“So you're a dom, huh? Nice." I stabbed my pancakes again. "Kinky."
"You're the one who ties people up, babe.”
“Yeah. Calm down. Two of the most useless words in the English language.”
“So you're a dom, huh? Nice." I stabbed my pancakes again. "Kinky."
"You're the one who ties people up, babe.”
“You've got a better chance with me, Dru. Don't do something stupid again. If something happens, it's you and me against the world. Got it?”
“Now," Graves finally said, "anyone else want to piss me off? Anyone else think this is a goddamn democracy?”
“Oh, the testosterone. You could have cut it with a cafeteria spoon.”
“Goddammit, Bobby, break the speed limit!”
“My legs were on fire. All of me was burning and my back was a solid bar of pain. But it didn't matter.
What mattered was Graved next to me, also rubbing my back and laughing like he'd just found Christmas in his pants.”
“He smelled like smoke too, and under it was the edge of apple pies-spice and goodness. Jesus. Even after all that he smelled like a bakery.”
“He was so close it was hard to breathe. It was exactly like being next to an oven baking a really spicy apple pie.”
“Come on. Say something, Dru. Don't just sit there and look like I've stabbed you. Christ.”
“First you find out what you have , Dad would say. Then you figure out how to make it work for what you need, 'cause you don't get what you want. You get just what you have and no more. ”
“I crossed my arms over my chest. Jeez, it was cold in here all of a sudden. And had he always smelled this good? Was it a cologne? Eau de Christmas Pie?”
“Yeah, well things change. Now I want to be here." Another long, seconds-ticking pause. Dust danced in one fading gleam of gold coming through a low window, following long lazy swirls down to the ground. "With you.”
“I don't know who I am anymore." I expected the world to crack open and the sky to fall once I said it. Nothing happened.”
“Christophe, with the careful tone of an adult telling a kid not to pet the nice foaming-rabid pooch.”
“The rest of it spilled out in an incoherent jumble, but he nodded every once in a while. I liked that about him. He was so smart you didn't have to hold his hand and walk him through everything. He could fill in the blanks on his own.”
“And ordering me around is exactly the wrong way to make me do what you want.”
“I'd kind of expected that kids who knew about the Real World wouldn't act like jock dipwads. Guess I was wrong.”
“My voice wouldn't work right. I made a tiny nod instead, because - how's this for weird? - I didn't want him to let go of me. He'd pulled back a little, with just his lower half, and I was afraid the scorch in my cheeks would set fire to the rest of me, because I had an idea why.
Wow. Oh, wow.”
“Gee, thanks." I couldn't sound more sarcastic, but I was willing to give it a try. My breathing evened out. "What are you here for, then? Tea and cookies?" My mouth wanted to water. He smelled like cookies. Cinnamon ones, with dabs of apple-pie filling.”
“Nice, huh? I was just special all over the place.”
“I'm going to draw whoever it is off so you can go back to the dorms and fuck yourselves.”
“Jeez. Just over a week was all it took for my life to implode. It was some kind of record.”
“Less speed, less strength, less stamina since I hadn't "bloomed". But I'd bet I was outweighing everyone around me in the brain category.”
“It is our honor," Amelia said, and it was the weirdest thing-it sounded like she really meant it. People don't often say exactly what they really mean.”
“Another big ripping sound. Jesus. Had they brought supernatural dynamite in to tear the whole place apart?”
“Get rid of their mast, knock holes in the hull, then get back on board."
"You want us to sink her?" Gundar asked, and Halt shook his head.
"No. I want her badly damaged but capable of making it back to port. I want the word to go out that the strange ship with the red falcon ensign"—he gestured to Evanlyn's ensign, flying from the mast top—"is manned by dangerous, hairy maniacs with axes and is to be avoided at all costs."
"That sounds like us," Gundar said cheerfully.”
“I woan let you go back to that boy--not until you give me one bec doux." A sweet kiss. Then he reached forward, unlacing the ribbon from my hair.
"What are you doing?" I murmured.
"Souvenir." He put it in his pocket, and for some reason that struck me as the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.”
“I had a few other things on my mind. Like if it was going to rain every time I got aroused. That was not cool. I guessed I could handle it so long as it rained other times as well. I didn’t want the connection to be so obvious. Hey, it’s raining! The queen must have gotten laid. Ooh…is that hail? Must have been into some kinky shit today.”
“Not fault of teaching spider if little spider pay more attention to catching fly than doing lesson.”
“What happened to cause the jail fight? (Maggie)
They thought it would be fun to knock around the ‘kid’ and show off their manhood. I thought it would be fun to knock a couple of them unconscious. (Wren)”
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