YAY! The Last Ship premieres tonight and I’m very excited! In other television news, it's definitely summer and I've only got two active shows going until later this evening.
Wynonna Earp is crazy good. I need to watch this week's episode, but last week's twist caught me off guard. In a totally great way.
Orphan Black's lead-in to the finale proved excellent as always. Rachel continues to grate on my nerves, but kudos to her for playing Evie Cho and outmaneuvering her with such brutal precision. And, of course, the surprise at the end made the episode kick ass awesome.
I started a rewatch of Babylon 5 and Strike Back. I know, opposite ends of the spectrum but both are terrific shows. I need to find something else to watch after these. Any suggestions… let me know.
Tonight's post is from Muddy Up the Waters, a novella that got a start with a two word prompt of "That's right".
Here's the mini-blurb:
Fiona and Warrick can't quite get their timing together long enough to be on the same page when it comes to making a commitment. Instead they expend their energy on playing a game of who can hurt who the most… until one decides enough is enough.
And a preview snippet…
He expected the kiss when it came, but not the intense backwash of emotion that smacked him in the face. Yeah, Fiona usually got him revved and ready in record time, but her mouth worked magic on his lips. She gave freely and poured soul into the embrace.
Fiona did smoking hot sex. She did fast and dirty and out of this world. She did not throw exposure of her feelings into the mix. She always held back, kept a barrier around her heart.
But the way she kissed him, right now? Full-on physical contact with a lot of something more? Blew his mind.
His fingers tangled in her hair and he fully engaged. Each brush of her tongue against his kicked up the lust and love flowing through his brain. He didn't even realize they were moving until her back hit the wall and she pushed up onto her toes to wrap her legs around his waist. Warrick quickly grabbed two handfuls of her ass and carried her to the nearest flat surface—the window seat in the middle of the exterior wall. Perching on the edge, he continued moving his mouth over hers, but the painful throb of his cock became a distraction.
He eased away from her. "Fi, a little help here." His gaze dropped to the hard outline nestled against the apex of her thighs.
She blinked, her eyes dazed with passion. "What? Oh. Yeah, no problem." With fumbling fingers, Fiona popped the button of his jeans and dragged the zipper down.
He lifted his hips, giving her room to shove the denim past his hips. He breathed a sigh of relief, until she circled her fingers around the rigid flesh. Damn. He couldn't wait to be inside her.
He groaned and slid his hands under the waistband of her leggings. "God, I need you." Pushing the material down, he lowered the pants.
She wriggled back, kicking one leg free then scooting forward and lifting up to sink down over his shaft. The heated, slick warmth enveloping his dick felt like home and he never wanted to leave. Digging his fingers into her thighs, he exhaled slowly, fighting to stay in control.
Fiona made a satisfied hum. "Mmm. You feel so damned good." Her hips rocked forward and her head fell back.
He moved a hand to her nape, tipping her chin forward. "Not gonna last, Fi. It's been too long." He held her gaze, tilting his pelvis upward.
She sucked in a breath. "Don't care. More later." Grasping his shoulders, she bucked against his groin.
Warrick gave her full rein, letting her set the pace. More later meant she'd stick around… at least for the night.
Gotta say, I had no clue where this one was headed until recently, but this scene poured out in one sitting. J
That's it for this week.