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Tom adjusted his clothing for a final time before leaving his room. The need for it was a matter of opinion. Regardless, he wanted everything to be just right. He took the ring from its table and set it in his pocket, taking care to place it by itself and securely so it wouldn’t fall. He ran down the stairs, and quickly ate a light breakfast. His mother noticed the meager portion of a small sausage, two bites of cheese, and a quarter of a grapefruit. “Tom,” she interrupted him as he started to launch himself out of his seat. “Have some more breakfast, please.” Tom slowed slightly. “Sorry, Mum, it’s okay, not too hungry now, lots to do, don’t worry, I’m alright and I’ll bring some food along.” He said this breezily, as he moved like a wind through the kitchen to gather the ingredients of a lunch. He took a small loaf of honeyed bread with him. He completed his circuit of the kitchen, then kissed his mother’s cheek. “Thank you

There once was a well-known street artist Who was as clever as could be. He could make his art very lifelike Which was quite a sight to see. He liked tricking people with his art For it was all too easy. One day, while walking down the street With his art supplies in hand, He couldn't help but notice that The roads just looked too bland. If only it had a bit more pizzazz Wouldn’t that be grand? After staring at the street for a while, An idea came to his head. If there wasn’t anyone who could brighten the road, He would do it himself instead. Looking at his chalks, he thought "Why not?" He might as well go ahead. He stepped right onto the empty road Making sure no cars were coming by, It was time to set his plan into action, He might as well give it a try. He knew this project would be the best, Though he wouldn’t tell others why. With his chalk, he began to draw For an hour, or maybe two He added some black, a bit of white, And just a few touches of blue. How clever he was, for

Kilowog was in a locked chase with Alisand'r hot on his tail. A Tamaranean with super strength and invulnerability would send anyone hightailing it but that wasn't why Kilowog was flying away. He was more concerned with trying to think of a strategy that could actually work. Since their fight had begun, the two were reduced to a stalemate. Neither could seem to get the upper hand on the other. Kilowog managed to turn himself around midair and fly backwards as he shot a series of green energy beams off. Alisand'r avoided them all by weaving between each one. As she came out of the obstacle she graced the Bolovaxian with a cocky smirk. Getting an idea, Kilowog suddenly stopped and reached a hand back. Alisand'r had tried to come to a stop but before she could Kilowog grabbed her by the throat just before she could crash into him. He held her tight and with his ring hand blasted her in the chest. She skyrocketed into a building. As soon as he felt victorious himself something caught

CHAPTER TWO Embarrassed. She was embarrassed. Sappho wanted to hide under a rock. She wanted to go into the closet and never come out. Lock the closet door, throw away the key and be lost forever, rinse and repeat. Maybe she needed to stop smoking ganja too? Gotta stay away from that Death Star Kush… the merlot with dinner probably didn’t help either, she was hiding underneath the comforter yet kept her eyes shut. Last night… Sappho drifted back to last night, back to the way Matt’s fingertips glided her cheek before diving into her cacao hair, pulling her close. Everything was going so well. She was having proper sex like a proper woman- then she ruined everything when she did that with him. Matt probably thinks his dad was right after all- I really am a no good liberal witch whore! She buried her face into her pillow and groaned. She felt like Matt would never respect her again. He may still love her, sure- the memory of him holding her during Beau’s birth lulled her back

A/N: This is a bit um...spicy. Nothing that I think is M-rated but to be safe just be aware of spicy things ahead. It'll be obvious as the chapter progresses but this is set during Shadow of the Hawk. ________________________________________________________ Her heart jumped to her throat when his hand settled against her cheek. A blush immediately rose to her face and she couldn't stop herself from melting into his touch. Her head was spinning. Her heart felt as though it had burst into a million pieces. She was with Carter. Lying on top of his bed. She couldn't believe what was happening. She couldn't believe it was even possible. Shayera couldn't quite comprehend her current situation. Yet here Carter was with her. Touching her, kissing her, loving her. His touches set her system aflame and left her stomach twisted up. She wasn't going to last at this rate. Shayera felt her body give an involuntary shudder as she felt Carter's hand slowly travel up her right inner thigh.