by Viola Grace
Ceelie snickered. “That was my fault. I have been experimenting with biting and it sort of got out of control. The teeth were one of the adjustments that Hassoi made and I am still getting used to them.”
“We are here for five more nights. Take it easy and confine it to once a night and we will do the same. Deal?”
Carella extended her hand and Ceelie responded in kind. They broke into giggles that ended in a hug.
“Deal, but no promises on afternoon nookie. Sometimes you just have to jump them, you know?”
“I accept your terms and the truce is struck. Now, let’s get some food. I am famished for some reason.”
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With laughter between them, they drew the attention of several avatars. Speculation began in a few gazes and the avatars began silent communication between them.
A life of power was one thing. A life alone was another. If their planets could arrange for mates, perhaps centuries would pass a little faster.
It was worth a try.
About the Author
Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.
Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.