This is it. I'm done. I can't do the excerpt challenge any more. Stop shrieking. I have to write. I can't do that if I'm always trying to figure out what to put on the blog and what to save for myself. So while I was originally going to share what was written on the back of my shower wall - I have no idea why I get scene ideas when I'm in there - I decided I'd be able to hear the screaming all the way on the other side of two countries.
So here you go OH. I wrote this today. For you. Now go do your homework and let me write in peace. :sigh: it was worth a try.
With a dramatic crash the patio doors in his bedroom were flung open. Nea swept in with a blast of bitter wind and a swirl of leaves. Her hair and wings were tattered as if she'd been violently shaken. An unholy grin was lit from within.
"Good evening, Alex." She trailed a long nail up his thigh. "Are you ready to play?"
Every muscle clenched as he fought to keep blood flowing to his brain. "No, thanks."
"Really?" She leaned in, let her breath caress the sensitive skin beneath his ear. "I could help you relax."
He wasn’t some hormonal teenager she’d dragged off the street. He could resist her advances. She licked his ear.
Any second now.
A leaf fell from the demon’s hair and skittered across her breast. With her wicked tongue driving away coherent thought, he never would have noticed the leaf his gaze hadn’t been fixated on that tempting part of her anatomy.
The leaf gently undulated then reversed gravity to skitter back up Nea’s neck and tuck itself beneath her hair.
Alex eased away from her. Leaves didn’t skitter. But that one had. Twice.
“What the hell was that?”
Nea delved her fingers into her hair. Smiled, and withdrew her hand.
How he’d ever taken the ugly brown beetle for a leaf was beyond him. His only excuse was the distraction Nea herself had provided.
“You named it?”
She scowled at him. “Of course I named her. She’s been with me since I was a kid.”
A slender finger gently stroked the shiny brown carapace. The bug’s long nose was almost the length of its body and he watched in mingled fascination and revulsion as it burrowed into Nea’s hand. The affection between the two was out-of-character for the demon.
Tiny wings flicked. Nea inclined her head then it skittered up and disappeared beneath the fall of her hair.
A chill raised his skin as understanding dawned. “That bug lives in your hair?”
“Where else would she live?”