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I was looking at my AO3, and looking at my WIPs, and I noticed that on New Year’s Eve of 2017, I felt so inadequate about my fic production for the year that I decided to push a work even though I didn’t have both chapters done. So I posted Time to Beat, a story about Shara Bey becoming a pilot with the Rebellion, on New Year’s Eve, in midafternoon Eastern Time…
and AO3 didn’t count it in my stats for 2018. They put the creation date as 01-01-2018, and then said it was Updated 12-31-2017. It was odd, and a strange quirk, and at that moment I was bummed, but now, I guess I’m sort of glad. Because I posted very little else in 2018, and if that weren’t in there, it’d be sad indeed.
I was feeling badly, again, this year, at having posted so little– where did this year go? How has this happened? It’s hard to say. And so I was looking at my stories again, and you know, I did manage to scratch together Chapter 2 of that fic, and I thought I had posted it. But I hadn’t. It only needed a tiny bit of editing, and then I posted it last night.
So, Time To Beat is now complete, in case anyone still was clinging to hope.
I’m just gonna post the link to the whole work, because who really remembers reading the first half? I can’t believe it was a year ago.
Time To Beat, on AO3, rating is now Explicit, around 18k words. Star Wars, a mix of Original Trilogy and the Shattered Empire comic book series, featuring the two heroes of the Rebellion who became the parents of Poe Dameron. (It's part of a huge long series I wrote; this is a bit after the Battle of Yavin, and Shara is a cadet in the starfighter training program, and Kes is already in the Pathfinders, and Poe is an infant and they're both having trouble being away from him.)
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“Not my toes,” she said. “Kes!” Her feet were ticklish, it turned out. This was delightful. But his exploration of this led to her retaliating by digging her fingers in between his ribs, which nobody could possibly be stoic enough to withstand.
He made an undignified squeaking sound, which made Shara dissolve in helpless laughter, which made him laugh too, and then she made an imitation of the noise he’d made, which made him laugh and set her off again, and after a brief interlude of mutual total non-functionality, Kes’s libido saved the day. He reached a sudden tipping point where fondness abruptly overbalanced into lust, so he scooped Shara up and bodily carried her back into the bedroom to deposit her onto the bunk. She shrieked in laughter at this too, and he meant to just kiss his way down her body but it was so much that he bit her instead, quite hard on the shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough that she cried out. It startled him, and he released the pressure from his jaws and went back to kissing her, contrite.
“Fuck,” she said, “do that again,” and he shuddered and bit her breast this time, the lower curve of it, away from the nipple, trying to be gentle but an impulse wracked his jaw and closed his teeth tighter. She gave a little breathless shriek, and clawed at his back, so he released. “Kes,” she whined, arching her back, shoving her body against him.
He pressed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to her ribs, her belly, and she panted, lacing fingers through his hair to pull him tighter against her. “Come on,” she gasped.
The sharp heft of her hipbone loomed up under her soft skin, and he seized it with his teeth, pinning the flesh against the bone and then scraping at the skin. She jerked and gasped, surging up under him, holding tightly onto the back of his neck. He let up, licking breathlessly at her skin, feeling the dents he’d made with his teeth, and then set his teeth back against her and bit down again. She made a sound more sharp than loud, and the way she was pulling on the back of his skull was pretty clearly encouragement even though the way she was writhing seemed like she wanted to get away. He should stop, he should talk to her about this, it wasn’t really like anything they’d done before, but-- he made an involuntary noise that came out like a growl, and she gasped and shuddered and made a weird little sobbing noise.
I was looking at my AO3, and looking at my WIPs, and I noticed that on New Year’s Eve of 2017, I felt so inadequate about my fic production for the year that I decided to push a work even though I didn’t have both chapters done. So I posted Time to Beat, a story about Shara Bey becoming a pilot with the Rebellion, on New Year’s Eve, in midafternoon Eastern Time…
and AO3 didn’t count it in my stats for 2018. They put the creation date as 01-01-2018, and then said it was Updated 12-31-2017. It was odd, and a strange quirk, and at that moment I was bummed, but now, I guess I’m sort of glad. Because I posted very little else in 2018, and if that weren’t in there, it’d be sad indeed.
I was feeling badly, again, this year, at having posted so little– where did this year go? How has this happened? It’s hard to say. And so I was looking at my stories again, and you know, I did manage to scratch together Chapter 2 of that fic, and I thought I had posted it. But I hadn’t. It only needed a tiny bit of editing, and then I posted it last night.
So, Time To Beat is now complete, in case anyone still was clinging to hope.
I’m just gonna post the link to the whole work, because who really remembers reading the first half? I can’t believe it was a year ago.
Time To Beat, on AO3, rating is now Explicit, around 18k words. Star Wars, a mix of Original Trilogy and the Shattered Empire comic book series, featuring the two heroes of the Rebellion who became the parents of Poe Dameron. (It's part of a huge long series I wrote; this is a bit after the Battle of Yavin, and Shara is a cadet in the starfighter training program, and Kes is already in the Pathfinders, and Poe is an infant and they're both having trouble being away from him.)
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“Not my toes,” she said. “Kes!” Her feet were ticklish, it turned out. This was delightful. But his exploration of this led to her retaliating by digging her fingers in between his ribs, which nobody could possibly be stoic enough to withstand.
He made an undignified squeaking sound, which made Shara dissolve in helpless laughter, which made him laugh too, and then she made an imitation of the noise he’d made, which made him laugh and set her off again, and after a brief interlude of mutual total non-functionality, Kes’s libido saved the day. He reached a sudden tipping point where fondness abruptly overbalanced into lust, so he scooped Shara up and bodily carried her back into the bedroom to deposit her onto the bunk. She shrieked in laughter at this too, and he meant to just kiss his way down her body but it was so much that he bit her instead, quite hard on the shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin but hard enough that she cried out. It startled him, and he released the pressure from his jaws and went back to kissing her, contrite.
“Fuck,” she said, “do that again,” and he shuddered and bit her breast this time, the lower curve of it, away from the nipple, trying to be gentle but an impulse wracked his jaw and closed his teeth tighter. She gave a little breathless shriek, and clawed at his back, so he released. “Kes,” she whined, arching her back, shoving her body against him.
He pressed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to her ribs, her belly, and she panted, lacing fingers through his hair to pull him tighter against her. “Come on,” she gasped.
The sharp heft of her hipbone loomed up under her soft skin, and he seized it with his teeth, pinning the flesh against the bone and then scraping at the skin. She jerked and gasped, surging up under him, holding tightly onto the back of his neck. He let up, licking breathlessly at her skin, feeling the dents he’d made with his teeth, and then set his teeth back against her and bit down again. She made a sound more sharp than loud, and the way she was pulling on the back of his skull was pretty clearly encouragement even though the way she was writhing seemed like she wanted to get away. He should stop, he should talk to her about this, it wasn’t really like anything they’d done before, but-- he made an involuntary noise that came out like a growl, and she gasped and shuddered and made a weird little sobbing noise.
