Sunday, March 24, 2013

Sunday Snippet: Blame it on the Rain

So…who knew I'd grow so attached to Merle the Moron on Walking Dead? I sure didn't. LOL Mum's the word on his fate for now, but wow, what a twist.

Tonight's post is a random bit from Blame it on the Rain, something still in the planning the stages, but this scene would not leave me alone until I wrote it. LOL

I literally have no idea how I'm going to get the characters to the point in the excerpt, but it's sure going to be fun doing it. :D

Here's the tagline:

Vala and Gates work together leading tours through the wilderness and love their job. But when close friends go through a breakup, Val and Gates take opposite sides and it strains their relationship, especially when they get trapped in the elements and have to find shelter for the night.

And here's the snippety peek:

"Geez, do you think this stupid rain will ever stop?" Vala poked at the paltry fire, trying to stir up the embers.
Gates settled back against his rucksack. "Eventually." He shrugged. "You know, it kinda doesn't bother me. I mean, seriously, rain? Real, drenching, soaked to the skin rain." He chuckled. "It's been a while since I've experienced anything like it. It's kind of fun."
Vala snorted, adding more wood to the fire. "Yeah. Loads of laughs to have dripping hair smacking you in the face when the wind gusts." She glanced back over her shoulder and rolled her eyes. "Your definition of fun doesn’t match mine."
Gates nudged her hip with his boot. "Come on. You love being out of the city as much as I do." He scooted sideways, when she scrambled back away from the flames to lean against his pack.
She sighed. "It is pretty great to be standing on actual ground, muddy though it is, even if the reason sucks—" She stopped speaking abruptly, dragging her bottom lip between her teeth.
A sure sign she had to bite her tongue to keep from saying more on the subject.
Gah. He didn't want to fight with Vala. Not anymore. They could pick up arguing about Jane and Karl in the morning. The couple's sometimes toxic decision making had given them a reason to get out of the city, even though it would delay making the rendezvous with the rest of the tour group.
A trek through a veritable jungle during what felt like a monsoon wouldn't be his first choice for getting Vala alone, but it could've been worse. They could've come to blows over the ill-timed absence of their best friends. He considered Vala's abhorrence for slogging through the mud a bonus, or they probably would have. The woman always seemed to take the opposite side from him and could argue over the minutest details. Made trying to have a relationship very interesting sometimes.
The rain continued to beat down outside, but the small clearing under the canopy of trees provided a good spot to erect their portable bivouac, offering a nice buffer against the whipping wind. Vala had made short work of getting the MREs and rationed water out of her pack before assisting him with the fire. She'd then gone quiet and pensive after they'd finished eating. Gates worried about their friends, too, but he didn't want to spend the next eight hours brooding over what they'd face when he and Vala caught up to them and gave them their marching papers. A distraction would be in order and he had a brilliant idea in mind.
If he could get Vala to cooperate.
He bumped her shoulder with his. "At least we'll be dry for the night."
Vala snorted. "Yeah, if you don't count our soggy clothes and the constant drip in the corner over there." Her head jerked toward the back of the shelter.
Gates shook his head. "Vala, shut up. You're ruining the moment."
She angled her head towards him. "Are we having a moment, Gates?"
He swung his gaze to meet hers. "We could be, if you'd let it happen."
Vala's lips quirked and she turned, molding her body to his. "What, exactly, do you want me to let happen?"
Gates cupped her face with his hand. "This." He caught her lips with his, running his tongue over her lower one before plunging it inside her mouth.
The kiss grew heated and he'd swear the temperature rose in the shelter. Wouldn't, in fact, be surprised if steam didn't generate between them.
Vala broke the kiss and eased back, a quirky grin on her face. "You know, you have a point about the rain being pretty damned awesome." Reaching down, she grabbed the hem of her shirt, dragging the damp fabric up and over her head. "But the clothes? Have to go."
Why the hell would he argue?

Why indeed? LOL Jane and Karl put Vala and Gates in a tricky spot, but they're going to make the most of it…rain or no rain. :D

And that's it for tonight. Happy reading!


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