Scribble: One day, I will go back to writing about robots.

      She smiles a mischievous little smile, stretching lithe, porcelain arms across the bed, casually sliding over the bare, gently rising-and-falling tawny stomach below her. As a familiar pair of bright eyes, half-open, follow her, not leaving her own, her milky white fingertips gently trace long-forgotten letters upon her lover's body, the brightest of smiles growing ever so slightly with each touch. A warm hand reaches up to caress the living doll's cheek, as a wistful sigh mingles with a gentle purr, warm, moist lips gently kissing unseen lines along the soft, smooth olive skin.
      "I love you," comes a half-whisper, as the tiny kitten finds a familiar pair of lips shortly pressed against her own. So small in her lover's arms, the doll lets slip another sigh, sliding down to bury her delicate face in her lover's ample breast. Fingertips gingerly caressing her lover's smooth, supple body, she purrs once more, her lips lovingly seeking each untouched bit of flesh.
      "I love you," she breathily replies, nuzzling as a familiar hand traces patterns along her porcelain back. "I love you..."

Scribble: Scribbled in a notebook while sitting beneath a tree.

      "What'cha reading?" chirped a sweetly curious voice from above.
      The reader, slightly distracted by her task, took a moment before flancing up at the girl in the branches. With a little laugh, she smiled at the eavesdropper, gingerly closing the dusty old tome.
      "Just something I found hidden away someplace," she replied, as her companion leaned over, carefully balanced atop her perch. "An old collection of stories, fables, and such. How about you? What're you doing out here?"
      "Oh, not much," chirped the eavesdropper with a smile, just before dropping gracefully beside the giggling reader. "Just, y'know . . . finding something that's hidden away someplace."
      Without another word, the reader simply blushed, as her companion nuzzled into her shoulder. Closing her eyes, she could hear a gentle sigh, lost in the sound of rustling leaves...

Scribble: Sometimes, I hope gender ambiguity can flow with vivid description.

      Birdsong fluttered through the cool morning air, as a pair of sleepy eyes gazed out over the waters, growing lost in the limbs of trees and rustling leaves. A playful breeze tickled bare arms and legs, running its unseen fingers through long, auburn locks, lulling about the shore and its slowly-waking nymph. A yawn teased the still-waking soul, tugging at her smiling lips, as she crossed her slender arms tightly over her chest for warmth.
      "Lovely," a whisper tickled at her ears, as another pair of arms wrapped tightly around the skin of her waist. Leaning back into a soft, familiar chest, the nymph sleepily nuzzled into such gentle warmth, finally letting slip the unrelenting yawn. With a renewed smile, she slid her arms over her lover's own, quietly purring at the touch.
      "It is," she cooed, pressing her head ever so slightly into the warmth behind her. "I never thought a morning could be so beautiful."
      A giggle tickled her ears, as a gentle pair of lips tickled her cheek. "I meant you," came the soft whisper, as her smile grew all the brighter. Gently purring, she carefully turned within the sweet embrace, as her slender arms slid around the warm, inviting waist.
      "I know," she whispered, as a giggle slipped into the air, followed by the gentle sound of touching lips, soon lost in the flutter of birdsong...

Scribble: I've been sick, and someone's been sweet.

      With a heartfelt sigh, she excitedly danced upon the hardwood floors, her stiff, bare toes still aching from their temporary disuse. A radiant smile beaming upon her tired, gentle face, she held the worn and weathered box to her heart, twirling and stepping on air in excitement. The faint ghost of a cough tickled her swollen throat, but the dancer still smiled, unkempt hair flowing freely with each graceful movement.
      I'm the luckiest girl in the world, she thought, looking down at the familiar curls and lines written as a name. Thank you, she whispered in her heart, another sigh slipping past her lips, as thoughts of a warm bed and a familiar pair of arms teased her into another twirl. Closing her eyes, the dancer could only see the bright blue eyes so familiar to her heart, as her cheek instinctively nuzzled rough cardboard flaps, feeling only the softest of skin.
      The sound of a gentle ring tugged at her ear, as the lithe dancer glided, without so much as a stumble, over to the flashing, chirping phone. Still holding the box to her heart, she let slip a giggle, a loose sleeve sliding down her arm.
      "Feeling any better, love?" cooed a gentle voice, tickling her ear with sweetness.
      "I am now," came the raspy whisper, followed by another trickle of laughter. "Thank you..."

Flash Fiction: Something from nothing.

      Static flashed upon the screen, as the sound of gentle breathing faded into the scratchy electronic shriek. Nestling into the gently rising-and-falling chest beneath her head, the young girl squeezed her living pillow tightly in her sleep, just as a crocheted blanket slipped haphazardly from her shoulders. Shivering ever so slightly, she barely felt a pair of arms wrapping firmly, but gently around her, pulling her closer into the soft, warm body below. Stirring but briefly, the dreamer simply nuzzled deeper into her lover's chest, as a pair of lips sleepily pressed against her pillow.
      Just beyond the dusty window pane, the thick clouds of night rolled and flashed, thunderously bellowing for the coming storm. Soon, the gentle sound of rain filled the air, mingling with the static and the swoons of dreams, as smiles slid onto slumbering lips...

Scribble: This one made me blush.

      Delicate fingers tickled her skin, tracing unseen patterns and gentle shapes, as sunlight danced tenderly across her back. The blankets and pillows, in all their shyness, had slipped away in the night, leaving her wrapped only in the familiar pair of arms, her head resting comfortably on her lover's breast. As her eyelids fluttered open, she could see the blurred shape of a smile, and a pair of half-open eyes gazing into her own.
      "G'morning, sleepyhead," cooed the sweet melody, as a pair of familiar lips soon found their way to her own. Hearing the gentle beating of her lover's heart, the sleepyhead found her lips curling into a smile, as fingertips flowed through her long, disheveled locks with the greatest of ease.
      Still half-asleep, she slipped back to her warmest of pillows, gently kissing the soft skin awaiting her. "How are you so warm?" she purred, nuzzling deeper into her lover's chest, squeezing her arms tightly around her pillow's supple hips.
      "I love you," came the sweet melody, tickling the sleepyhead's ears, "how else am I supposed to be, so wrapped-up in you?"
      A sly little grin slipping onto her face, the sleepyhead squeezed tighter, pulling their bodies even closer. "You're simply too sweet, y'know," the sleepyhead cooed, her lips following unseen patterns across her pillow's skin. "Simply too good to me, my sweetest dream..." she whispered, before words faded away, lost in the sunlight's warm embrace.

Scribble: My dream.

      Little flecks of white gently drift through the chill night air, tiny shavings from fallen stars come to rest upon the ground. High above the dreamers, a thousand silent watchers float endlessly beyond the clouds, peering through unseen gaps to the entwined lovers far below. Even the wind calms, playful fingers no longer slipping between folds of cloth, waiting for the moment to grant the breeze its blessing.
      Standing together in each other's arms, the two let little specks of white fall leisurely between them, the stream from their breath casually tickling the lenses before their eyes. A hand strays away from the warmth of her back, delicately slipping fingers around the wire frames, as another strays from his, gracefully joining him in freeing pairs of longing, loving eyes. A laugh slips between the steam, the satisfying clink of metal on wood ringing quietly in the air as a sound of liberation.
      The snow stops, the last few glimmers of frozen stars drifting gently to the tops of heads and shoulders. Neither notices, locked in love's warm embrace, lips bringing them above the clouds, to be home again in the night sky. Cheeks flush, passions flare and bask in the glow of streetlights, the chill air no longer seeking to embrace the lovers, as the moment brings only smiles between kisses, gentle words carried on whispers that not even the wind dare profane.
      And somewhere, hidden from all other eyes, a streak of light flashes across the sky, a blessing for a new home, a new life, and many more moments to come.

Scribble: Learning to paint again...

      She carefully placed her toes onto the creaking wood, feeling the gentle waves rolling just beneath. In a single breath, her hands instinctively reached in any direction that might keep her from the chill water's embrace, as her foot crashed down onto the craft.
      “It's okay,” came a familiar voice, floating atop warm laughter. “You'll get used to it, I promise...”
      Catching the softness of her companion's eyes, she let a sigh slip away from behind her lips, corners curling into the smallest of smiles. With a deep breath, her other leg fell haphazardly into the boat, as her lithe body rocked with the rhythm of the waves.
      "Told you," came the familiar voice once more, as inviting arms wrapped around the nervous seafarer. "Now, shall we get started?"
      With a nod, the lithe young girl fell into an open seat, the wood creaking under the sudden weight. Looking out across the endless blue horizon, her squinting eyes followed wings of white, as the distant cry of gulls tugged at her ears. Far above, clouds mimicked their movements, drifting along on wings larger than the sky could hold.
      "It's beautiful here," she whispered, a gentle, crisp breeze tousling her shimmering silver locks. "Thank you for bringing me out here."
      With a smile, her companion simply tilted his head, motioning to the oar hanging idly beside her. Smiling in kind, the seafarer slipped the wood between her slender hands, as the shore started to slowly slip away...

Scribble: I've been sick lately...

      Sunlight slipped through dusty, half-open blinds, as the sounds of passing cars drifted in through the glass. Glowing copper in the dancing light, unkempt locks shifted atop the cocoon of comforters and sheets, the rest hiding beneath overstuffed pillows.
      "Plan on staying in bed all day?" chirped a quiet voice, as a pair of bright eyes searched, to no avail, for the hint of a face in all the mess.
      "When it's warmer out there than it is in here, I'll consider an alternative," came the grumbled reply, as the would-be sleeper felt her companion slide beside the mound of fabric. Rolling around to catch a pair of familiar amber orbs, she couldn't help but smile, her cheeks weakly straining at the effort. "Still sick," the would-be sleeper continued, softer than before. "Though at least it's through the rougher parts..."
      With a smile, her companion leaned forward, reaching down to run her slender fingers through the flowing copper locks. "You sound better, anyway," came the quiet voice once more, the words gently tickling the sleeper's ears. "Still, you should get up for a little bit, at least..."
      "Or..." the invalid began, a mischievous smile falling upon her face. Suddenly, her bare, tawny arms burst from her cocoon, wrapping tightly around her companion before pulling the smaller girl inside. A feigned scream filled the air, quickly overtaken by surprised laughter, as the willing captive soon found herself beneath layer after layer, auburn locks tickling her cheek.
      "You're definitely feeling better," came the chuckled, exasperated reply, as a slender hand reached out to resume a gentle pet. "I guess it is pretty nice and warm in here, too . . . though I did bring you some freshly-brewed tea..."
      "It can be reheated," replied a tired voice, slipping through the cracks in a yawn. Shifting herself once again, the would-be sleeper nuzzled deeply into her companion's chest, an arm still wrapped tightly around her captive. "Thank you, though..." she began once more, voice growing softer with each breath. "You're so sweet to me..."
      "Silly girl..." came the quiet reply, a slight flush falling upon the captive's smiling face. Hidden even in the dancing light, slumber slipped in between graceful fingers, falling between auburn locks, and gently closed a pair of eyes...

Scribble: I think I miss spring.

      Shyly she stood, as nearby the midday sun dancing atop the rippling waters. Twirling and playing with the folds of her dress, a slight blush came upon her face at the thought of someone seeing her. Silly girl, she chided, her smile briefly fading, you're in a clearing in the middle of the woods. With an embarrassed sigh, her eyes turned toward the sky once more, the endless blue captured perfectly in her irises.
      Fluttering from far above, a single white butterfly drifted to the secret dancer's outstretched fingers, as the girl gently drew her hand close. "Is it you?" she asked, the pounding of her heart ringing in her ears.
      Before another word could pass her lips, a cloud of white fell gracefully from above, a thousand tiny wings fluttering away. Laughing as she twirled, the dancer let the creatures surround her in a graceful display, reaching her bare arms out for an embrace. Within but a moment, she stood completely encircled, invisible to the outside world.
      And in but another, a flash of white filled the air, as the dancer stood, with a small waif in her arms, clad in the most elegant of dresses.
      "Indeed it is," whispered the smaller of the girls, smiling just as brightly as her companion, "for as the season comes, so, too, do I..."

Scribble: Scene from a future project?

      A candle's fickle flame danced upon the wick, as she looked across the tiny attic once more. Having slipped away from her companions as they slept, the waif couldn't help but smile at her new-found privacy, suppressing an anxious giggle in an effort not to wake them. Trying to brush away long silver locks, her fingertips graced the ornate leather patch where her left eye once had been, and the tender care someone had taken to ease the loss with beauty.
      Another gift, thought the waif, her single eye welling-up with a tear. One you promised you'd take back someday, if only to give me another. But that's not why I'm here...
      With a wistful sigh, she quickly unfastened the fabric above her breast, just enough to reveal a small, metal chamber where her heart might've been. Cautiously, her slender fingers tapped a gentle rhythm, as the circular seal shifted away, revealing but an elaborate series of gears and springs, roughly in the shape of a heart.
      Gently reaching inside, her fingers found a small locket, fitting in place with its surroundings almost perfectly, despite its peculiar shape. Staring longingly at the little rabbit of brass, the waif released yet another sigh, before folding the trinket into her pale, soft hands.
      Thank you, she thought, the faint clicking of her inner mechanisms sounding almost like a song. May we meet again so very soon...

Scribble: I couldn't figure out what he's applying to do.

      Birdsong drifted above the glistening waters, tickling the swimmers' ears as they laid upon the warm sand. Quietly they listened, their bare skin waiting for the sunlight to sate its thirst, as a stray thought floated over to the pile of neatly-folded shirts and jeans nearby. Sharing a towel and a smile with his companion, the taller of the two remained propped on his elbow, as emerald orbs gazed into the azure waters hidden beneath the other swimmer's eyes.
      "You're doing it again," the shorter said with a half-chuckle, hands folded neatly upon his flat stomach.
      "Doing what, pray tell?" said the first, his innocent tone doing little to obscure the grin upon his face.
      With a sigh, the shorter sat-up, using a hand to brush away stray granules of sand in his blond hair. "Oh, nothing, Lev," came the exasperated, yet willingly so, reply, "just making it painfully obvious that you're waiting for me to say something." With another half-chuckle, he added, "ass."
      Falling onto his back, the taller heaved a sigh of his own, comically raising a wrist to his forehead. "Oh, how quickly he hath discovered my ruse," he said with mock despair, trying to keep his grin at bay. "And it only took him this long to put the pieces together! Such admirable detective skills haven't been seen since Ryan discovered someone's secret affections for him!"
      A playful laugh soon followed, only to be left alone to linger in the air. The clever grin falling from his face, Lev looked over at the slender swimmer beside him, only to find him turned toward the water.
      "I'm sorry," he said, placing a hand gently upon his companion's shoulder. "I forgot about . . . you know."
      With another heaving sigh, a smaller, slender hand fell atop Lev's own. "It's okay," he replied, turning to face his companion with a smile upon his face, "I mean, I know you didn't mean that, just . . . couldn't help thinking about it, is all."
      For a brief moment, not even birdsong could be heard, as the gentle lapping of the waves roared like thunder. Without a sound, a pair of strong, inviting arms wrapped around the sullen swimmer's body, as a chin tenderly fell upon his shoulder.
      "Next year," came a soothing whisper, "you'll try again, and you'll make it. And just to be sure, promise me one little thing, and I'll do everything in my power to help."
      "What's that?" Ryan asked, awkwardly leaning into his companion's embrace.
      "Take me with you," came the mischievous reply, the grin glowing so brightly upon Lev's face that even the sunlight felt threatened by it. "And don't you dare try to slip away, either. We both know who's the strongest!"
      Squeezing his smaller companion tightly, Lev let loose a pathetic roar, soon joined by Ryan's stifled laughter. "Damn you!" Ryan cried out, playfully struggling in his companion's embrace, before giving-in entirely, nuzzling into a heaving, almost purring chest.
      "Will you, though?" Lev asked, running a hand through sandy blond locks. "Take me with you, I mean..."
      Without a word, the smaller gave a tender smile, before gently pressing his lips to his lover's own. "Of course," Ryan whispered, gazing into verdant fields, "after all, I might need help in honing my detective skills . . . ass."

Scribble: This is what happens when I listen to Shatner; or, People will probably think me a furry for one word choice.

      Slowly, her eyes came to open, daylight slipping through cracks in the blinds. Birdsong blended with passing cars and voices, tickling her ears with the new life of the day. Yet, the warmth beneath the covers was too much, tempted by the lingering heaviness of her eyelids. She couldn't help but chortle at the conflict she now found herself in, a tired smile growing on her face.
      As she tilted her head to yawn, she winced in pain, noticing too late that her auburn locks were pinned beneath her lover's slumbering head. Trying to suppress a yelp for his sake, her slender fingers gently pulled the captive strands away, eyes drifting to his peaceful face.
      He was still smiling that same smile from the night before. Sleep never stole that from you, did she? she thought, as slender fingertips tenderly brushed against his cheek. Tempted to disturb such peacefulness with a kiss, she let out a gentle sigh, instead gently burrowing into his bare chest.
      "Maybe . . . five more minutes," she purred, nuzzling into his warmth, pulling the blanket closer.
      Soon, they were sharing the same smile.

Scribble: I haven't written anything sweet in a while, and Junk Science's "Bancroft" is playing...

      Her bangs fall gracefully over her eyes, just long enough to hide the round, brown orbs from the streetlight. A bashful smile falls soon after, sweet, shy, and sincere, if the flushing cheeks are to be believed.
      Her gentle laughter flows, bubbles along a mountain stream, just enough to tickle. A slender fingertip brushes little brown locks to the side, as a certain smile reflects in certain eyes in the dim glow.
      "Really?" she asks, voice as smooth as silk, half-giggled words casting wrinkles in the sheets.
      Really.

Scribble: What? I'm feeling romantic while listening to 8-bit music.

      A quiet sigh fluttered in the air, carried aloft by butterfly wings. As azure eyes followed it drift along the breeze, the girl felt the memory of warm, soft skin gently caress her cheek. Without a thought, her own slender fingertips graced the blushing skin, as her eyes slipped beneath their lids.
      Even after so long, she thought, a gentle breeze tousling long, raven locks as it passed, it still feels like only a moment ago...
      So entranced, only the touch of soft, familiar lips could force her eyes open, pressing against her uncovered cheek. Startled, she turned in fright, only to be calmed at the mischievous smile and pair of emerald eyes awaiting her.
      "Sorry," came the sweet melody, as slender arms found new ways to intertwine, "I couldn't resist..."

Scribble: Let me have this for once.

      The sun gently taps on my eyelids, as soft purring tickles my ears. With a sigh, I wonder where my little feline residents have nestled, to hear the pleasant motor of their breaths so clearly.
      Before I can turn my head, I feel a soft weight over my chest, as disheveled locks fall casually from my chest. I can't tell if she is smiling, or if her eyes are even closed; not even a gentle squeeze is telling, as she buries her face even deeper in me. I can't help but smile for her, though, as my fingertips wander through silken strands, my arm sliding very carefully over her own.
      I can feel the softness of her breath, the warmth of her touch. Briefly, my eyelids start sliding back into place...
      The paw on my nose, of course, proposes an alternative.