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Snowed last night. Perfect timing. Visitors back in England? Check. Kids in bed, holiday safely over? Check. Let it snow, let it snow, let it...well it didn't snow enough for a snow day and the school buses ran but I'm still pouting.
Plus side...two and a half hours alone in the house. Would have been that much writing time too, if I hadn't had to shovel snow. As it is, the latest (last?) chapter of BCD is at 4,000 words and has gone all over the place because Spike lost his temper when neither Giles nor I expected it and now they're arguing when they should be in the bedroom.
Huh. Lovely image of Giles in the chair in the corner of the bedroom, the leather one, butter soft, dark green and wide enough for two, with Giles naked, one leg hooked over the arm of the chair, blatantly exposed,lovely cold grin on his face, eyes gleaming, hard as stone, beckoning Spike over, the collar hanging from the fingers of one hand as his other toys with...wasted, just wasted. Now I'm sulking.
Plus side...two and a half hours alone in the house. Would have been that much writing time too, if I hadn't had to shovel snow. As it is, the latest (last?) chapter of BCD is at 4,000 words and has gone all over the place because Spike lost his temper when neither Giles nor I expected it and now they're arguing when they should be in the bedroom.
Huh. Lovely image of Giles in the chair in the corner of the bedroom, the leather one, butter soft, dark green and wide enough for two, with Giles naked, one leg hooked over the arm of the chair, blatantly exposed,lovely cold grin on his face, eyes gleaming, hard as stone, beckoning Spike over, the collar hanging from the fingers of one hand as his other toys with...wasted, just wasted. Now I'm sulking.