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axesladeNext part of the series has been started, squee. Brianna already approved the Prologue when it had a minor plot hole, and since that's fixed I guess I'll post it
Disclaimer: Still don’t own Mandy or James (he’s Char’s, sadly). But I own everyone else. Ha!
Title: Twinkle
Rating: R
Reasons: Sexual content/language/
Genres: Fantasy/Romance/Angst
Feedback: axebichick@yahoo.com
Prologue
New York, NY-March 10, 1974-2:30 AM
James groaned when he glanced at the clock, wondering what the hell had woken him up so early. Then he saw the animal turning in a circle beside him and laying down by his head, it’s nose against his face. He smiled, rolling over to stroke her head.
“Have a good night?”
The creature nuzzled his face, then yawned a very big yawn, and fell asleep, head resting on its paws. James grinned, closing his eyes as well.
He opened them four hours later to a naked woman in place of the wolf who had been there previously, her head against his chest and hands tangled in his hair. He gently kissed her forehead, running a hand down the left side of her body.
“G’morning.”
“Mmm…” she tossed her head slightly then opened her eyes, blinking sleepily.
“What time is it?”
“Six thirty.”
“Nngh…why’d you wake me up?”
“Because I would have anyway when I got up.”
“Well, I guess that’s a good excuse. Darn it, I was looking forward to biting you.”
James laughed, ruffling her hair.
“I’m sure I’ll give you another excuse.”
“Probably” she kissed him and started to get up. He grabbed her hand, pulling her back.
“What do you need?”
She rolled her eyes, lightly scraping her teeth against his nose.
“I was just going to stretch, my back’s killing me.”
James moved behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders and began gently but firmly massaging them.
“How’s that?”
“Mmm….you worry about me too much.”
“Can you blame me?”
“Not really, but you should know by now that I’m not the delicate flower you’d like to believe I am.”
“Well, it’s not only you I worry about” he mumbled into her neck, moving his hands to softly brush over her breasts, resting them on her slightly swollen stomach. She smiled, leaning back in his hands.
“I know. But you’ve been acting like my mother lately, and I hate drawing any comparison between you and my family.”
“All right, I’ll try to back off” he kissed her neck and got up.
“Hungry?”
“Mmm, sure.”
“Okay, I’ll be back in a few minutes” he walked off, smiling as he thought about how lucky he was. A gorgeous unique girlfriend, a child on the way and a recording contract that he’d secured after singing at just one club in New York. Life was beautiful.
After he turned on the stove, he walked over to the table to look through the mail he’d been too beat to read last night. Bill, bill, junk, bill…
His eyes widened when he saw one with a return address from somewhere in Texas. Wasn’t Mandy from…
He turned off the stove and walked into the bedroom with the letter. Before he walked in, Mandy was sitting up right with bright eyes, obviously knowing from his steps that something was up.
He handed her the letter and she hastily opened it, reading it quickly. She dropped it, looking like she’d seen a ghost.
James sat down beside her, holding her hand.
“Luv, what is it?”
“It’s…my parents. They…they want me to come visit. And if I don’t go, they’ll come up here.”
James winced. He understood why Mandy would be scared of facing her parents. Their last visit hadn’t been exactly cordial, especially after her father called her a monster in front of James. It seemed that just when life had settled down it was going to get hectic again. Fuck.
Disclaimer: Still don’t own Mandy or James (he’s Char’s, sadly). But I own everyone else. Ha!
Title: Twinkle
Rating: R
Reasons: Sexual content/language/
Genres: Fantasy/Romance/Angst
Feedback: axebichick@yahoo.com
New York, NY-March 10, 1974-2:30 AM
James groaned when he glanced at the clock, wondering what the hell had woken him up so early. Then he saw the animal turning in a circle beside him and laying down by his head, it’s nose against his face. He smiled, rolling over to stroke her head.
“Have a good night?”
The creature nuzzled his face, then yawned a very big yawn, and fell asleep, head resting on its paws. James grinned, closing his eyes as well.
He opened them four hours later to a naked woman in place of the wolf who had been there previously, her head against his chest and hands tangled in his hair. He gently kissed her forehead, running a hand down the left side of her body.
“G’morning.”
“Mmm…” she tossed her head slightly then opened her eyes, blinking sleepily.
“What time is it?”
“Six thirty.”
“Nngh…why’d you wake me up?”
“Because I would have anyway when I got up.”
“Well, I guess that’s a good excuse. Darn it, I was looking forward to biting you.”
James laughed, ruffling her hair.
“I’m sure I’ll give you another excuse.”
“Probably” she kissed him and started to get up. He grabbed her hand, pulling her back.
“What do you need?”
She rolled her eyes, lightly scraping her teeth against his nose.
“I was just going to stretch, my back’s killing me.”
James moved behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders and began gently but firmly massaging them.
“How’s that?”
“Mmm….you worry about me too much.”
“Can you blame me?”
“Not really, but you should know by now that I’m not the delicate flower you’d like to believe I am.”
“Well, it’s not only you I worry about” he mumbled into her neck, moving his hands to softly brush over her breasts, resting them on her slightly swollen stomach. She smiled, leaning back in his hands.
“I know. But you’ve been acting like my mother lately, and I hate drawing any comparison between you and my family.”
“All right, I’ll try to back off” he kissed her neck and got up.
“Hungry?”
“Mmm, sure.”
“Okay, I’ll be back in a few minutes” he walked off, smiling as he thought about how lucky he was. A gorgeous unique girlfriend, a child on the way and a recording contract that he’d secured after singing at just one club in New York. Life was beautiful.
After he turned on the stove, he walked over to the table to look through the mail he’d been too beat to read last night. Bill, bill, junk, bill…
His eyes widened when he saw one with a return address from somewhere in Texas. Wasn’t Mandy from…
He turned off the stove and walked into the bedroom with the letter. Before he walked in, Mandy was sitting up right with bright eyes, obviously knowing from his steps that something was up.
He handed her the letter and she hastily opened it, reading it quickly. She dropped it, looking like she’d seen a ghost.
James sat down beside her, holding her hand.
“Luv, what is it?”
“It’s…my parents. They…they want me to come visit. And if I don’t go, they’ll come up here.”
James winced. He understood why Mandy would be scared of facing her parents. Their last visit hadn’t been exactly cordial, especially after her father called her a monster in front of James. It seemed that just when life had settled down it was going to get hectic again. Fuck.
