Sunday Snippet: No Words

Well… I appear to be almost over the cold from hell. The scratchy throat from last week lasted about three days and then it all went to my chest. Those mucus busting tablets work wonders for clearing out the crud and getting lots of sleep helped a ton. I think I'm on the road to recovery, so yay!

I'm still behind on my regular viewing shows but I did catch the episode "The Icicle Cometh" on The Flash. Actually quite enjoyed that one.

Caught another episode of The Sarah Conner Chronicles. My Crackle app started misbehaving and I finally got it back to usable form. I'm about halfway through the second season now.

I have one episode left of series thirteen of Midsomer Murders. Looking forward to starting the next one. Also caught episode nine of Babylon 5. I'd forgotten how truly remarkable the first season of B5 ended up being.

Watched another episode of Birds of Prey. I think I have five left. That show was a little ahead of its time. If they shot it now, it would probably be well-received. Also started a rewatch of Roswell. If the new reboot gets picked up, I want to have the memory of the original in my mind. Not sure they'll be able to pull off a decent new show.

Caught episodes of Pensacola Wings of Gold and Lexx. I've discovered I'm not as fond of Lexx on my rewatch. The episodes are very hit and miss.

Caught a few more episodes of Classic Who and started the fifth episode of Doctor Who's new season.

That's pretty much it for television this week. Tonight's post is from No Words, a sexy short that started with a writing community prompt of describing a moment of quiet. My description turned into a short story where the characters don't need a lot of conversation.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Colby Mass and Webster Bishop are soldiers in an elite unit and usually go full tilt into action. But when they find unexpected down time, they discover solitude can be craved, sought, and given, sometimes in unanticipated ways.

And a snippety peek…

A moment of quiet always made Colby nervous. Not that she couldn't appreciate it when things calmed down… but those random stretches of silence always reminded her of death or dying. When people she cared about no longer lived or couldn't fight anymore.

Right now, the quiet made her eyes burn and her throat close. She couldn't speak if she wanted to. A comrade fell today and the harsh reality of being in a stupid warzone dragged her under its wheels.

Sitting outside the base morgue, she had time to think, which didn't always turn out well. Sometimes she remembered things better left alone, like close calls averted and good times that would no longer include a member of their unit.

Other times, she got a wild hair idea and couldn't resist the impulse to see where it went. Her current crazy plan involved a hot body, a hard dick, and mindless sex to chase away the numbness of grief.

Rising, still in full kit, she'd grab the first guy she ran into and make her desire known. Rounding the corner, she collided with Webster, also still dressed in his tactical gear. As far as partners went, he'd do nicely.

His hands gripped her forearms. "Sorry." He met her gaze. "Showers are clear. If you want…" Still holding her gaze captive, his voice trailed off.

He wanted the same thing. With her. How did I get so lucky?

She gave a nod. "I do. You?" Had to be sure even if she'd bet her next pay grade he had the same idea she did.

He jerked his head toward the exit. "Let's go."

Their boots clomped on the tiled floor then became muffled thuds when they crossed the hard-packed sand to get to the barracks. She preceded him into the head and sure enough, not a soul lingered in the steamy confines.

Turning , she gave him a chance to back out. "You sure?" She unclipped her vest, letting it fall to the floor.

He repeated her action, yanking the fastenings one by one. "I'm sure." Reaching behind his head, he dragged his t-shirt off.

She did the same, tossing it on her vest. Starting on her pants, she pushed them past her hips and stepped out when they pooled at her feet. Her bra came next and when she got it up and over her head, Webster stood facing her in his military issue boxer briefs.

By unspoken agreement, they shed their underwear in unison. She took a moment, letting her gaze do a once-over. Hot body. Hard dick. Check.

She needed this.

It.

Him.

The thought hit and settled deep in her brain. She didn't want anyone else. When had that happened? Didn't matter. She'd pictured him earlier and the reality turned out better than her imagination.

Webster ducked into a stall and turned the water on. He held out a hand, his gaze dark and smoldering.

She grasped his fingers and he tugged her forward, sharing the shower's spray. The water already hot, she expected a steamy beginning. Instead, Webster traced her cheekbones with his thumbs, grazing lightly over an abrasion she received from a piece of concrete.

Oh, man.

The tenderness and care he used sent a surge of emotion coursing through her. Her lip trembled and he caught her mouth in a gentle kiss. Her hands grasped his biceps and a sob bubbled up in her throat.

He broke the embrace and rested his forehead against hers. The sting of the water pelting them reminded her they were alive. The numbness of loss faded and a yearning for life bloomed.

Blindly reaching for the soap and a washcloth, she lathered up the fabric. "May I?" When he nodded, she started with his shoulders and washed his entire torso.

He took the cloth and mimicked her actions. When his hands dipped below her waist, she slid her palms around to cup his ass then dragged them forward to fist his erection. The slippery suds aided her and, by the time they rinsed off, his cock throbbed between her fingers.

Webster grasped her shoulder with one hand and trailed the other between her legs to find her slick and ready. "Won't be slow." His voice rasped, indicating his need.

Colby turned and put her palms on the tiled partition, then glanced back in his direction. "Don't want slow." She spread her legs and arched her back.

Webster grunted his approval, palmed her hips, and slid his cock through her slippery folds. He leaned forward, his lips sucking at the column of her throat at the same moment his dick plunged deep.

Colby hissed out a satisfied breath then moaned when he pulled back and thrust forward again. Webster's mouth worked across her shoulders, his hands holding her hips steady while he flexed his thighs with each charge and retreat. Her head dropped forward and goose bumps rose on her skin despite the steamy heat in the stall. Tingling awareness coursed through her, a reminder she still lived and breathed and needed to seize life with both hands.

And she couldn't imagine anyone better to share the ride with than Webster.

I'm pretty pleased with how this one is coming together. Hopefully, I'll get it finished up and submitted for publishing in the near future.

That's it for this week. Happy reading!

Skylin

Sunday Snippet: No Words

Well… a lonely week without an episode of The Last Ship, but the previous episode gave me lots of fodder to make theories about. LOL. I seriously think Blonde Ambition has an agenda we have yet to see. A friend suggested Allison is in cahoots with Jacob the asshat reporter and I love the idea. On the Asian front, Chandler has his hands full. The green mist stuff may make me find a new favorite color. LOL

Killjoys keeps getting better and better. Truly love how lots of threads are working their way together and twisting around each other. This show continues to amaze. And guess what? It's got green plasma goo stuff, so, yeah, maybe orange is going to be my new favorite color. LOL

Dark Matter finally dropped some details about Nyx, one of the new crew members. Looking forward to seeing how the interaction with Four changes when she finds out what he suggested for her brother.

Babylon 5 rewatch continues and I'm almost at the end of season two. I'm looking forward to diving into three because the groundwork from the first two seasons starts building one of my favorite characters arcs of all time.

I viewed more Strike Back and remembered how much I loved all the mistakes they let Stonebridge and Scott make in season two. Seriously, the duo messed up on a pretty big scale… several times. LOL I think that's why it became one of my favorite shows.

And that's it for television. Tonight's post is from No Words, a sexy short that got a beginning with the prompt… A moment of quiet. I added a quick summary to help when I started writing—solitude can be craved, sought, and given.

Here's the mini-blurb:

Colby Mass and Webster Bishop are soldiers in an elite unit and usually go full tilt into action. But when they find unexpected down time, they discover solitude can be craved, sought, and given, sometimes in unanticipated ways.

Here's the snippety peek…

Webster got a boost from being around Colby. Being in meeting after meeting all day nearly drove him mad. By the third briefing, he almost hoped they'd get a call to some random hot spot for a hostage extrication or maybe a target takedown.

But his shit day all but disappeared after ten minutes in her presence.

She didn't bombard him with questions or make random comments about nonsensical topics. Her quiet action of drawing—doodling, she called it—soothed the snarly beast yapping in his brain about wasted, unproductive moments going over the same information again and again.

If they didn't know their shit by now, the whole company would be screwed.

Downtime should be spent away from the job. But they couldn't leave the base. So… finding a spot for relaxation paid off. Colby usually hit the recreation area and Webster joined her when solitude didn't appeal.

He took a tray when she slid one down. "Thanks." An efficiency of movement got their silverware, napkins, and place settings in front of them.

Colby scooped up the main dish. "Want some?" She dumped the chicken and gravy onto his plate.

Webster offered her applesauce and noodles. "Enough? Maybe some of the—" He pointed to the peach cobbler.

Colby groaned. "God, yes." She filled her cup with tea then poured water into his.

He heaped two helpings of the dessert onto their plates and followed her to a corner table.

Settling into the seat, he draped the napkin over a knee. "Smells good." Scooping some food onto his fork, he shoved the bite into his mouth.

Colby grinned. "Yeah, it does." She tucked into her meal, slurping a noodle between her lips.

Webster loved to watch her eat. She enjoyed food and savored every bite. Easy to do when they often went days existing on ration packs. They spent the next several minutes making soft sounds of satisfaction and closing their eyes in bliss. The mess hall only had three other people, not including the galley staff of two, who started carrying the food containers into the kitchen.

Colby kicked back and sipped her tea. Webster rifled around in his pocket and brought out a hunk of partially carved wood. He reached for his blade, but Colby flipped hers open and handed the knife to him.

She nodded. "Just sharpened it this morning. Should do a nice job on the details."

Webster quirked an eyebrow. "You know what it's going to be?" He hadn't actually decided yet.

Colby flashed a smile. "Nope. But you always do intricate stuff."

Her observation surprised him. He put the tip to the wood and made a long slice along the edge. She made a good point. He often did swirls and curls on his carvings.

Colby chuckled. "Didn't think I noticed, did you?"

He glanced up, pausing the knife. "Not really. But I should have." He went back to smoothing out the line he'd created. "You see and sense things most people don't."

Colby send him a knowing smirk and leaned back, propping her feet up on the opposite chair.

Settling into a comfortable silence, Webster continued working with the wood until the mess hall emptied and the lights were cut to single row behind the serving area. Colby nudged his thigh and jerked her head toward the exit. Webster carefully closed her blade and returned the knife. Colby grinned and pushed away from the table before standing up.

Webster rose, slid the carving back into his pocket, and went to gather up their trays. He blinked when he found the table empty and shot a quick glance in Colby's direction.

She laughed. "You were kind of absorbed with the work." Turning, she started for the nearest door.

Webster caught up and fell into step beside her. "You're all right, Mass."

Colby bumped her shoulder into his. "I know." Letting out a bark of laughter, she made a sharp left and lifted her hand in a wave.

Webster paused, shaking his head. Then he chuckled. His earlier crappy mood completely gone, he gave Colby all the credit. She didn't beg for attention or clamor for responsiveness. Instead, she offered quiet support and sly humor, letting him unwind at leisure. And by doing something he loved, which she became part of by sharing something personal.

Colby might be the perfect woman.

Another longer look, but I liked the flow of this scene. This may end up tying into another sexy short called Fantasy Exchange, but I'm not sure if the worlds will mesh yet. Stay tuned.

That's it for this week. Happy reading!

Skylin

Sunday Snippet: No Words

Do any of my readers watch Defiance? I'm totally loving the new season. The tagline of Tick, Tick, Tick seems to fit the way the episodes have been going. I'm looking forward to when everything blows up and comes to a head.

Dominion and The Last Ship are also on my must view schedule. I kind of like finding new shows in the summer to sink my teeth into. I'm also rewatching the original La Femme Nikita series from the 90s. I love that show! Oh, and Peacekeeper Wars! So much good TV right now.

Tonight's post is from No Words, a short story where my main characters have a great synchronization and find words aren't always necessary to communicate.

Here's the tagline:

Colby Mass and Webster Bishop are soldiers in an elite unit and usually go full tilt into action. But when they find unexpected down time, they discover solitude can be craved, sought, and given, sometimes in unanticipated ways.

And a snippety peek…

Webster entered the rec area and plopped down beside Colby. She glanced up from her doodling, wondering if she'd have to make small talk.

Webster nodded. "Hey." He didn't say anything else, only leaned his head against the wall, staring up at the ceiling.

Colby kind of loved him in that moment. He so rarely spoke to fill in quiet. She went back to her lame drawing, adding some texture to the picture. She cocked her head, decided she didn't like the image and scribbled crazy circles all over the paper.

Her stomach growled and she glanced toward the clock. No wonder. Almost nine hours since she'd eaten a meal.

Webster straightened and angled his head in her direction. "You wanna—"

She grinned. "Yeah. Thirty minutes until close." She crumpled up the page and tossed it in the trash can before rising from the chair.

Webster stood, waving his arm toward the door. "After you."

Colby strode forward, exiting the rec area. She chuckled quietly. In less than ten words, she'd gained a dinner partner and didn't have to dine alone. And the best part? If she ended up not wanting to chat over the meal, Webster wouldn't take issue. He'd be as content as she to consume their food in companionable silence.

He might actually be the perfect man.

I kind of love writing with stark dialog. There's a challenge in getting the point across without a need for lots of back and forth.

That's it for this week. Happy reading!

Skylin