Originally written for a friend. There’s a crick in my neck, and I think that’s what wakes me—the discomfort having finally reached a point I can’t ignore, both from the difficult angle in which I’d fallen asleep, and the unyielding surface of my desk. Secondary, of course, is the fact that my face was mashed […]
Read MoreTiny Dragons
I was elbow deep in yet another rebuild of my gravitational suspension engine when Kesrie found me. I don’t know how long she’d been watching me work, but it wasn’t unusual to find her smiling at me from the doorway or some other corner of my workroom. I say she found me, but Kesrie always […]
Read MoreLove in a Time of Tea Dragons
There’s something magical about watching Kesrie work. I don’t get the chance very often—usually it’s her watching me, waiting for me to drag myself out of whatever I’m building. Sometimes quite literally. But I wanted tonight to be special, and I’d spent all day checking the time to make sure that today was the one […]
Read MoreJust a Kiss
She woke to a touch, the backs of her fingers caressing her cheek. They hesitated at her jaw line, until there was nothing but her presence. She could sense her there, so close that she didn’t dare open her eyes, even when she moved so close that her lips almost touched hers. Almost. She could […]
Read MoreA Hoodie for the Holidays
Originally featured in the Gay Apparel holiday charity anthology. Riley stared out the window, watching her first snowfall in years. She’d forgotten the way it muffled everything, the odd not-quite silence that it wrapped the world in. The way the cold made everything sharper, clearer, even while it blanketed everything. There was nothing quite like […]
Read MoreHold to Summer
There’s a chill in the air, these past few nights. It’s crisp and slightly bitter, and it smells like change, and tastes just a little like magic. It wakes me in the twilight darkness, and I turn instinctively to you, to where you lie, wide awake and basking in the pale light of a fat, […]
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