Thursday Throw Out

Here we are again. Thursday and I am scrambling to find something to throw at you guys.


This week has been rough. First, I took Muse down again. A friend talked some sense in to me and I realized she was right. Not to mention TWO PEOPLE told me it was Twilightesque which is a big fat nope for me. I don't do fan fiction. Well, I guess I have in the past, but Muse was intended to be an original, not some cheap knock off of Stephanie Meyer. But I digress.


Second, one of my favorite parts of Scarred was tainted by they succubus that is EL James. I don't want to offend anyone with my disdain for the woman, so I digress, again, but I really just want to toss out my entire written portfolio and scrub my brain with a brillo pad. I will maintain, however, that the scene was written before FSOG was released. Alas, that matters not to the public.


Since this is what we are talking about I may as well share it. At least it will be seen by my readers eyes before I send it to the trash heap. Hope you enjoy it, I love it.


Scarred




I can tell he is perfectly serene in this room. His entire being relaxes as he walks in and sits in a high back chair near the window. I walk over to a stereo that I see on a shelf near the door. I hit the power button and hear speakers spring to life. Pressing play I smile as I hear the light tones of La Traviata start over the invisible sound system, that sounds like its wired to the whole house. I turn back to see Brayden a few feet behind me.


“Do you like Italian Opera? I can change it to something else.”


                “I love LA Traviata, I have no clue what they are saying, but it’s still beautiful. They play this one a lot at the restaurant. Garret and I always sing along…and I can’t believe I just told you that.” I drop my glance as my cheeks pink.


Brayden raises my chin and looks into my eyes with a warmth that makes my thighs tingle. He strokes my bottom lip with his thumb and begins to speak:


“Let's drink, let's drink from the joyous chalices ,that beauty so truly enhances. ,And may the brief moment be inebriated , with voluptuousness. Let's drink for the ecstatic feeling  that love arouses. Because this all-powerful eye aims straight to the heart. Let's drink, my love, and the love among the chalices will make the kisses warmer.”


He leans down and places a chaste kiss on my lips before pulling back and smiling at me.


                “That was beautiful, is that what they are saying?”


            “It’s a loose translation, my Italian is rusty.”
            “So the whole song is about getting drunk and getting busy?” I give him a wry smile.


            He laughs, “From what I can make out the man is trying to get the lady drunk so he can compromise her virtue. The female is trying to avoid his advances, ergo keeping her honor. I think the translation is subjective. Like I said my Italian is rusty.”


            I giggle. “That puts a whole new spin on our mock opera in the kitchen. I am not sure Garrett’s going to dig the fact that he has been singing about trying to get into my pants for the past two years.”


            “No I suppose not.” Brayden says with a straight face. Our eyes meet and we burst out laughing again. Who knew that things would be so easy and relaxed with him?
****


Well, there you have it...le sigh. Maybe I will keep it...see you next week

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