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#ThursThreads, week 563

Prompt: https://siobhanmuir.com/thursthreads-tying-tales-together-week-563/

“Whoa, buckaroo! You need to calm down. We’ve got all night.” Lacey took the young man’s hand from her breast and looked him in the eye.

“I know you’ve been waiting for this for what seems like forever, but we’re going to do it right, okay?” He swallowed hard and nodded as if he wasn’t just incapable of speech, but incapable of understanding the concept of speech.

“Good. Now come here.” Lacey led him to the bed and sat him down, hoping that like all the others, he didn’t notice the crinkling sound from the bedspread. She sat down on his lap and brought his hands to her hips.

“There. Isn’t that better?”

A nod.

“We’re nice and close, aren’t we?”

Another nod.

“Do I feel good here, on your lap, with your hands on me?”

This time he nodded so fast his glasses slipped down his nose. She giggled softly and pushed them back where they belonged.

“Good. Now let’s get started. I want you to lean forward and kiss me right…here.” His eyes followed as she slowly moved her finger from the bridge of his glasses to the side of her neck. 

Her victim leaned forward hungrily, and she put a hand on his chest. “Gently.”

He nodded again and exceptionally slowly brought his lips to her neck.

Lacey sighed. “Mmmm. Yes. Good. Now…gently…taste me with your tongue.”

The instant his tongue touched her flesh, her body transformed.

Now he found his voice, but it was too late.

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#ThursThreads, week 561

Prompt: https://siobhanmuir.com/thursthreads-tying-tales-together-week-561/


Marie stood in the center of her living room and wept. To her left was the laundry she’d washed and folded, strewn about like the remnants of a very localized EF-5 tornado. To her right was an intertwined network of red, purple, and black crayons, roughly two feet above the floor (what you could see of it under the clothing) marking a journey from the kitchen to the hall. Both went as far as she could see, rounding the corner and heading towards the bedrooms. 

It wasn’t supposed to be this hard, she told herself over and over again. Other parents did this – sometimes alone. Marie had a partner who did everything they could possibly do and more, but even between the two of them, sometimes it just got out of control. 

Wiping the tears from her face and trying, but failing, to have hope that the disaster ended just beyond what she could see, Marie took a step forward. And then another.

That’s when she started to hear the giggling; Anna’s high-pitched glee a counterpoint to Caleb’s rumbles. 

And *that’s* when Marie knew exactly what she would see. 

The main bedroom was a maelstrom of color and fabric, of sparkles and glitter, of music and magic. 

And sitting on her bed in the middle were two of the happiest dragons you ever did see. 

Marie loved her chaos beasts, but she’d learned right quick that being a Mother of Dragons wasn’t quite what they’d showed on the TV.