She watched as her father struggled with some unknown man. He was larger than her father. To her young self, the man seemed like a giant. He had pointed ears. Her childlike thoughts drifted to if it hurt for them to grow like that.
She cried out when she saw a blade driven into the chest of her father. She watched him look down, surprise on his face. His head turned to where Melinden was hiding. Her eyes grew large as the other man pulled out the blade. He lifted it up high, and struck it down. Her eyes clouded with tears as she watched the blade disappear into the neck of the only father she had know. She knew, even at that young age, that there was no way that he could survive that injury. Melinden wanted to run to him, to try and defend him, but her feet were glued. She was frozen with fear, unable to move.
She watched, with her hands covering her mouth should she scream, as her father fell to his knees. She watched as the man who had shoved the dagger into the neck of her father spat on the ground near her father, and then he turned away. He started to walk away when he stopped, and looked back.
“You will not be able to save her from me again, Samlyn. Nothing you do will save her from me.”
Melinden felt her breathing rapidly increase as Osburn walked towards her. His fingers were brushing against his chest as he unbuttoned his shirt. She watched, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, as he shrugged off the shirt, exposing a chest that had a small patch of hair across the pectorals, well-defined pectorals, that led to a thin trail of hair. Her eyes followed the trail to the waistband of his pants. She could see the bulge in the front, that clearly showed that he was definitely into what was going on.
“Tell me what you are thinking,” he told her, as he reached out to her, pulling him to her.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, and threaded her fingers into his hair. “All I can think is that, right now, I would really love to know what it would feel like to have your chest rub on mine,” she told him, as she pulled his mouth to hers. She slid her tongue into his open mouth, feeling his slide along hers.
She felt him shudder as he pulled her closer, deepening the kiss.She felt his hands leave her back. She was almost disappointed, until she felt his fingers on the front of her shirt. She shuddered slightly when she felt his fingers brush against the tips of her breasts.
Those are two different scenes I wrote. Today. Within a couple hours of each other. No, it’s not the full scenes, but goodness, that’s just, wow. That’s some extremes.
I’m proud of what I wrote though. Also, please note, that these are completely unedited. This is exactly how they show up in the writing right now. I’m not looking for anything. I’m just sharing.