When Muses Attack!

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A/N:
Sandra – well, I had to get at him somehow, didn’t I? LOL!!! Not that I’d ever actually WRITE something like that, you understand! I just have to keep some sort of “threat” to hang over his head, you know? LOL!
Oh, absolutely not I don’t mind you reading my blog. If I wanted to keep it private I never would have published it! ;-) Thank you for your encouragement. No one at work understands except LiliBean (and that’s ‘cause she writes music and poetry). They all seem so one dimensional at times (not to mention lazy!) That’s not too personal at all and I thank you for being so candid with me. I appreciate it.
As for my vaca stories – trust me, several of those will end up as PWP somewhere down the line. With the names changed to protect the guilty, of course! ;-) hehehehehehe!!

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I’ve been back from vacation for over a week now and he still won’t speak to me. He must be really mad. I almost feel guilty and if I didn’t know better, I’d swear I miss that horny bastard. What in the world is wrong with me?

“Dude,” I finally say in exasperation one day after work. “Are you going to talk to me again or not?”

No answer.

“Awww, come ON!” I moan piteously. “We’ve only got a few more chapters to go! You can’t leave me now!”

Still no answer. I will try the magic word.

“Please?” I beg, making my way back into the kitchen.

That does the trick.

“You have been a bad girl, Mel,” he says imperiously.

“How so?” I ask innocently, silently thankful he hasn’t completely abandoned me.

His steely gaze grows narrower and he proceeds to list my myriad of “crimes” against him I have committed while on vacation.

“You have consumed great amounts of the fermented sugar,” he begins, ticking the list off on his fingers.

“That’d be ‘rum’. Get it right,” I counter, folding my arms over my chest and leaning against the kitchen sink for a long lecture. I sigh and roll my eyes. Must endure this to get what I want from him.

He ignores me and continues, “you have frightened younger males by offering to buy them from their traveling companions.”

(I giggle at this and shrug. I cannot deny the truth of the accusation. My only regret is the male in question foolishly believed him self to be worth more than 2 liters of whiskey).

He grunts to get my attention then returns to his list. “You have chased any male and sometimes female that has come within arms length of you,” he frowns in disgust.

I raise my eyebrows at him. “So? You do the same thing yourself. You’re just mad ‘cause you couldn’t join in the fun. So there!” I jerk my chin at him petulantly.

His eyes are mere slits of icy glare now and he has not quite finished with me.

“You have insulted me and my kind,” he accuses.

“What the fuck?” I snort. Insulted him, my ass! All I did was buy a little pin and wear it home. Now I’m insulting him and “his kind”. Please!

“I find no humor in it. ‘Elf, the other white meat’. It is disgraceful!” He huffs haughtily.

I giggle guiltily at his indignity. “I thought it was quite amusing,” I reply innocently.

“You would,” he says distastefully before continuing his reading of the riot act to me.
“You have done unspeakable acts with - ”

Here I cut him off abruptly by waving my hand in front of his face. “Bullshit on your ‘unspeakable acts’! Had I been doing them with YOU it would be another story,” I scoff.

“Do you admit to your behavior, then?” He questions sternly, folding his muscular arms over his broad chest and glaring at me.

I shrug. “Yeah. So what?” I grin shamelessly at him. I’m rather proud of my antics.

With a disgusted grunt, he’s gone. Stupefied I stare into empty space. I cannot believe he just left like that! I’m indignant! I endured his litany of accusations the least he could do was give me another chapter, dammit!

“Well, hell’s bells!” I mutter irritably. Wonder what’s gotten into him? Determined not to let this be a setback, I flop down in front of the computer and stare at the blank screen.

Nothing is coming to me. I read the past few chapters. Still nothing is coming to me.

I repeat this ritual for about two weeks and I’m about ready to pull my hair out when he finally decides he’s “punished” me enough for my “crimes”.

“That won’t work,” he sneers derisively over my shoulder one night, nearly scaring me out of my skin.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that,” I shout, taking a swipe at him from my computer chair. I was so intent on staring at the screen I didn’t feel him appear.

With a wicked grin, he sits next to me and stretches those legs out for my enjoyment. I scowl at the computer.

“Just because YOU don’t trust anyone doesn’t mean Annowe does not,” he chides me.

I sigh. “Yes, I know that,” I admit. “But I’m having a hard time grasping that concept.”

He raises one of those perfectly shaped eyebrows at me. “You are having a difficult time understanding how she could trust me?” He asks.

The touch of sarcasm in his voice is not lost on me and I frown.

“It has nothing to do with you,” I tell him. “It’s hard for me to write about something I have no knowledge of.”

“What do you know of elven bonding?” He asks me.

I shrug. “Just what you told me. You wouldn’t let me read any of the books.”

He nods. “Indeed. So perhaps you will just have to let me tell you what it would be like to completely trust someone other than yourself.”

I narrow my eyes at him and his eyes gleam. He has a point and he knows it. I don’t want to ADMIT it, of course, but it is a valid point. He gave me the bonding well enough. Why couldn’t he give me this as well?

I frown in annoyance. Having to trust him and having him know it just burns me on so many levels I can’t even begin to count them. And yet I ASKED him to come back and help me so I must trust him on some level. My frown deepens as I consider this.

“Perhaps you should consider that not every female has had the same misfortune with males that you have,” he says softly.

“This isn’t about me,” I snap irritably.

He shrugs indifferently. “Very well,” he concedes, rising to his feet. “However I believe that there are some matters you need to settle within yourself first before we continue this. You will need to trust me again - as much as that pains you.” With that he is gone.

I groan and slap the monitor in frustration. I hate him – especially when he’s right.

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