This is a series of drabbles written "in the round". They'll end where they begin...eventually...

What's a Little Trouble?
By: Mariel

He loosens his hold on her but doesn't let go.

"If we do this, there'll be trouble," he rasps.

He knows it. She knows it. The frackin' gods themselves know it, but her arms snake around his neck.

Her fingers play with the short hairs on the back of his head. His arms tighten around her.

She smiles the smile that always elicits a corresponding one from him and she presses her body against him, relishing the effect she has on him and the effect he has on her.

Lips moving feather-light against his, she whispers, "We can handle it."