Catching Cinders Ch. 11: Would You Love Me If I Was a Worm?
* * * … **Week Eighteen…** “Can you zip me up, Babygirl?” Calill craned over Elan's lighted mirror as she gave her makeup a final touch. A perfectly filed claw kept the eyeliner straight and sharp. “Gotchu, Girlie,” said Elan. A familiar...
Catching Cinders Ch. 13: Cognitive Dissonance
… **Week Twenty-Six…** “Are you almost ready, Lovely?” Tyson stood outside one of the guest bathrooms. He dutifully kept his eyes forward as he waited. It was odd. Aideen was never coy about getting ready around him. _Now’s a pretty rich time...
Catching Cinders Ch. 10: Spectacular Launch
* * * … **Week Sixteen…** Elan fidgeted uncomfortably in the front seat of his mother's SUV. She'd chosen this car for its spacious cabin but it still struggled to comfortably accommodate Elan, Aideen, and the eighteen tails...
Catching Cinders Ch. 12: Warmer in the Winter
* * * … **Week Nineteen…** Aideen frowned at her to-do list written in immaculate cursive. _Potatoes: mashed, ham: glazed, wine: chilled._ Her granite counter tops were blanketed with pre-portioned ingredients. Despite...
Catching Cinders Ch. 14: Smooth Sailing
* * * … **Week Twenty-Eight…** Elan leaned against the railing that led to an aged condo complex. The glass doors were polished clean but Elan avoided looking at them for fear his reflection. He didn't want to see how easily he'd become winded. _Oh...
Catching Cinders Ch. 15: Derecho
##### * * * … **Week Thirty…** Two fire-types growled atop messy sheets: a tangle of thrashing limbs and snaking tails. Blue and gold sparks skipped like stones over the surface of the bedspread with every exhalation. The Ninetales...
Catching Cinders Ch. 17 : Climax (They Fuck Good)
… **Week Thirty-Two…** Elan sat in the master bedroom of his childhood home, a wave of sudden nostalgia washing over vix. The bed he sat upon was different: large enough to accommodate him, Owyn, and Calill. It was more comfortable, too. The actual...
Catching Cinders Paralogue 12.5: Sneaking Peeks
* * * _Aideen_ **...Christmas Eve...** The fabric of Aideen's red silk gown slid upward, revealing black stockings and matching lace panties. Tyson's growls were as warm as his hands. "Personally, I have much more important things to...
Catching Cinders Paralogue 13.5: Best-Laid Plans
**…Week Twenty-Six…** The salt that crunched under Elan's pumps sounded like concession. Swollen paws meant heels had been off the table for weeks, and the only shoes that matched his dress would be decimated by slushy sidewalks. His dress was...