Sidereal Dawn
Lureen felt a charged shock rip across her shoulders. All he'd done was told her she was pretty and whisk a little hair offa her cheek, and she felt like some sort of weak, pathetic little farm thing, blushed and tingling all over. But it was the purpose behind it. He'd be up for sex, she knew that from last night. But he weren't on the prowl for it, like most men she dated. It weren't sex-or-nothin' with Jack Twist. Seemed like he was admirin' her like some sort of work of art, alright to not be in her pants for ten minutes, just to admire. He wasn't always thinking on getting in her pants.
But God, that made her want to get in his.
Civil Twilight
Lureen felt a tingle slide down her back. Her eyes blurred over the words of the novel, some book about a pirate with lots of rippling muscles saving a British colonial princess. Her eyes slid across the room to Jack's twin bed. They'd been in separate beds a few years now since she couldn't stand all a' his murmuring and twisting around, got sorta troubled by a few of the things—names—he'd murmured. But she sure was willing to forget it right now. She was just about to wake him up, wonder if he were interested in what as under her nightgown, when she thought on it—that man's sweat all over her, stinkin' and drooling and his weight pressing down on her. She'd have to shower afterwards.
Lureen opened her bedside dresser, fished around for a pretty pink vibrator, and rocked herself to sleep, trying to block out the beginnings of Jack's nightly murmurings.