Alder's Grove

First: A beginning of a story which obnoxiously cuts off just before the description,
Previous: In Which There are Second Thoughts - and Third.
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Her eyes were closed. He liked that; it let him watch her face. Her hands were on him like she was trying to pin him down - who was he kidding? She could pin him down without any hands at all - and her expression was somewhere else, somewhere reaching for bliss.

He brushed his lips against hers, then kissed her properly. He was on his back, and she was on top of him and…

He closed his eyes and stopped thinking for a while. She was moving above him and that was, for the moment, all that mattered.
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This is written to sauergeek‘s commission and a request for more about how Beryl’s father got hooked into the family.
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In high school, there had been a couple people — two in every year, three in the class that were freshmen when Mark was a senior — that were just a little bit different.

Not “didn’t follow the social conventions quite right” different, not “their accent says they didn’t grow up around here” different, but somehow just a little strange, despite conventional clothes and conventional haircuts.

To himself, Mark thought of them as “shiny” or, sometimes “sparkly,” but since none of his buddies seemed to notice — and none of the sparkly people seemed to notice him — he thought little more of it.

Then came college.

Freshman year, first semester, Survey of American Literature I. She sat down next to him and smiled, and Mark was hooked.
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This is written to sauergeek's commissioned continuation of King(Maker) Cake, a story of the Aunt Family. There's more to be told on this story, but this is where this piece wanted to end.

"Damnit," Stone swore, and immediately wanted to swear again, because you didn't use words like that in front of the family adults. "My..." He meant to say my tooth, but as he fished the piece of metal out of the muffin, he started to feel strange. "... ooooh."

He realized everyone was looking at him, and his survival instincts, which appeared to have been taking a nap up to this point, finally kicked in. He looked at his nearest male cousin — Geoffrey, who had the advantage of being just about as phlegmatic as family men were supposed to be — and muttered, "tell 'em I went out for a walk if they ask. Picking walnuts or something?"

Geoffrey eyed the little gold rabbit in Stone's hand and nodded. "Walnuts. They're in the back," he offered in a mutter.
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It's the Holiday Season, ripe with family events, what-do-I-get-for-whom, and, in the north, Snow!

In honor of that, I'm opening up four 500-word commission slots for $10 each.

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