Current mood:	tired
Entry tags:	weekly word count

weekly word count
Let's see.

-Refuge birthday fic: ~ 2,000 words
-Splinktrack smut: ~4,000 words
-Edited: 1.5 chapters

So... good on the word count, not so good on editing. But hopefully after the Refuge birthday stuff is completed Tuesday, I'll get some focus back on that. So that'll be my goal for next week: finish the Refuge stuff, screw word production, and finish this readthrough of the novel. (I'm about two and a half chapters from being done.)


Blink didn’t know what to do and liked what he saw, but didn’t want to be left out. But before he could say or do anything, Spot broke away from Race and looked at Blink, then smirked. He put a hand on the back of Blink’s neck and pushed down a little. Not hard, but enough for Blink to get the idea.

“Oh,” Blink murmured, suddenly thinking that Spot was some kind of genius. He sank down to his knees and reached out, hooked his arms between his friends’ legs, drawing them closer. He could feel it now, and see hard imprints against their trousers, radiating heat, he could swear. Spot leaned into him and he could feel that warmth and the cold metal of Spot’s belt buckle and he almost whimpered, wanting it, but Spot drew away and Race pressed up in his place. And Blink wasn’t picky, he wanted either of his friends, wanted them both, didn’t care which. Hands—Spot’s—undid Race’s belt and pants, pushed them and his longjohns down. And Blink didn’t need any further prompting.