Step one of the breaking up the writing slump was to toss out a few prompts to myself that I’ve been hoarding. I had thought what would come from it would be a romantic little thing, but this smutty little thing came instead. I may have to try again, as the prompt does deserve that romantic version.
“This morning all non-coffee energy comes from having slept in your blue shirt.”
Sarah Manguso, Address on the Tenth Day, Siste Viator
Words: ~600 | Rated: R
It was her – their – secret.
It couldn’t stay that way forever. Mary Margaret was too nosy and Elsa would eventually see through any story she’d try to concoct, but right here, these moments? Those belonged to just her and Killian.
The bed beside her, still rumpled and creased, had grown cold, and the thin curtain that framed the window billowed from the breeze that blew through crack Killian had left open when he snuck down the fire escape. But she was still wrapped in the soft blue flannel shirt she had thrown on when he began to pick through the clothes on the floor to retrieve his jeans and t-shirt from the night before.
The smile he had given her once he pulled the t-shirt over his head had been brilliant and blinding.