11th November

Let us take a moment to remember those who laid their lives down for us. -Remembrance Day, 2008. 90th anniversary. Thank you.

Now playing: Avril Lavigne - Innocence

Waking up I see that everything is okay, the first time in my life and now it's so great! Slowing down I look around and I am so amazed. I think about the little things that make life great. I wouldn't change a thing about it, this is the best feeling

Today has been rather odd. =O I got home, did a little bit of homework, fell asleep for three hours, did more homework and wrote. Actually, not odd really, considering the amount of sleeping I've been doing lately. Anyway, tonight I got to have my characters angst due to the sex scene I wrote earlier today, and they're currently in the middle of a break-out. They pulled the typical "Doctor, she's sick! Come look!" *bash over the head with a chair and escape* "Ha, suckerrrr" type plot line, but I don't care how unorginal it is. It works. Sort of.

And now for a mini craptacular excerpt. :)

His kisses were sloppy on my neck, wet, and they raised goose bumps all along the flesh of my arms and my bare legs. I shivered, despite the fire burning in the grate, and he must have taken it for a shiver of desire for he suddenly grew more urgent. He moved his hands along the entire length of my body, kissing and murmuring to himself as he did so. He laid me down, began to unbutton the dress from my shoulders, and then I could no longer hold my gaze above me head. I closed my eyes, and waited.

Moments later I felt a familiar rush of cold air, and his wandering hands made their journey lower, patting and poking in places I had hoped never to expose to a man like him again. I was reminded of my last long-term boyfriend, Lucas, who had been a wonderful man with a great personality, but his love-making left a lot to be desired. Sadly, it was like taking a trip down memory lane, only this time there was a horrible knotting fear in my stomach, I was shaking, and I was utterly uncomfortable.

Master Himes seemed totally unawares of this fact, though, and kept at his incessant poking for another few moments. I felt his breath on my legs as he bent to kiss the tender skin on the inside of my thighs. I found myself wishing that he would just get on with it and leave me be. I just wanted to curl up and cry. I couldn’t do that until he had finished.

The violation came suddenly, then, and I almost jumped away from him in shock. Closing my eyes had sheltered me from his actions, allowed me to believe that he was no longer there and it was somebody else, but the sharp shock brought me around again. I opened my eyes, and he grinned down at me, moving over me.

Instantly I wished I’d kept my eyes closed, though, because now he was talking to me. He was whispering sweet nothings into my ears, expecting a response. I lay there, stony and cold and trying my best not to cry as he moved.

“Come on baby, talk to me,” he whispered longingly. “Come on baby, come on.”

I ignored him, pretending that he wasn’t there. There was nothing there but me in the middle of an empty room. The sensation was all in my imagination. And then I thought of Boo, and the fear that trebled in my stomach was for her. I knew what to expect, did she? I knew how to handle myself, did she? At least he was being gentle for me… Would Boo be so lucky?

Words written today: 3,944
Wordcount: 62,069.

This innocence is brilliant, I hope that it will stay. This moment is perfect, please don't go away, I need you now, and I'll hold on to it, don't you let it pass you by...