#155 words

At least the house had gotten… bearable.

There was proper food serving every day and the big human had not touched me anymore. Awful creature.

There were a few properly scenic views with a nice, sunny space to enjoy them.

Attention was properly dispersed and Mazin actually gave me the lessons he owed me.

All in all, it was not terrible anymore.

The company I’d found in the city was… almost pleasant. Versed in the ways of clothing and trends and tailoring… it was not… terrible…

Complaints… could be kept to a minimum.

It really was not the worst place to st-

“SQUEAK!”

I scrambled to my feet, trying to run from the pressure on my tail. It gabbed and pulled and-

I growled at the tiny human, hair raised and hackles raised.

It let go then, trying to shush me with cooing noises.

"From lynnsaundersfanfic: I would like to submit a prompt. 155 word fic challenge. Anna x Bates (obviously). Using some version of the word “arc.” Must be 155 words exactly. ;)”

gelana78’s contribution

Fingers trace a soft arc over her thigh. Spent muscles spasm and twitch. The path of his touch is as long as the shadows cast against the wall.

He makes love to her differently in the daylight. No more or less intimately, just differently. Maybe it is she who is different - burning from the trail of his gaze, their passions laid bare in the milky light of the sun, freeing her in some ways, holding her thrall to her inhibitions in others.

In the dark she feels the expanse of him, lives in awe of the hidden reality they create between each other; a realm of raw, wet sensation, of salt and sweat, trust and whispered cries. In the dark she closes her eyes.