So many...too many. A space opera, a film noir thriller, a threesome romance, a fantasy adventure, a superheroine story, a supernatural story, an action adventure...etc.
I'm like a kid in a candy store and I can't decide what to have.
I can't start any. I'm full up with threads. Though I think I might've had two die on me recently.
But my problem is I have the grass is always greener syndrome. I commit to so many because I'm always looking for a new challenge as a writer. Huntress is the longest running thread I have going right now, which is saying something, because I tend to get bored when the challenge stops being challenging to me, and I start looking for a new area or character I have never tried before and eventually the thread dies out.
Eyes close at the feeling of your fingers on my cheek. Hand moving to caress your cheek as well as this moment envelopes us. Lips part wanting to speak words so soft... love... the only word given sound.
Curled in your lap as the kiss renews with that same fire a faint whimper falls from me at the sheer emotion and purity of everything it conveys. Hands move to cup your cheeks and to trace thorough the back of your hair.