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Story a Day: Day 31 – “Your Book”

Silas kept the bag clutched under his arm as he opened the door and stepped inside. “Honeys, I’m home,” he called out.

He heard a soft giggle from the kitchen and headed that way. They’d traded the apartment him and Jeremiah had shared the last several years for one with a bigger master bedroom and a small bedroom Corrin had turned into an office. There was no need for separate bedrooms when the three of them spent most nights in the same bed.

Silas stepped into the kitchen and saw Corrin leaning back against the counter, Jeremiah pressed right up to her, his hands under her shirt. Nope, never mind. The shirt was gone now, tossed back behind him.

“You two couldn’t wait, huh?” he asked, placing the bag on the table and stepping up behind Jeremiah. “Didn’t think I might want to join the party.”

Corrin smiled at him, just shy of a grin. “Nothing’s stopping you now, is it?”

He buried his mouth against the back of Jeremiah’s neck, smothering his own grin. She was in a saucy mood today. He loved it.

Corrin reached around Jeremiah, her hand sliding over Silas’ hip. He grasped it and squeezed gently. He was pressed close enough to Jeremiah to feel his groan when both their mouths were on his skin.

Silas released Corrin’s hands and slid his under Jeremiah’s shirt. “Not fair for Corrin to be the only one without clothes,” he said as he pulled it over the man’s head.

“I vote we all lose them,” Corrin said.

Silas laughed and winked at her. “It’s like we share a brain or something. I knew there was a reason I liked you.”

“Then maybe we should take this out of the kitchen,” Jeremiah suggested, his voice roughened. The sound sent a warm shiver down Silas’ spine.

Silas stepped back and waited for his two lovers to join him. But, as they headed for the bedroom, Corrin froze. “What’d you get at the bookstore?” she asked.

“Oh, right,” he said. “I was going to show you that. Shelby wanted me to see if they had a book she’s been looking for, and I saw that while I was there. I wasn’t sure they’d carry it, but there were actually two copies. I bought one of them.”

Obviously, he thought. Idiot. He didn’t even know why he was nervous. He wasn’t the one who had written the book. But, he didn’t know what Corrin would think about him buying a copy.

“They didn’t,” she said, and he wasn’t sure if she was excited or anxious. Then, she was tearing into the bag and pulling the book out. She let out a laugh, that had maybe a slight tinge of hysteria to it. “I can’t believe this. I mean, I already have my copy of it, but I never thought a store around here would carry it.” She grinned as she looked down at the book cover, the name ‘Corrin Riley’ printed right under the title.

He glanced over at Jeremiah and saw a grin on his face, too. He wondered if Corrin knew how proud they were of her. She flipped through the book, seeming to revel in the feel of the pages against her hand. She stopped at one of the last pages. She let out another little laugh then read “Corrin Riley resides with her boyfriends…I still can’t get over that they did include the plural form.”

“You did say this publisher was inclusive. Our living situation shouldn’t be that big a deal,” Jeremiah said.

She smiled. “True. Otherwise they might not have accepted my genderqueer fairies in a poly relationship story. But, that’s fiction.”

“And our life isn’t,” Silas said. “And they respect that.” He took the book from her and set it back on the table. “Now, I believe we were in the middle of something.”

She laughed and leaned in to press her lips to his. Jeremiah wrapped his arms around her waist from behind her, his fingers brushing over Silas’ belt. “I do so love being in the middle of you two,” she said.

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Last day of Story a Day and today’s prompt was to write about a writer. These characters are from a novel I drafted earlier in the year. A little something of a “after the happy ever after” moment. 🙂

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Stream of Consciousness: “Any”

Any way she looked at it, Corrin knew she was a mess. She couldn’t help but think that way, no matter how many times Jeremiah tried to tell her otherwise. Kicked out of school for something she hadn’t even done, crashing on her friend’s couch. Absolutely no sign of anything going right in her future. What was she supposed to do?

Maybe a good start would be to stop lusting after said friend who’d been letting her crash his apartment for the last two months.

She let out a soft laugh as she poured coffee into her insulated mug then walked over to where she’d set up her computer on the kitchen table. Yeah, that would be a lot easier said than done. Especially when she could recall the way Jeremiah had looked in his firefighter uniform before he left the apartment yesterday morning.

She shouldn’t be one turned on by a man in uniform. Should be used to it. About half her family members were cops, including her father and older brother.

She rubbed her thumb over her temple then sat at the computer. Doing some research for this new story idea might help distract her from everything else going on. She was usually good at losing herself in that.

A movement across the room brought her attention away from the computer as she’d barely even gotten started, though. She glanced up. Jeremiah’s roommate, Silas, stood there blinking at her. After two months, he couldn’t still be surprised to see her there. He rubbed a hand over his face and said, “At least you made coffee if you’re going to be up this early.”

She snorted and brought her attention back to her computer. “This is nothing. I’ve been up earlier.”

He muttered something she couldn’t quite make out, likely about her mental health, and she decided it would be better to just ignore it. Ignore him. As if lusting after her friend wasn’t enough, adding his best friend and roommate in would be even worse.

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It’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday time again! Today’s prompt was to begin a post with the word “any”, bonus points if the theme of the post was another A word(which mine isn’t). I’m still plotting Heart of Christmas, but it’s also Camp NaNoWriMo time, so I’m using today’s prompt to get some of those words in(other than blog posts, I don’t usually write much on the weekends, but I didn’t want to wait until day 3 to start). So today you get some of Playing with Fire(you may remember these characters from my Just Jot It posts in January). This post is separate from my A-Z challenge day 1 post, but you can check that out here if you want.

Stream of Consciousness Saturday: “Hair”

“Your boys are here.”

Corrin glanced over at her cousin, Gio, also her boss. His light red hair was pulled back from his face, and his blue eyes twinkled as he grinned at her. Then, she looked in the way he gestured. And saw Jeremiah and Silas sitting at one of the tables. She looked back at her cousin then. “You don’t seem to have a problem with our arrangement,” she said. “You don’t think it’s wrong?”

One corner of his mouth lifted a little higher. “Do you really think I, of all people, would judge?”

“My dad does,” she said softly. It still hurt that her dad couldn’t accept that she was happy.

Gio gave her shoulders a quick squeeze. “He’ll come around. Even Cormac has started to with me and Cam. And you know how easy it is to bring Cormac around to anything not originally his idea.”

Corrin laughed at that. He did have a point. She just wasn’t sure if it was true.

“Go see your boys,” he said, squeezing her shoulders once more before heading back behind the bar.

Corrin headed toward the table and caught Silas’ eye first. His smile spread and he shoved some of his dark hair back from his face. Jeremiah looked over his shoulder, and his grin joined Silas’. “What can I do for you boys?” she asked, trying to smother her own grin.

“Well, now,” Silas said, I could tell you, but I doubt your cousin would like any of those suggestions. Ow!” He reached under the table, likely to rub the leg Jeremiah must have kicked. “I was just teasing.”

Corrin couldn’t help but laugh. “What can I get you to eat or drink?” she rephrased her question.

Silas still waggled his eye brows at her, and she laughed again, but he behaved this time as they orders drinks and dinner. As she turned to leave, she saw Silas lean across the table and kiss Jeremiah. There was no jealousy when she saw the two of them together. Just an eagerness to be able to join them. A couple more hours of work, and she’d be able to do just that.

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This week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt was “hair”. I wasn’t quite sure how I was going to work that in. But, I decided to visit with Corrin and company from Playing with Fire. This will come after the actual story.

SOCS/Just Jot It: Day 28 – “Wood/Would”

Would you come over here?”

Corrin looked over at Jeremiah. “What?”

“Just come here.”

She stood up and moved over toward him. When she reached him, he pulled her right up against him. “I thought we were taking a vacation,” he said. “And yet, you’re still up early working. Silas claims you have a dictionary in your head. Doesn’t it have the definition of vacation?”

She laughed and smacked lightly at his shoulder. “I just wanted to get a little work done. You and Silas were still sleeping when I came out here.” She glanced around. “Where is Silas? Still sleeping?”

Jeremiah shook his head. “He’s outside.” He pressed his mouth to hers, his hands sliding up her back. Neither moved even when the door swung open.

“if you two want to stop making out, I could use some help with this wood so we can get a fire started.”

They’d been together for several months, so Silas’ teasing shouldn’t still make her blush. But, she moved away to save what she’d been working on as Jeremiah moved toward the door. He paused by Silas for a moment, their mouths meeting for a brief kiss, before Jeremiah shrugged on his coat and went out to haul in the rest of the wood.

Silas looked over at her and smiled. She knew people, particularly her family, didn’t understand how they could work together. But, they just did. And she was very happy for that.

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It’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday and Day 28 of Just Jot It January. Today’s prompt was to use wood/would, one or both, in any way we want. This would take place after the end of Playing with Fire. Just a little look into where they might go after the “happy ever after”.

Just Jot It January: Day 27 – “Incomplete”

Corrin felt a hand brush over her shoulder then lips pressed to the back of her neck. She closed her eyes and smiled. “Silas,” she murmured.

He moved around in front of her and held out his hand to pull her up from her chair. “You’ve been working for a solid two hours. I think it’s time for a break.”

She just blinked at him. “It couldn’t have been that long.”

He just kept smiling at her. “It was. Come on, I’ve got a movie ready to go and was just about to get the popcorn.”

She turned back to the computer, saved her document then closed it and headed into the living room. Apparently he had been right, it had been a little more than two hours since she’d started.

He settled onto the couch beside her a couple minutes later, a large bowl of popcorn in his hands. He slid one arm around her as she hit play for the movie. she liked the way they could just sit together and watch a movie, but it felt incomplete. It never felt quite right when it wasn’t all three of them there together.

“Jeremiah should be here,” she said.

Silas kissed her cheek then the corner of her mouth. “Pretty sure he’d like to be here, too. Tomorrow night he should be.”

She settled more into him, enjoying his touch. She’d enjoy it even more when Jeremiah was back with them, completing what the three had become to each other.

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Today is Day 27 of Just Jot It January and the prompt is “incomplete”. I think this one will actually take place after the end of the story, but I know what I’m working toward in this one.

Just Jot It January: Day 24 – “Elusive”

Jeremiah stepped into the apartment but stopped when he heard Corrin’s laugh ring out from the kitchen. He’d loved that sound from the first time he’d heard it. But, it had been elusive lately. He wondered how Silas had managed to bring it out.

He shut the door behind him and pulled off his boots before walking toward the kitchen. Exhaustion filled every cell of his body. He wanted to hit his bed, but it would have to be coffee for now. He had a class he couldn’t miss in two hours. Most of his professors understood if he missed a class because he had a shift at the station, but there was always one.

“You are absolutely awful, Silas,” Corrin was saying as Jeremiah stepped into the kitchen, but she was still smiling.

“I try to do my part,” he said, grinning back at her. Then, he glanced over at Jeremiah, and his smile softened. “You look like shit. Hard shift?”

Jeremiah nodded. He wasn’t ready to talk about it, though. “I need to shower, change, and get to class. Is there still any coffee?”

“It’s just about out,” Silas said. “I’ll get some more started while you get a shower.”

“Thanks. I won’t be long.”

“He needs a nap more than coffee,” Corrin muttered.

He smiled a little as he closed his bedroom door to shed his uniform. He did need a nap, but it would have to wait a little longer.

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Today is day 24 of Just Jot It January and the prompt was “elusive”. This one, I think, takes place earlier than the last few I’ve been sharing. I’m going to have to go through and figure out where each will fall.

Just Jot It January: Day 23 – “Compromise”

“Can’t we just compromise on this?”

Corrin smiled at Silas. “I grew up in the middle of a big brother and little sister, both as bullheaded as the other. I would have gotten walked right over if I started compromising. So, I never quite learned the art.”

Silas couldn’t help but laugh. He was the oldest, with two younger sisters, but he’d been starting school when the first was born. He loved both of them but they’d never been particularly close. Not like Corrin was with her family. Of course, he’d never met most of them since he’d turned down all her invitations to any of the gatherings.

He just didn’t know if he’d be comfortable around all of them, or how comfortable they’d be with him. No matter how many times she told him how accepting they were.

“Seriously, though, Corrin, there has to be some middle ground we can find here.”

“I’m not really sure there is. You’re just going to have to deal with it,” she said, grinning across the table at him.

He blew out a breath. No wonder Jeremiah was crazy about her. Even when she was arguing with you, there was something magnetic about her. Even he didn’t seem to be immune to it.

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It’s Day 23 of Just Jot It January and today’s prompt was “compromise”. I really do love writing these two. Can’t wait until I get to the full story.

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