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Ficlet for tuawahine
Sorry I don't have an update for Spliced ready yet, it looks like it might be a while. I'm sorry about that. It's given me more trouble than I was prepared for. (I blame Matt.) :D
In the meantime,
tuawahine wrote me a ficlet, so here's one for her:
Characters: Brett, Jenna, Derrick
Prompt: Jenna/Brett, before he was sold, Brett worries he went too far
Timeline: Five years prior to the start of the story, when Brett belonged to Derrick.
Length: 683 words
What had he been thinking?
It wasn’t Brett’s place to express concern over his future if his master were accepted for that eight month long archaeological dig. Worry silently yes, say anything, no. Either he’d be sold or he wouldn’t. And yet when he’d caught a private moment with his master’s cousin, he’d found himself carefully asking her, “Ms. Warren, what will happen to me if Master Derrick goes away?”
He shouldn’t have asked her, but he’d no one else to talk to. And ever since that first day, when she’d rescued him from his master’s friends, he’d felt this unbearable longing to be closer to her. It was terrible for him to wish she owned him instead; his master wasn’t a cruel man, and that was really all that mattered. Yet he couldn’t seem to control the feeling.
If she had helped him once, maybe she’d help him again? That desperate thought had propelled the words from his mouth. Startled by the question, she’d frowned. “I don’t know, Brett.”
The moment had passed without any reassurance given, and he’d become ashamed of his forwardness. But her frown had remained, worrying Brett further. Would she report his inappropriate behavior to his master?
She hadn’t the other day, but she was here again now, alone with his master. After bringing them drinks, he’d been dismissed. If she did bring it up, he was glad he wasn’t there to hear it. But his master would just punish him later; as always, there’d be no escape.
“Brett,” his master called then, making him wince.
He entered the room with his head bowed. But he’d worried for nothing. Although Ms. Warren gave him a lingering look that made him quiver with repressed desire, his master barely spared him a glance. All he wanted was another drink.
As he brought it to Derrick, his eyes strayed to Ms. Warren’s auburn hair. It looked so soft, it was almost worth a beating to touch it. But his manners were too ingrained; he would never dare be so improper. Especially to her, who he respected so much. He retreated to the edge of the room, ears perked for another dismissal. Thankfully, he got one and returned to his room, away from the temptation that was Jenna Vanlean-Warren.
A while later though there was a knock on his door – a knock? – before it opened. His master’s cousin smiled at him, and he felt mingled happiness and dismay.
“Brett,” Ms. Warren said, his name upon her lips causing a disturbing warmth. Shameless, that her smooth voice had such an effect on him.
Mentally shaking himself, he dropped from the bed to kneel on the floor. She’d never been in his room before – at least not outside of his fantasies. Best to pretend the bed didn’t exist.
“I spoke with Derrick,” she said, oblivious to his discomfort, “about your situation if he goes away.”
That drew his full attention.
“If he leaves, you’ll stay with me while he’s gone.”
He must’ve gaped like a fish. Tamping down the rush of joy, Brett composed himself before speaking. “Oh Ms. Warren, thank you.”
He prostrated himself to cover his smile and express his gratitude. This seemed too amazing to be real. He would’ve gladly kissed her feet, along with other things.
“No need for that, sit up,” she said. He obeyed, his mind still reeling. To live with her, to serve her…
Her fingers stroked his hair, and he struggled not to lean into the caress. Except for that first night when she’d briefly held him, his hair or his shoulder were all she ever touched. He closed his eyes, wondering if she would fondle other parts of him if he lived with her.
Too soon she left, and he climbed back onto his bed, his scalp still tingling. In the privacy of his tiny room, he allowed himself a beaming smile at the wonderful possibility of serving her. But that was all it was, he cautioned himself a minute later. A possibility, not a certainty.
Now he worried that his master wouldn’t leave him.
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Characters: Brett, Jenna, Derrick
Prompt: Jenna/Brett, before he was sold, Brett worries he went too far
Timeline: Five years prior to the start of the story, when Brett belonged to Derrick.
Length: 683 words
What had he been thinking?
It wasn’t Brett’s place to express concern over his future if his master were accepted for that eight month long archaeological dig. Worry silently yes, say anything, no. Either he’d be sold or he wouldn’t. And yet when he’d caught a private moment with his master’s cousin, he’d found himself carefully asking her, “Ms. Warren, what will happen to me if Master Derrick goes away?”
He shouldn’t have asked her, but he’d no one else to talk to. And ever since that first day, when she’d rescued him from his master’s friends, he’d felt this unbearable longing to be closer to her. It was terrible for him to wish she owned him instead; his master wasn’t a cruel man, and that was really all that mattered. Yet he couldn’t seem to control the feeling.
If she had helped him once, maybe she’d help him again? That desperate thought had propelled the words from his mouth. Startled by the question, she’d frowned. “I don’t know, Brett.”
The moment had passed without any reassurance given, and he’d become ashamed of his forwardness. But her frown had remained, worrying Brett further. Would she report his inappropriate behavior to his master?
She hadn’t the other day, but she was here again now, alone with his master. After bringing them drinks, he’d been dismissed. If she did bring it up, he was glad he wasn’t there to hear it. But his master would just punish him later; as always, there’d be no escape.
“Brett,” his master called then, making him wince.
He entered the room with his head bowed. But he’d worried for nothing. Although Ms. Warren gave him a lingering look that made him quiver with repressed desire, his master barely spared him a glance. All he wanted was another drink.
As he brought it to Derrick, his eyes strayed to Ms. Warren’s auburn hair. It looked so soft, it was almost worth a beating to touch it. But his manners were too ingrained; he would never dare be so improper. Especially to her, who he respected so much. He retreated to the edge of the room, ears perked for another dismissal. Thankfully, he got one and returned to his room, away from the temptation that was Jenna Vanlean-Warren.
A while later though there was a knock on his door – a knock? – before it opened. His master’s cousin smiled at him, and he felt mingled happiness and dismay.
“Brett,” Ms. Warren said, his name upon her lips causing a disturbing warmth. Shameless, that her smooth voice had such an effect on him.
Mentally shaking himself, he dropped from the bed to kneel on the floor. She’d never been in his room before – at least not outside of his fantasies. Best to pretend the bed didn’t exist.
“I spoke with Derrick,” she said, oblivious to his discomfort, “about your situation if he goes away.”
That drew his full attention.
“If he leaves, you’ll stay with me while he’s gone.”
He must’ve gaped like a fish. Tamping down the rush of joy, Brett composed himself before speaking. “Oh Ms. Warren, thank you.”
He prostrated himself to cover his smile and express his gratitude. This seemed too amazing to be real. He would’ve gladly kissed her feet, along with other things.
“No need for that, sit up,” she said. He obeyed, his mind still reeling. To live with her, to serve her…
Her fingers stroked his hair, and he struggled not to lean into the caress. Except for that first night when she’d briefly held him, his hair or his shoulder were all she ever touched. He closed his eyes, wondering if she would fondle other parts of him if he lived with her.
Too soon she left, and he climbed back onto his bed, his scalp still tingling. In the privacy of his tiny room, he allowed himself a beaming smile at the wonderful possibility of serving her. But that was all it was, he cautioned himself a minute later. A possibility, not a certainty.
Now he worried that his master wouldn’t leave him.
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It looked so soft, it was almost worth a beating to touch it.
Omg, that shouldn't be cute, but it is. *hearts him*
You know, you've done it now. I want to read what happens next, and I really want to read their first time. :D
Brett certainly came a very long way, from this to the relaxed attitude he obviously had (eventually) around Jenna.
ETA: Also, the last line made me laugh. If I was Brett, I would totally worry about that as well. lol
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Good, I wasn't the only one that thought that was cute. :S I didn't realize until I wrote this how doomed Brett was, even at the beginning. Poor man.
Lol, don't tempt me. I always wanted to go back to their origins in a separate story sometime, but I'm not sure when that will happen. I was glad to be able to show some of their history through the prompt though. Expanding on canon is fun!
Yeah, it's funny to see how much he doesn't know about Jenna (and her reactions) here. He changed a lot.
:D Yep, it's an understandable concern!
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This is my favorite sentence. It just suggests the trauma of that night and how she comforted him but has held back ever since. And I like the idea that he was crushing on her long before he was tasked to serve her.
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Thanks for reading. :-)
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I need more of those months, and it would be nice to see how those months ended!! I know, evil, wanting to see him abandoned! But Jenna rescues him later on, so its not being totally evil!
It just begs the question, that if he was so forward in expressing his worries about his fate, and it worked out so well this time! So I assume the time when Derrick returned and decided to sell Brett and asked Jenna (in a very bad way I may say, he should have made the question clearer: "Do you want to BUY Brett?" should have been the question!), Brett was not aware of this or didnt he dare to insinuate to Jenna just how much he wanted to belong to her permanently?
Dont you see how much more of those years we just NEED to know?!!! >:D
I know I am repeating what tuawahine said, but this is so cute, even if it shouldnt be:
This also is worth re-reading a LOT of times: >;D
Thanks for this and please MORE!!! We just NEED to know more! :D
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I uh, may have given some thought to the next scene, but I am refusing to write it. So far. Instead I have Spliced boys aggravating me... But I do want to explore this time period more, to see how it all happened.
Yeah you bring up some good questions that would be nice to see answered, as far as whether/how Brett addressed the issue. And you're right that he phrased the question wrong. Oh so wrong, sigh. And btw, no Brett didn't know about Derrick asking Jenna that. I believe that was mentioned earlier in the story.
Hehe, glad you liked those lines. Isn't it fun to see how doomed he was, even this early on? :D
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What is this refusing??? >:) You have given it thought, now you JUST have to write it down!!! *evil grin*
Mhh sorry I knew I had read it that he was not aware, but the post was done, but yes so the blame is only on Derrick and Jenna! >:)
But you see how nice it would be to explore their first days after Derrick went away? He so doomed, wanting to touch her hair, even if it could get him a beating, she giving him those "lingering looks"!!! >:) It must be beautifully full of tension those days!! :D
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Hey, not done thinking it over! And I still refuse! Too many other things to work on... you don't want a Spliced update or what??
Hehe, no problem. Yeah, it really is Jenna and Derrick's fault, not Brett's. Poor man.
Oh I know, those early days would be fun. He wants her so bad but can't initiate anything, because it would be disrespectful. But he has fantasized about her. I like that juxtaposition, of him respecting her so much that he wouldn't dare be disrespectful (and his training reinforcing that), and yet he longs so bad to touch her that it is hard to fight the temptation. Oh the angst and the tension. *grin*
And you see, already here he has perfected that pitiful way of asking a question so that his (future) Mistress can't help but feel sympathy and assist him! ;-)
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If he already is fighting the temptation when Jenna is talking to his Master!!! I just am gleeful at thinking how he would just like to touch her hair in that situation!!! The temptation and self control that will be necessary when they will be ALONE!!! Bwuahaha! Now I need an evil laughter!!! >:)
Yes he is starting with that shameless disguised BEGGING really early!! He is not even her property yet, he is owned by someone else and yet he insinuates in that helpless-cute-slave-mode!!! Now that should be punishable, but secretly encouraged!! >;)
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That's true, if the temptation is that bad in his Master's presence, imagine when he is alone with his new (unofficial) Mistress in her apartment... I think his new kneeling position will have him sitting on his hands. ;-)
Hey you must admit that helpless-cute-slave-mode is practically irresistible! I mean how could you say no to pitiful!Brett? He really is so helpless... who wouldn't want to save him?
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Heee now I will pester you some more, sorry give you more positive reinforcement, because of reading THIS:
It is a rather good position to disguise a lot of things, isnt it? >:D
It is irresistible and it awakes the protectiveness-feeling, but that's no excuse for him using it! It is as you said before one of his few resources available to him, when not even his life is his own, but even so: shameless!!! >:D
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Yes, I can already see this position has possibilities... :D Poor Brett, so so doomed.
You've just answered exactly why it's NOT shameless! He has nothing, since even his life is not own. There is nothing else he can do except appeal to our kinder natures... poor baby.
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The position has benefits for everybody involved! Specially the reader! :D
I stand my ground, he uses his helplessness to appeal to our kinder natures (where I suspect you have a kinder one, than me), it IS shameless, and punishable, begging like that! ;) He does not have to know that secretly its very appealing! >:)
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Don't you know... they're not happy until we work on at least 20, 200 000 words stories at the same time, posting ten chapters a day ;-)
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and take all the time you need for spliced , you know all your friends and fans love you ;) ( actually , hurry . im just DYING to see the next chapter XD )
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Lol, I get both the support and the impatience! No worries, I'm doing my best. I really want to post it.