WIP Previews!!!
Here are some sneak previews of my current WIPS!
First Up, we have the next and penultimate chapter of The Twelve Days:
“You were a little vixen today, teasing me. Could you imagine if my own cock got hard at the feast in front of everyone…”
“No one’s around here now….”
“And I tend to take advantage of that…”
It took your breath how he held you, almost trapping you in- a muscle of wall- but you wanted it. You wanted to feel his weight and warmth over you. It wasn’t to crush you it was…a press, a comfort and a thrill to feel him on top of you. To feel his hardness against your skirts.
“I’ll have you on any and every surface if I could…” he said.
Then I have my first fic of Jonathan Pine and Reader where Reader thinks he is just in love with Jed but he falls for Reader and there is pining (or PINE-ning. Heh) and angst with a confession and maybe smut at the end. Here, Y/N is a part of Roper's crew and all she knows about Jonathan other than he's hot and nice is that he goes by Andrew Birch.
Your next step was on a brick that loosened under your foot. You lost your balance and with an intuitive shriek realized you were falling, arms flailing.
Andrew cried out your name as you fell but soon realized it was stopped as he quickly placed his arms and set you so that one arm was on your back and the other under your legs.
He was so, so close. You could hear his heartbeat and feel the sweat from his skin. He was still carrying you as he caught his breath. But your heart kept racing. His eyes darted down…was it to your lips? And then up.
As if you were made of glass, he slowly set you down on your feet. His arms were still on you.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
“Yes, I am.” You confirmed with a nod.
Then I got an idea from a comment to do a kind of sequel/midquel to Stella of Essex or The Vicar's Wife Betrayed. It will be titled Stella's Second Husband and focus on Harry Cavaradossi and Stella Ransome as a married couple with Will dead but her past still haunts her- mainly as an excuse to use all these lines and scenes I got in my head for them that I got after I finished the fic. Here, Harry fantasizes about confronting Will for cheating on Stella.
(Yes, this is how I picture Harry Cavaradossi. Yes, it’s Stella marrying ANOTHER Tom Hiddleston but it’s a guy who’s actually faithful to her. Parallel in looks but opposite in character. So YES it will be two Tom’s fighting each other).
The scene was partially inspired by Natasha, Pierre, and The Great Comet of 1812 with the Pierre and Anatole scene which is perfect because guess who played Natasha Rostova in 2007??🌚🌝 Clemence Poesy, Stella herself!!!
Will would be wearing either his black and white, or the longcoat and scarf, or the dark sweater. Harry would stay there. Fuming. Fists curled. Perhaps like looking into a mirror of his shadow self from their eerily similar looks. A mirror he wanted to crack.
“Reverend, tell me. Are you a priest of the Christian God or a Priest of Zeus?” Harry asked.
Will blinked.
“Who are…”
Harry immediately punched Will right in the face.
“YOU HYPOCRITICAL BASTARD!” Harry roared.
Will backed off, eyes wide and clutching his nose. There would be a bruise already or blood.
“What do you me-“
Harry then laid another punch across Will’s face. He would step back. In the brown house, there were still touches of blue- touches of her. The curtains with flowers. The blue on the tablecloth. The blue vase filled with the flowers from her garden. One would think that this showed how her presence mattered, was important, that Will loved her…
but it was all a façade. A set. This was no man who truly loved Stella the way she loved him. A man who truly loved her would have never done what Will did.
“You know what I mean, you blackguard!”
