24th November

Now playing: Les Miserables - On My Own

And now I'm all alone again, nowhere to turn, no one to go to. Without a home, without a friend, without a face to say hello to, but now the night is near, and I can make-believe he's here

Today I feel good about myself. I didn't have any homework, so got in, had a nap and then got on with the writing. 4k later I'm another chapter towards ending this thing. >D It makes me feel good, and so now it's just about bed time. :D I'd write more, but to be honest I don't really feel like rambling, and there's a cat sat on my face, making typing this extremely difficult. It's taken me ten minutes to get this far. =O

Excerpt for the day - here's a bit of not-quite-sex:

“Oh hush, you,” I said, reaching out to slap her bare arm lightly. Even despite the snow that was still falling outside she had chosen to wear a vest top and a skirt short enough that if she bent over I could see her underwear- or lack of it. Not that I was complaining, but the distractions were something I could do without. It was crucial that we managed to pull this off, because otherwise I had no idea how it would all work out in the grand scheme of things. If I could kill the morons, how would I ever get rid of any of them?

“Don’t you like to hear the truth?” Olive said, coming towards me and wrapping her arms around my neck. “Does it make you feel inferior?” Inticingly she let her lips linger on mine for a moment, and then pulled away, bouncing into the centre of the large, square room. I took a second to make sure that our trap was secure, and then jumped after her, grabbing her around the waist and tickling her. She giggled happily, squirming away from my touch, and together we danced around the room laughing loudly.

“Shush, shush,” I said, not really caring whether she listened to me or not. I pulled her close, pressed my lips against her and then let my hands wander down her back. She made a tutting motion, pulling away, and then grinned.

“You’re such a tease!” I cried out, reaching for her. She danced away from my fingertips, sliding this way and that as I reached out after her. Her skirt bobbed as she moved, her hair loose and wild. I wanted to grab her and make love to her right there, but that would be incredibly inappropriate- or, at least, we didn’t have time.

“Oh, I do try,” she sung and then stuck her tongue out.

While she was distracted I lunged for her, and together we tumbled towards the corner of the room. I pinned her to the wall, kissing her deeply and holding her arms high above her head so that her midriff was exposed.

“Oooh,” she taunted as I pulled out of our kiss. “Fiesty. I like that in a woman.”

“You’re too young to know what you like in a woman,” I said jokingly. “You’ve only ever had me and that damn robot. How would you know?”

“Maybe I’ve had more?” she breathed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her breath mingled with mine- she smelt like peppermints- and I pressed myself closer to her, our bodies entwined against the wall.

“Really?” I asked with a smirk.

“How many more?”

“Oh, hundreds.”

“Were they better than me?”

“Oh yes, every single one of them.”

“Really?” I kissed her again, and then licked her nose. She tried to keep a straight face, but failed miserably and was soon giggling too hard to speak. “Really really?”

“Yes,” she said in between giggles. “They were all, taller. And they had-”

“Longer fingers?” I tickled her thigh underneath her skirt and she doubled up with laughter, almost headbutting me in the chest. I backed up just in time to catch her, and she tumbled against me, still laughing.

“No,” she gasped. “Your fingers are definitely the longest.”


Words written today: 4,038
Word count: 95,233

On my own, pretending he's beside me. All alone, I walk with him 'til morning...