counting:

It was a quiet drive to the pizza parlor, Zach driving while Chris texted their contact at Vista.  Nathan roused himself finally when they got home.

“We should bring her dvds,” Nathan said through a mouthful of pizza.  “There was a player in her T.V.  She’s too little to read books by herself, but she’d like Gustafer videos.”

“We can’t get those in stores, buddy,” Chris said.  “And we don’t have time to order them online.”

“She can borrow mine,” Nathan answered, taking another bite.  Chris turned to Zach and raised an eyebrow, making Zach grin.

“That’s…very generous of you,” Zach said.  “We can wrap them up in the morning before we go.”

“She needs a stuffy, too,” Nathan asserted.  “She should have one of hers, but I could give her my extra Build-A-Bear.  I don’t really like that purple one much.  It’s too squishy.  But her arms a smaller, so it will fit her better.”

Zach swallowed, and Chris cleared his throat uncomfortably.  “You know, Nathan,” Chris said quietly.  “We might not see her again after tomorrow.  I’m… I’m very proud that you want to help her, but we might not be able to get your things back if you loan them to her.”

Nathan furrowed his brow.

“It’s okay,” Zach reassured.  “We can order you new copies of the videos, and I’m sure Auntie Katie will be thrilled to take you to Build-A-Bear again.  These are good ideas.  You’re a good boy.”

“But… we might not see her again?”

“We’ll see her tomorrow,” Zach assured him. “And then we’ll… see.  There are other people who want her in their family, too.”

“But, not even for a play date?”

Chris caught Zach’s eye before answering, “Let’s just take it one day at a time, okay?  Let’s be happy we get to see her tomorrow, and try to make that as fun as possible.  And tonight too.  What should we do tonight that’s fun?  There’s still an hour or two before bedtime.”

The evening moved on to games and bathtime and bedtime. Once Nathan was down, Chris and Zach opened some wine and talked more about the visit, pulled together their documentation from Vista, and got confirmation from their adoption assistant that he’d be there by one.  Chris was reserved through the  conversation.  Not unenthusiastic; he made it clear that he wanted to go for it, accept Mira if they were offered her.  But he was strangely reticent.  Or maybe just tired.

They turned in early, but Zach woke at 2:30 to find the other side of the bed empty and cold.

I’ll tag @ao3-brihna, @drgrlfriend, @lesbianchrispine, @multifandom-madnesss, @psychoticpterodactyl16, @rycolfan, @television-and-tea, @trekbedtimestories, @seepunkrun, and @suedescripture.

Six(ish) Sentence Sunday on Monday

ato-the-bean:

From Cleaving:

Zach closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the edge of the tub, shifting slightly to get a jet positioned between his shoulder-blades and tangling his legs with Chris’.  He felt Chris’ legs shift as he stretched, and then something icy cold touched his hand.  He smiled, taking the glass of Prosecco, opening his eyes as he felt Chris lean back.

“How many times have we actually done this?” Chris asked, reaching back to turn off the water.  

Zach hadn’t realized how loud the rushing water had been until the sound was gone.  The air almost shifted as the prevalent sounds became the much softer hum of the jets and atmospheric groove of the music. 

“Done what?  Relaxed?”

“No.”  Chris took a sip, thinking.  “Just, our entire friendship, before we got together, I always thought of you as this really sensual guy.”

“Hedonistic, you mean.”

Chris laughed.  “No.  I wasn’t going to say that.  Just… enjoyed your senses.  I mean, we’ve had great meals together, and great sex, and I know I can get pretty tactile at times—”

“You?” 

Chris kicked at him, and Zach caught at his foot under the water with a laugh and held it, stroking Chris’ ankle with his thumb. Chris’ eyes fluttered closed as he relaxed against the tub again.  “Hmmm.  But we don’t seem to do this very often.”

Zach knew what he meant.  “We’re dads,” he said simply.  “With careers.  We’re lucky if we stay awake through a movie on the sofa after Nathan’s gone to bed. And, in our defense, we do an almost embarrassing amount of snuggling on those nights.”  And it didn’t always stay innocent.  Zach thought back to a particular night when the mood shifted unexpectedly during a movie and Chris was suddenly needy and responsive and deliciously demanding, asking Zach to take him for the first time.  A shiver ran through Zach.  That had been ages ago: before they’d learned each others bodies.  Before they’d gotten so bogged down in work they’d forgotten to enjoy them. 

“We are dads,” Chris answered.  “And that’s important.  And so is the work, for as long as we can keep at it.  But this is important, too.  I don’t want to forget about this anymore,” he said, running a hand along Zach’s calf.  “Even after the next three days are over.”