I treated myself to some more commissioned artwork at deviantArt, and I am thrilled with the results! Here’s Callum and Ro at the beginning of their first intimate scene:
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| Artwork by Agregor. You absolutely want to check out the rest of his gallery (though be warned, there is plenty of nudity!) |
Let’s have an accompanying excerpt!
Her eyebrow flicked up in response to his snide tone. “Don’t sell
yourself short. I admit to being curious as to the various ways
your…condition makes you different. But I liked what I saw in our
initial training sessions. It’s been a while since anyone’s actually
impressed me.” The trademark smirk made its appearance again. “And don’t
forget, we’ve already been on top of each other.”
Callum didn’t
know what to make of her candid statements. Nor could he ignore the
memory that flashed through him for a moment of her legs wrapped around
his body. “Do you treat everything so casually?” he asked.
“You
ask too many questions.” She sighed and shook her head, further mussing
the brown spikes of her hair. “It’s just sex, Callum. It doesn’t have to
be that complicated. I’ve made it known that I’m attracted to you, and
you can do whatever you want with that information. Fucking me doesn’t
mean we’re in love, or that I’ll expect anything from you the next day.”
Silence
ensued. Ro stood up. “Well, I didn’t mean to take up so much of your
time. Enjoy the extra hour or so of sleep. If you need me for
anything….” Her sentence went unfinished as she walked towards the door
and opened it.
Callum stood up as well, and turned away from her.
He remembered her fingers on his skin, and how it had made him feel
whole again. The fleeting thrill conflicted with thoughts of how Meyta
used to touch him, and sorrow stabbed at him once more. He struggled
with the opposing emotions. The desire to cling to what he had left won
out. “Ro…wait.”
Her bare feet stopped moving across the floor.
Without facing her, he spoke again. “Since waking up here, I haven’t
given a lot of thought to…certain things. I don’t even know the extent
to which my injuries or the resulting modifications to my body
affected….”
The door clicked shut. “Is that all you’re worried about?” she asked.
“It’s high on the list. Don’t you think it’s rather important?” He risked a glance at her.
She
was leaning against the closed door, hands tucked behind her back. Her
lips curled into a coy smile, and she peered at him through her messy
hair. “Only one way to find out,” she said.