Yay, yay, yay, Chapters 21 and 22 tie directly together and are getting written at the same time. And it is KILLING me to not have it all together right this instant to share.
“She practically sprinted over to him, jumping
onto his lap and straddling his hips, high up near his length. She’d paid
attention the last time she had done this and knew that it drove him straight
towards lust. Her eyes were alight with her own shadow of unease and the
knowledge of having been so close to a tragedy without actually having to touch
it. She was shaken, like him. Not for the same reason but they had both faced
numerous living nightmares that day; unspoken understanding once again passing
between them. Her hands grabbed at his, placing them directly onto her breasts
while she kissed at his lips. It was a brazen move from the Little Bird. When
he kept still, she nuzzled at his neck and ground herself across his half
swollen cock like he’d shown her how weeks ago. He wanted nothing more than to
grant her wish and keep her happy; laying her down and helping the both of them
to forget the entire day. He could spend his terror in pleasured screams and
spasms of ecstasy while she cradled him gently. Just like the Blackwater, he
thought while kneading her breasts and tilting his jaw to scrape his teeth
across her neck. Her peaked nipples grazed his fingers through her gown. He
felt the stinging threat of tears. Isn’t this what he had wanted? Then why did
it feel so hollow? He didn’t think that he wanted to be aroused but how was he to
stop the rush of blood through his veins as she licked him. Fucking licked him!
Right across the hole that was meant to pass for an ear. He had been so scared!
He still was. She knew it and she wanted him. She wanted to save him from it. “
So, this is what I’ve been working on and fretting over for the past couple days!
Ghost Mice is one of my favorite bands ever, and I was really excited that they were coming to play in Santa Cruz. Their music means a lot to me, and I wanted to give them something in return, so made illustrations to go along with the song Oh Me, Oh Meand compiled them into a lil booklet to give to them.
In which Furiosa has to restrain her attack dog when some stupid idiot makes an offhanded derogatory comment about her during negotiations. (But a gentle stroke to his chest wordlessly tells Max: “SOON”)
I wasn’t sure where I was going with this… I just wanted to quickly doodle something before work this morning. I did not succeed in my time frame fyi. MURDER PARTNERS YAY!