February 11, 2012

Trifextra Weekend 3 - Write a Love Scene

Okay. I didn't think I'd manage this one but ... well ... I've surprised myself. This week's Trifextra challenge was to write a love scene, within the confines of 33 words and 333 words, and excluding the following words and their derivatives:

It didn't hurt that, as I write this I am listening to CBC Radio's Definitely Not the Opera (DNTO)'s Sook Lin Yee interview Jian Ghomeshi, host of Q. Seriously? Hotter than Hades these two, individually. Together they made my transistor radio smoke. This week's topic? Flirting.

If there still exist anything from the forbidden word list I blame the CBC. Um, yup.

Okay, so without further ado, I present to you:

Spring Love

She nudges playfully, only to be rebuffed.

I’m listening, returns an angry hiss.

She nudges again, more carefully this time. Her aim is for the exact spot she knows might shift the tide.

A tiny sound emerges deep from within the other’s throat, but nothing more. The look of deliberate concentration makes her snicker mutely.

Her mouth pursed, she blows pointedly into her victim's ear. A shudder and another miniscule animal noise are the encouragement she hungrily reaps.

Her baby finger newly wet with saliva she draws languidly across her lover’s neck, traipsing her long sharpened nail on goosebumping skin for effect. She cools the wet strip excruciatingly with her breath. Shoulder blades twitch, quadriceps contract. She knows she's on her way.

Sitting in the back of a lecture hall has its advantages unless one deems the discussion intriguing, inspiring or merely necessary. Spring semester has its own demands.

She aches so badly for more and she’s determined to get exactly that. More.

She quickly leans over and sinks her teeth solidly into a shoulder, grabbing her favourite fleshy part. Equally as swiftly she returns to upright and feigns a stillness not reflected inside.

The yelp, sharp and shocking, and the hurried scuttling that ensues, attract many mean backward glares. It is not particularly difficult to compete for attention with the professor’s dry shredding of The Female Eunuch.

Doors frantically bump open and close again with a shush, barely concealing peals of laughter that echo down the hallway.

Around the corner, down some stairs they run. It is as far as they can go, as far as she can manage before she pushes him, breathless and crazed, solidly against a cold concrete wall. Desperately, instinctually, she forges her way home.

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19 comments:

  1. "Desperately, instinctually, she forges her way home."

    Lovely.

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    1. Thank you so much. I liked that word string too ... surprised myself ...

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  2. Sigh... a little spark, a little madness, a little crazy... my favorite flavor. I like it, a whole whole lot.

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    1. Thank you very much. I am partial to crazy madness in issues of love.

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  3. Wow, I love the switch of her being to aggressor :)

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    1. thanks. this was pretty fun, actually.

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    1. 'twas only a delete 'cause it's a repeat. =)

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  5. I was trying to remember on which entry my computer had hiccoughed and not published my comment - aha! 'tis yours.

    and, being older, now I cannot remember my FIRST reaction to this piece. Other than . . . whew!

    the many mean backwards glances ring of JEALOUSY - wishes they were the couple - type glances. :)

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    1. I was TOTALLY one of the backward-glancing students, as opposed to the ones who were able to have fun. I am happy to report I am less that and more the other now.

      I love your reaction. It made me grin.

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  6. I'm loving the range of ages of the people in all these stories, and so glad to get that wild, young love perspective, when the rest of the world just doesn't seem to matter very much.

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    1. I totally agree. I made my way through each and every one of them and found it fascinating, how there existed a few in most every "sub" category.

      I love the *idea* of young wild love, but I really sucked at it. I think I'm much better and less concerned about myself at 44. I'm so glad to have arrived.

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  7. I love the symbolism of the professor's chosen text -- The Female Eunuch.

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    1. Thank you! I hope it wasn't too obvious ... Um, er, I haven't read it. I tried but ...

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    1. Aw, LL. Thank you. You're beautiful.

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  9. Thanks so much for linking up this weekend. Remember, this weekend’s entries are being judged by the Trifecta community so make sure you visit the site to register your vote! Hope you can join us for Monday’s prompt!

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