Busy weekend

[elingregory]

Mostly writing though so that is good.



I feel a bit silly posting that over and over again so I haven't bothered for a few days. As usual I've got off the point and wandered around a bit but that - I know my own shortcomings, you see - was avoidance of the bug bear, ie. a sex scene. In the end I more or less closed my eyes to type it - you should SEE the typos! - which is just silly. Luckily it's not supposed to be an emotionally satisfying occurrence for either party involved so it fits quite well.

No, don't worry. I won't inflict inept boinkage on you as a snippet but have a little bit of UST:

Cynfal unpinned his cloak and swung it around Gwion's shoulders, holding it in place when Gwion tried to shrug it off.
"Let's hurry," he said. "Your sweat must be freezing on you."
They reached the snug little bothy very quickly, Gwion taking a narrow path under the rock that Cynfal had never noticed before. Inside it was warm, even without the fire. A little fire pit had been built since Cynfal’s last visit -- a ring of rocks surrounding ashes and nearby, on a smoothly pounded patch of bare earth, stood a jar filled with charcoal with glowing embers at the core. Cynfal shook some out to nestle in a matrix of twigs. He blew on them and, as they caught with a crackle, he turned to find Gwion folding the loaned cloak, his eyes on the checked fabric.
"This is good stuff," Gwion said. "Warm. Thank you for the loan."
"My wife made it our first winter together," Cynfal said as he took it. He folded it over his arm and set it on the end of the bed. "Shall I look at those bruises?"
Gwion started to shrug and thought better of it. He opened his belt to remove his tunic, dropping both beside the cloak, then smoothed his shirt up at the side. "It will soon heal," he whispered, bending his neck to try and see what was there.
"Let me see," Cynfal ordered. He gripped Gwion's shoulders to turn his side to the fire then dropped to one knee, holding the shirt high. Gwion took a breath, his prominent ribs lifting, pale skin gilded by the flames. What Cynfal could see of his skin was smooth apart from a hair or two just below his navel and one grazed patch on his short ribs that would look far worse tomorrow. The scant flesh around it was darkened. Cynfal pressed the centre of the hurt with the ball of his thumb, leaning close, listening for the tell tale grate of breakage, but all he heard was a soft indrawn breath from Gwion. It hadn't, quite, sounded like a gasp of pain. Cynfal leaned a little closer until his breath warmed the cold flesh and ran his fingers across the damaged skin.
This time he was sure. Gwion stood still but Cynfal could feel the quiver that ran through him as Cynfal stroked once more. He had one brief glimpse of the swell at the front of Gwion's breeks before he flinched away from Cynfal, dropping the shirt's hem back to mid thigh, and reached for his belt.
Cynfal got up and kept his voice light as he said, "Not much harm done, I don't think. Just don't get hit on the same spot again for a few weeks and you'll be fine."
Gwion didn't answer. He was fastening his belt with sharp angry gestures -- so Cynfal went to the door to wait for the rest of the party to arrive.

Comments

[elin-gregory.livejournal.com]

Thanks lovely! I do need to move them along, though. I might start to precis a bit and try to get the main scenes written. I don't want 2 unfinished Nanos on my hands.