SEX, SEX, AND ... (fill in the blank)

Okay. I admit that was a blatant attempt to get your attention today. But since you took the time to come on over I'll give you a scene--I call it the aftermath bedroom scene from book #5

But first I just wanted to preface and explain that as I got to the end of chapter 16, and realized I had to have something going on in the bedroom at the end of this chapter between Sabrina and her now husband, Vasyl (vampire). I'm not a romance writer. I've said this time and again. I do show the nitty gritty in my novels at times, but really, unless it has something to do with the plot, I see no reason to go into the blow-by-blow (okay, I could have used a better euphemism, but really, it works here, don't you think?) of two people going at it.

Plus, I'm lazy.

So, my little bitty brain came up with such a crazy after-the-dust-settles scene I nearly blew a gasket trying get it down without laughing myself silly. So, without further adu, here you go. Enjoy.

Please be advised this is rated P(X)G. And the Eff word is in there a few times as well.

I opened my eyes and found that the bed had moved at least a foot away from the wall due to my rocking motions. The amazing part was the bed wasn't on casters, and it rested on carpet.

Drenched in sweat, I was balanced precariously on top of Vasyl, in the last throws of ecstasy. The mattress below us had moved as well. It was now pitched at a forty-five deree angle, more or less, and my balance became jeopardized by weakened leg muscles from all my activities for the past two and a half hours. My knees had about four inches on either side of Vasyl's hips and that was it. The mattress buckled below my right knee, I pitched over, and tumbled to the floor.

"Ow." My hair, soaked from sweating profusely--because of the heat from both having sex with a vmapire and the too-warm room--fell down in my face.

Vasyl's laughter rang in my ears.

"Right. You try balancing on a two foot-wide mattress, buddy!"

He laughed harder, holding his hand to his stomach as though it hurt from laughing so hard. Then, pointing at me, he said something in French that sounded like an insult, yet sexy as hell.

I mopped matted hair out of my face and scowled, even though I found myself wanting to laugh, now looking at how we'd recked the bed and room, and the way I must look. He, on the other hand, looked entirely too comfortable with himself, like a nude study by Michelangelo. In contrast, my skin was coated in sweat. I needed a shower. I felt like I'd been mud wrestling. This had been the third or fourth time the mattress had wiggled askew from our love making. We had both fallen on the floor together before this. But this time Vasyl had somehow managed to remain poised on the top corner of the stupid little bed.

I threw a pillow at him and he easily swatted it away, still reamining banalnced on the edge of the bed. Bastard. I tried to move my feet. Couldn't. The sheets were twisted around one of my legs. Son of a bitch! I couldn't locate the bedspread. At this point it didn't matter. I worked to untie myself from the sheet, which was somehow anchored somewhere beneath the mattress. Vasyl reached down and pulled the sheet and freed me easily, his laughter finally dying.

"I am sorry, but you looked so silly," he said.

"Eff you," I spat.

"He chuckled sinisterly. "I think you already did. Would you liked to eff me more?"

"No. I'm taking a shower." I struggled to my feet and looked around. I realized I had no clothes up here except the ones I had on. I was not going to put a sweater and jeans back on over my sweat-soaked skin.

©Lorelei Bell

Lucky 7 Meme ~ Tagged

I've been tagged by Christine Rains with this meme. I've decided to give you my WIP, "Beyond the Black Veil" - which I am in the middle of edits on.

The Rules:

1. Go to page 77 of current WIP

2. Go to Line 7

3. Copy down the next 7 lines, sentences, or paragraphs and post them as written.

4. Tag 7 authors/writers

5. Let them know.

Here is my offering from page 77, 7th line down and 7 paragraphs:

Rumbel returned with a place setting for me while other servants began to serve the meal.

“Black hole network?” I asked.

“Yes.” Back straight, he leaned to look past Drachen at me. “According to Einstein's special theory of relativity, time passes slowly, so your watch, for example would be wrong. If anything, it might have moved back an hour, maybe two. Or stopped working all together.”

My mouth fell open. I looked at my watch. He was right. When I had left my house it might have been around eight or nine o'clock. My watch now read two fifteen—and it had stopped. I looked up at him and sputtered. “Wait a moment, you said something about Einstein?”

“He has loads of books,” Drachen explained drolly. “They had to build several book cases in both his room and his laboratory.”

“But these books,” I said when an arm slid across my vision. A bowl of soup was positioned before me on the plate by the servant, and continued serving everyone else. A maid busily placed round loaves of bread between us, with slabs of butter along side them. “Where did they come from?” I finished my question.

“They are brought to me,” Joha said with an indifferent shrug and lifted a spoon of soup to his mouth.

Since Im in the middle of edits, and finding anyone who has not done this is time consuming, I'm begging out of the last 2 rules. I do thank Christine Rains for thinking of me for this. (She just wants to see what I've been up to, I think (^; )

Teaser Tuesday ~ Drachen (from WIP)

I know you guys out there enjoy these little blips from the manuscripts I'm working on. This tease is about a character named Drachen. Even the name sounds yummy, doesn't it?

Behind me, Aljehambra made a sudden shriek and Joha comforted her. From the muffling of her voice, I knew she had probably ducked into the folds of his arms, hiding her face from the whole scene.

Drachen had moved to the other side of the doorway, next to me. He stood motionless as I checked over my shoulder. His long hair swayed slightly in some errant breeze. His aura was quite palpable; his scent was exotic, like some funky incense and it was all I could do not to put my nose into his hair and just indulge in it.

And then I would eat him whole.

His large, expressive hazel eyes gazed into the room. I felt sudden desire skitter through me and I had to wonder if it was him attempting to put a thrall on me. Or was it just me being horny? I voted for the latter, since Drachen wasn't as yet a fully developed vampire. And I was unable to change into my alter ego—Weregirl.

Silvery light beamed back to me, and caught me off guard. The essence was absorbed by Dante's Stone, just like before. This time I felt it hit me more forcefully, and jerked with a little surprised gasp. Drachen noticed, but said nothing. The stone felt heavier suddenly; more dense. It was like carrying a gold nugget around my neck. The dagger returned and I snatched it out of the air quickly, twirled it, secured it. This earned an even more impressed look from Drachen.