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the thing about being at the farm and ALSO having Dude there was that I had pretty scant leisure time and then when I did have any I wanted to spend it with him, so I got like, negative writing done.

But yesterday I was seized by inspiration in the shower and ruminated on it in the car on the way across the state while I was sewing, and then at home sat and banged out uhhh fuck 7500 words between yesterday evening and this morning on … no, not any of the stories I wanted to be working on, a random Kiera Metz / Lambert piece that doesn’t fit into anything.

So I’ll discuss that one behind the cut, but first, I’m not posting a snippet becasue I can’t remember what I’ve posted, but a reassurance that I am really truly working on the Baby Lambert and Not-So-Baby-But-Nearly Geralt story, really I am, and hope I can get a chapter up on my birthday (Wednesday) this week– so we’ll see!

behind the cut is the Kiera Metz excerpt and discussion, and while I’m still too in the I Just Wrote This So I THink It’s Genius, I do actually think there’s some good character work in here. I’m presenting it sans context, though, as there’s a spoilery premise behind the whole thing.

(I mean, if I do ever post it, the very tags and summary will be spoilers, but whatever.)

Anyway here’s the intro of it. I can’t fucking believe it’s 7500 words, I really thought it was like 2000. Fuck.

“Do you trust me?” Kiera asked Lambert, and she had her hands behind her back for two reasons, maybe three– firstly, because then she wouldn’t twist them together and show her agitation, secondly, because that meant her chest was the frontmost part of her and she knew he wouldn’t be able not to stare at her tits, and thirdly because then maybe he’d think she was hiding something in her hands, something either dangerous or fun or maybe both, which was the thing she knew he liked most about her: she was both dangerous and fun.

Oh, if only this was about hiding something in her hands.

“Do I– what the hell kind of a question is that, huh?” he asked, looking at her tits, but he looked up into her face quicker than she’d thought. From the crooked smile, he was definitely trying to decide whether this was about something fun or something dangerous, but in his book, that was a fuzzy line anyway.

“It’s the one I’m asking,” Kiera said, giving him a teasing smile, biting her lip a little, and twisting her body from side to side in a childishly flirty gesture that happened to give him an even better look at her tits.

She didn’t wear them out on display like this not to show them off.

“Well,” he said, “I mean, part of our deal is that I’m a cynical bastard and I don’t trust anybody, but I also am well aware you could pretty much squash me like a bug at any time that you cared to do that, so. The answer is that no I don’t trust you but yeah I’d probably let you do whatever you wanted to me because it isn’t like I could stop you and if I didn’t like that, I’d probably have stopped coming around before now.”

“But if I were going to squash you like a bug, I’d already have done that,” she pointed out.

“You could always change your mind,” Lambert said, sunny and breezy and bitter all in one. “Everyone does eventually.”

That was– that stung, for some reason, and it didn’t sting her pride, it stung some other part of her she hadn’t really known she had, some weird bit that was upset on his behalf, that everyone else in his life had let him down.

But they weren’t in love and they weren’t soulmates and that wasn’t really her business.

She gave him another teasing smile to cover up how much that had stung, and how much she hadn’t expected it to. “I promise,” she said, “if I decided to squash you like a bug, I’d give you a running start.”