New flash series! I’m going to write one flash for every Icon I have, over 4 LJ accounts, 1 DW, and a whole bunch of not-currently-in-use, until I get bored or run out of icons.

Directly after Three-Way (LJ)

“Well done,” Thorburn murmured, as they watched Basalt cradling Ahouva in his arms.

“Thank you,” Ceinwen answered, as a rush of unaccustomed pleasure rolled over her. He thought she’d done the right thing! She’d finally done something he liked… even if by accident.

“What prompted you to do that?” he asked, his voice still pitched for her ears only. Jeremiah looked in no shape to negotiate, but he and Basalt were talking nonetheless, the doll-like Lolly watching dispassionately.

“Kendon was going to back out, and then Ahouva would be stuck with him all year. He’s… well, not a nice guy,” Ceinwen whispered. She’d seen Ahouva crying in the locker room, and she’d seen the bruises.

“And Basalt?” he prompted.

She tilted her head at the big guy. “He’s got his rough edges,” she answered carefully. Basalt was, after all, one of Thorburn’s crew. “And he can be really scary. But I heard how he was with Penny, when she went into labor. I think he’ll be nice to her…” she hesitated, looking up at her Keeper, her master, her owner, but he was still smiling, so she risked continuing, “even if it’s like you and I, where it’s not the nice she’d prefer.”

“Aaah.” A heartbeat passed where he said nothing, and then another, and another. Lolly was kneeling between Jeremiah and Basalt, face on Jeremiah’s shoulder. Basalt was walking away, still carrying the limp red-headed Ahouva.

“Come on.” Thorburn scooped Ceinwen up into his arms. “Let’s talk about preferences.”

Rix has expressed interest in more of this part of this story, which would probably be about 1000-word story, maybe 1500 words. If someone else would like to pitch in $5, I will write it as double and write 1000 words on this story.

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