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That set was much easier than several of the previous ones. Thank you!

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FelsGoddess

This set is disgustingly sweet. Seriously. You may need to brush your teeth after reading.


Challenge Set Fourteen:
66. Psychic

Wynssa Stareflare plopped down in her chair in her dressing room. She slowly removed the gaudy jewelry that made up her costume. Filming was complete. As the female lead in the psychological crime thriller, she’d worked long hours for the past two months. She was grateful it was over, but knew she would miss the experience.

A bouquet of flowers rested in a vase on the vanity. She plucked the small card and smiled. Soontir always knew when she needed a pick-me-up.

I am counting the days until I hold you in my arms again, my love.

Yours forever,
Soontir


67. Detective
Syal chuckled at the perplexed look appearing on Chak’s face as he patted her swollen belly.

“Baby in here?” he asked, look exactly like his father when he was confused.

“Yes.”

Chak’s eyes narrowed and he asked, “You eat him?”

“Oh no,” Syal responded, scooping up her younger son. “He’s growing.”

Chak looked even more confused. “When he coming out?”

“In a few months, after your birthday. You and Davin will have to be good big brothers.”

Chak nestled his head against her chest. His voice dropped as he asked, “Daddy coming home?”

“Soon,” Syal responded hopefully, hugging Chak tightly.


68. Fraud
Cherith’s eyes sparkled as she clapped her tiny hands together. Fruit pulp spattered from her hands and landed on her mother’s cheek.

“Cherith, don’t play with your food,” Syal scolded.

“Mom, she might not be hungry,” Davin said, standing a safe distance away.

“Oh, she is. You used to do the same thing,” Syal told him. He looked offended at the idea.

Meal times were hectic in the Fel household. Davin and Chak were old enough to feed themselves. Not to be outdone by his brothers, Jagged refused help. Cherith found food tasted better when splattered all over her hands.


69. Awareness
He was vaguely aware of a hand clutching his. His eyes opened slowly. The harsh lighting and white ceiling told him he was in a medward. He couldn’t feel anything.

A soft hand touched his cheek. He turned his head and gave his wife a weak smile. Her green eyes filled with tears. Her blond hair was tied away from her face.

Chattering voices met his ears. He could hear his children asking to see their father. He smiled as six small bodies scrambled on the bed and bestowed him with hugs and kisses. Warmth began to filled his veins.

70. Pharmaceutical
Soontir supported Syal with an arm around her back. Her face contorted in pain as another contraction ripped through her. Sweat poured down her face as she worked to push their sixth child from her body. Soontir fell more in love with Syal each time she gave birth. She was stronger than he was. His heart cracked into pieces as a moan of pain left her body. She fell back against him and gritted her teeth. Much too soon, another contraction came. Her hand gripped his, nails digging into his skin. He ignored the pain, wanting to take her pain.

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I love disgustingly sweet

66. was definitely adorable. You show their love for each other so well.

67. Chak is so cute. "You eat him?" I like that she was kind of able to explain pregnancy to such a young child.


“Oh, she is. You used to do the same thing,” Syal told him. He looked offended at the idea.





69. Warmed my heart completely


Soontir fell more in love with Syal each time she gave birth. She was stronger than he was.

AWWWW
And most females are very strong

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71. Whispering
Her breath was hot against his ear. Her right leg wrapped him, pinning him to the bed.

“You’re not leaving.”

“I have to go.” He said sadly. He turned and kissed her lips softly. “I love you.”

“I love you, too, ‘Tir.”

She rolled away from him, staring at him through her long lashes, making it almost impossible to walk out the door. He cursed the sector Moff for demanding his squadron accompany him to Alderaan.

Syal brushed her hand down her side. He gripped the doorframe. A groan escaped the back of his throat.

Another five minutes wouldn’t hurt.

72. Haunting
Her voice echoed through his head, taunting him. He could almost see her sitting on his bed, beckoning him with one hand. His sheet was draped over her creamy skin. Her swollen lips were fixed into a pout. Her brown eyes stared on him with longing.

He reached behind and locked the bedroom door. He stumbled forward to grab her-

And found himself on the floor, blankets tangled around him. He rubbed his eyes, trying to wipe the image of his Jedi Temptress from his mind.

She wasn’t his anymore. She was gone. He’d lost her again, to the Jedi.

73. Lingering
His lips crushed against hers. Her partially exposed back met the wall. She gasped as the cold metal touched her flushed skin. Her hands threaded through his short, black hair. His hands shoved the straps of her dress out of his way. His lips tore away from her mouth to trail down her neck, collarbone and shoulder. The dark purple dress pooled to the floor, forgotten like his meeting that night. Her arms wound around his neck and he lifted her up. Her legs locked around his waist.

“Don’t go,” Jaina whispered into his ear.

Jag shook his head, “Never.”

74. Echoing
Cries of anguish echoed through the landscape. After hearing her boy, her Davin, was dead, she had ran from the house and doubled over on the ground. Snow soaked her pants. She clutched her stomach. Her tears fell onto the snow, crystallizing on impact.

She heard her husband yell for her. She felt him fall to the ground against her, wrapping her in a coat. She stared at him, completely broken. One hand brushed his wet cheek. She let him lead her back into the house.

The painful cold on her legs was nothing to the agony in her heart.

75. Murmuring
They were always there, at the edge of her mind. Davin would tell her to tighten up; she always lingered to the right. Chak would tell her to wear a longer skirt. Cherith would tell her to tell her brothers to mind their own business when Cem and Jag would harass who she dated.

Wyn frowned. The dead never left her. Her siblings were always there, just out of sight. They were almost like her conscious. She wanted to believe they were watching her, guiding her.

That she had made them proud. That she honored them.

That they loved her.

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Her breath was hot against his ear. Her right leg wrapped him, pinning him to the bed.

“You’re not leaving.”

Aw. That made my heart flutter.
*fans self* I loved that


72. Made me lose the smile. Makes me feel so bad for him.


“Don’t go,” Jaina whispered into his ear.

Jag shook his head, “Never.”

Smile's back, except it's a grin

These are so sexy and steamy, even the 'bad' ones. A wonderful way to start out! I like how they flowed into one another.


74 & 75 though...d'aww couldn't you just keep with the theme?

74. Made me want to sob with him and to hold her close, help heal her heart.


Wyn frowned. The dead never left her. Her siblings were always there, just out of sight. They were almost like her conscious.

While in a way that's good, I hope it doesn't drive her crazy.

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Week 16
76. Ranger
Chak strapped a bandolier over his chest and filled it with power packs. He hooked a blaster to one hip and a charric to the other. He slipped a vibroblade into his right boot. He tucked detonators into the pockets of his armored vest. He snatched his helmet off the table and strapped it on.

“Ready,” Chak said, nodding to his reflection in the window. He snatched a rifle off another table as he walked out the door and slid the strap over his arm.

He was ready to lead. Ready to destroy.

And unfortunately, ready to kill.

He thought.

77. Cavalier
Soontir jumped up from his chair to assist Wynssa. This was his third date with the famous actress. He held his arm out to her after she stood. Every lesson his mother had given him on chivalry ran through his mind. He opened doors for her. He assisted her into speeders. He never called her too late. He was always on time. He remembered her birthday. He sent her flowers. He followed the book.

Because, after all, if all those women in the holos and stories liked it then he couldn’t go wrong.

At least, he hoped he was right.

78. Thief
She held the keycard behind her, giggling. Jag reached behind her and snatched the card from Cherith’s hands. As he turned to rush to the garage, she jumped on his back.

“Give me the keycard,” she demanded.

“No,” Jag responded, trying to unhook her hands from his neck. Cherith began tickling his ribs.

“It’s my turn to drive,” she told him as she slid to the floor. She snatched the card from his hand as he tried to twist away from her attack. She put the keycard into her pocket as she ran out the door. Jag followed her, laughing.

79. Acrobat
The Clawcraft spun through space, avoiding laser blasts. The TIE fighter trailed behind him. He couldn’t shake it. Davin muttered under his breath as he flew around an asteroid. It didn’t work. The TIE was still after him.

The simulation screen flashed as Davin’s Clawcraft exploded. He let out a frustrated sigh and popped the canopy. His father was waiting for him.

“You’re improving,” Soontir stated.

“But not enough.”

“No, not enough. Study the tapes. Find your errors and report back in three hours.”

“Yes, sir,” Davin said with a sharp salute. He knew he could someday beat his father.

80. Barbarian
His black hair was long and unkempt. A scraggly beard adorned his tired face. His skin was tanned, dirty and covered in scars and small cuts. His clothing was tattered and stained. The soles of his boots were falling apart. He was underweight. His pale green eyes were haunted.

Seeing Jag walked down the boarding ramp after two long years was one of the most joyous moments of Syal’s life. Her breath caught in her throat. She ran to him and embraced him. She clutched him, trying to reassure herself he was really there.

“My son,” she cried, “welcome home.”

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